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What’s your favorite part of your Dominant partner’s body and why?

Do you know how hard this question is to answer when we’re absurdly far away from one another? When the amount of time we’ve actually spent together in the same room is non-existent? When there’s an ocean between us and we can’t just go snuggle or study one another’s bodies outside of a Skype call into the weird hours because fuck time zones?

For me? It’s easy. {gotcha}

I would actually say two if it wasn’t against the specifically stated rules of this prompt. So I’ll go with the top. His hands.

See, His hands were actually the first thing I noticed about Him-metaphorically and literally. Let me explain.

We met in a chat room. Means we met through typing. He typed a lot to me. I didn’t hear His voice for a long long time, but His hands? We got to be really good friends. He would work my body over with them, tangle His fingers in my soul and dig Himself deeper and deeper into me with those strong fingers.

And then He sent me a photograph. I still have it. (This was years ago, folks. YEARS ago. And I still have it). It’s of him sitting on the floor, wearing a light blue shirt. And His hands...they caught my attention the minute I saw them. I don’t know why, really, but they did. Maybe it’s because they were my original connection to Him. But anyway.

And then everything went bad and we lost connection with one another. But I kept that photograph. Even though every bad minute of my time with my captor, I kept that photo. It’s a miracle that he never found it and took it away from me. I still don’t know how I managed to keep it away from him. But he never found it. It’s nearly a faded tatter by this point. But that photo, starting at His hands, kept me going. Gave me enough strength to fight.

So yeah. I’m a little bit sold on His hands. <3

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Hi, loves.

So it’s been a bit. This is a thing that comes along with my brand of PTSD-sometimes I retreat from the world. It’s part of the fear process which I PROMISE I am working very hard to get past.

Update: still with M. Still madly in love. Still fucking stuck in the UK (though we might just maybe possibly be seeing an end to this madness of being apart. Cross your fingers and toes and eyes and everything else for us, yeah?) I’m supposed to get back to writing since I’m now back in therapy. I had to take a major break due to some health related issues + some major surgeries being done. Yay for my fucked up legs that still require surgeons to poke and prod and slice and dice.

If you’re not already following M over at @methosdeathonahorse, please do so. He’s amazing and way way better at posting gorgeous, sexy, kinky, funny, nerdy shit on tumblr than I have been these days (he’s also 18+, my loves, so don’t go if you’re not of age...and if you’re reading THIS and not of age? Love you but bye.)

So I’m going to get back to posting more stuff for things like @sccwriting etc. as per M + my shrink’s “suggestion.”

If you’re still here, I appreciate it. Actual post forthcoming in the next short bit here.

xoxo,

roisin

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White people’s feelings are so hurt about the movie Get Out. White people hate when they’re forced to deal with the fact they’re racist.

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“And I thought I was racist but wow”

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so...were they TRYING to convince me to go see this?

because now I’m gonna.

GIVE THIS FILM ALL MY FUCKING MONEY.

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Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (USA, 2017) [x] the film’s tag

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GOOD GOD I CANNOT WAIT. OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

When M and I met, I didn’t have any tattoos. I’ve slowly begun to acquire them over the last several years. None of them were chosen by Him-He gives me current domain over what goes on my skin.

That will eventually be changing.

We have already decided on several body modifications that will be taking place when we are together in the United States. At least three more tattoos, a VCH, a Christina, eventually my nipples (when we are done having children slash when our children are weaned)...

...and a brand.

Brand as in hot iron on skin, permanent scar, His mark.

I would not do something like this for just anyone. He’s special. We are in a intense, committed relationship with set boundaries and understandings.

It doesn’t feel like He wants to change me. For U/us, it’s a sign of ownership worked into something we both already love-tattoos and body mod. This is one of those complicated deep intense aspects of D/s that has to be handled carefully to avoid crossing that line of consent while juggling the relinquishing of control.

Like I said, it can be complicated.

When I talk about body modification in a D/s relationship, I always make a point to enforce how I feel about required modifications-if one of the partners is not into it, does not want to be required to get piercings/tattoos/scarification/a brand/whatever? I don’t give a flying fuck what other limits and rules Y/you two have set.

If it is a hard limit or it becomes a hard limit? Don’t do it. Don’t force it. It’s permanent. It’s not rope that can be taken off. It’s not something to “experiment” with. This is one of those “can’t go back” type things (I mean, you can get it removed, but the process can be emotionally and physically taxing and some of it cannot be undone with serious expense and pain).

M and I have talked about this for years before deciding it was something we were going to do. And W/we both want it. Our Sadistic/masochistic tendencies don’t hurt in this area either.

But I could be on that table, strapped to that St. Andrew’s Cross, ink or hot iron or needle poised-and if I changed my mind? That’s it. It’s done. The end.

If Y/you and Y/your partner are thinking about this? Take your time. Make a plan. Be on the same page. And do not proceed without seriously making sure this is what you want.

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I’m gonna say this once.

You are not automatically a Dominant, a Master, a Daddy, an Alpha, a whatever title you want to assign yourself. That is not how this works.

You do not ever wake up one morning, log onto FetLife or Tumblr or CollarMe or whatthefuckever site and start messaging submissive identifying people with the following:

“hey gurl. cum submit.” “call me ur daddy.” “i own you now slut.” “it’s yes sir to you bitch.”

These are all messages I have received at one point or another in my time as a submissive, be it through chatroom windows or my tumblr/FetLife inbox.

You wanna know where I met M? In a chatroom. You want to know how I met M? He struck up a conversation with me, and I with Him. We connected. We spoke safely. He was careful, cautious, polite, unassuming. He was Dominant without shoving His proverbial dick down my throat in the form of His mannerisms or His tone.

Consent is not negated because you are sitting at a computer keyboard.

This one I am going to repeat.

Consent is not negated because you are sitting at a computer keyboard.

You own no one. You demand zero respect. You command no human being to bow, kneel, kiss your feet, lick your boots, or worship your cock. You are in control of no one but yourself until the minute, milisecond, moment in time that another person says to you, “I submit. I consent. I am Yours.”

Plain and bloody fucking simple.

You earn it. You get there with time and attention and patience and talking less and listening more. If you think the purpose of a submissive is, to paraphrase Harry Potter, make no noise and pretend they don’t exist?

Have a lovely tea party and also go fuck yourself with a cactus.

If you are not listening, you are not learning.

If you are in a committed, consenting, two-way street relationship and silence becomes mandated, that’s different. I shouldn’t have to clarify this, but for the sake of my inbox, I’m going to do so anyway.

Consent is not negated because you are sitting at a computer keyboard.

Consent is not yours to take. It is theirs to give.

Wait for it.

Or you are a thief, a wanna-dom, and generally, an all around cockwombling walnut.