Month: April 2013

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Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Six 

Eventually, Craftsmate let me out of the cage and we decided to hang around for a little bit away from the play areas. I stayed on the leash, but that was about the farthest thing from strange considering the environment we were in. Which, all things considered, set me at ease. It was nice to feel a little bit normal.

Across the play area, there was a girl in a pair of absurdly high pink heels reclined in a chair, checking her phone. Beside her was a bag, out of which a number of nasty-looking floggers and whips were sticking out. Even if she looked a bit disinterested in everything, she was still gorgeous.

Craftsmate caught me staring.

“I like her shoes,” I explained quickly.

He smirked. “Oh yeah? Her shoes? Why don’t you go over and tell her?”

“No, no, no, no,” I insisted, shaking my head emphatically. “I don’t want to disturb her or anything.”

“Do you want me to go over there and ask if she wants to borrow you?” He asked, smiling in the kind of way to suggest that he was not even remotely bluffing.

“No!” I squealed and Craftsmate started laughing.

“Fine,” he replied, “you get off easy this time.”

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Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Five  

Eventually, Craftsmate had me stop walking and hold still while he removed the blindfold, gag, hood and handcuffs. I blushed when I noticed the fact that there were people standing around near us and reached up to nervously wipe some drool from the corner of my mouth. Taking hold once more of the leash, he leaned down and kissed me, saying that he was proud of what I had done. And, truth be told, I was, too.

Beside us was what can be aptly described as a crawlspace with bars on it, essentially a cage dug into the wall. After opening up the door, Craftsmate applied some pressure to my shoulder and had me kneel and crawl inside. Once I was in, he pulled the bolt shut on the door and tied my leash to the bars to prevent me from crawling away from the front of the cage.

“Aw, look at you in there. How cute,” he teased. A couple walked by, both partners casting a glance down into the cage and smirking before continuing on. My cheeks were burning as Craftsmate pulled a chair up by the cage and took a seat.  "I like you in there,“ he explained, "I think you’re going to stay in there for a little bit.”

I started to pout, but paused as I looked beyond him and noticed a man securing a woman over a bench. She was practically naked, save for a pair of panties and a collar around her neck. As the man began to flog her, Craftsmate followed my gaze and I could see him grin.

“Were you watching them?” He asked, knowing the answer.

“No,” I replied and turned my head.

He reached down through the bars and grabbed hold of my hair, turning my head. “No, no, I think you should watch him beat her.” He was smiling. “Do you like that?” He asked, patting my cheek. “Do you like the way he’s hurting her?" I tried once more to look away and he pulled my head back to face forward. "Come on, watch them.”

I could have died right on the spot.

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Sitting on Craftsmate’s couch, eating his roommate’s leftover mac and cheese (except then this popped up on my dash and I got mad food envy) out of a pot, working on a paper I’ve been putting off and off and off.

Send me nice stuff, night owls.

<3, Ivy

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This video is an excerpt from the film Miss Representation.

And I suggest everyone watch this. Really. All of you. Seriously. If not the full documentary, at least this 8 minute clip.

I had an ex, when I tried to tell him about it, inform me that apparently this was “bullshit” and women “already had equality.” Needless to say (and for other reasons that aren’t all that distant from this), I don’t speak to him anymore.

(Source: https://player.vimeo.com/)
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littlelaneykink:

daddypervert:

justplainsmut:

subtied : Sensi Pearl and James Deen for Sex and Submission [video]

Haven’t watched this one but the captions make it seem like a genuine (and nicely uncontrived) check-in during a scene…well done.

Definitely a check-in, and having seen this video I can tell you that it’s not the only one and that they seamlessly integrate into the plot. It’s one of the best scenes I’ve ever seen.

I’ve experienced check-ins mid-scene, and honestly? They were really sexy. Super touching, really intimate, and affirmation for both parties.

You don’t have to stop everything, it’s not about breaking character. It’s just an acknowledgment that what’s happening is intense, maybe difficult, and it gives you both the opportunity to acknowledge that and reinforce the connection before you plunge back in.

This is one of my favorite porns to watch. And I usually don’t really enjoy most video porn.

And I realize now that it’s because of the way the whole scene is framed. It’s not just the “two pornstars doing a locker-room fantasy consensual nonconsent” scene. It’s a boyfriend and girlfriend, played by two pornstars, performing one of her fantasies. And he checks in with her and makes sure she’s okay.

Ugh, leave it to me to get cheesy about a porn.

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Craftsmate and I have had a rocky couple of days, hence the silence on the Dungeon Story front. We had a small disagreement that kind of erupted into a much larger fight, followed by a few little aftershocks. 

We’ve had a bunch of tough conversations, precipitated by everything from mismatched expectations to the fact that we’re going to become a long-distance couple for at least a year. 

So, yep, we made an initial appointment to go to see a counselor.

Tonight, we’re watching Game of Thrones and Mad Men and just not addressing some of this shit until tomorrow at least.

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Happy 4/20, followers. 

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ginkitten:

myanonymouslair:

this-is-radio-clash:

Is it odd that outfits like this make me wish I was a girl?

Nope. Being a girl is actually pretty fucking awesome.

I has a need. 

Hey. Hey. You don’t have to be a girl to wear outfits like these!

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Craftsmate and I had a quickie today after class.

He came all over my back, kissed me goodbye and went to play squash.

Blushing forever.

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joandefers:

y0urprotector:

You ever stop and watch someone completing the most mundane routine – like grocery shopping, or filling their car with gas again and again and again – and question how dare they mistake these movements for living? Then ask yourself why you do the same? 

The question here is really less “How DARE someone assume they are living as the go forth collecting food and securing shelter!”  than it is, “Perhaps, good sir, I am an asshole who expects someone ELSE to do the grocery shopping and maintenance activities so that I might Truly Live at the top of the Living Pyramid, whilst my icy gaze pierces through the mundane veil of busywork, to see the Absolute Truth of respirational authenticity.”

If a thing is invisible to you as Required Work for True Living, you might take a second to wonder about those lesser mortals who are supposed to wash the underwear. Humping that bourgeoisie dream where everyone has perfect teeth and wonderful hair and meaningful labor, but no one knows they need to change the filters in the car or the household appliances? It’s a little weird.

The money for mustache wax has to come from somewhere, Monty Beragon.

^ I love this woman.