Tonight I’m going to a sexy, fun crazy party with Sir and one of his partners. Star’s also going to be there and is probably/definitely going to tie me up. 

Happy New Year, tumblr. Have an amazing time tonight and stay safe!


Charlotte Olympia’s Veuve Clicquot campaign (via)


Okay, okay, here’s the timeline, with highlights pulled out:

  1. Sir found my tumblr and sent me an ask being like hey I think we go to school together don’t be alarmed I just want to hang out. Naturally, I was alarmed.
  2. I went to visit him and we had a nice time. I got weirdly subspaced in a way I usually don’t with people for a very long time and in a way that was unusual for how minimal the stuff we did was. Read all about it here.
  3. He brought me to a mini-munch, the first casual kink anything I had ever been to in my life. He introduced me to a guy there named Penthouse who eventually became a partner for a little bit. I got tied up for the first time in like legitimate rope bondage. 
  4. And so we kind of started flirting with each other which turned into us having serious conversations with each other.
  5. Except then we totally kind of threw a bit of a monkey wrench in there because stuff was getting complicated and weird. Like really weird.
  6. Which weirdly got resolved because I got pneumonia (???) and he decided to take it upon himself to take care of me.
  7. So then we started developing genuine feelings for each other and doing traditional courting-style acts like going on dates, kissing in public, etc.
  8. Except we struggled with reconciling that with a lot of crap.
  9. Like this guy is pushing my boundaries in awesome ways and like making me feel brave and confident about my identity, and we’re acting like a couple, but he’s like no I don’t want a relationship with you and I’m like then what the hell are we?
  10. And so on December 22, 2012, he turned to me while we were waiting for the train and said, “I’m sorry, this is stupid, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

So that’s the deal. Thank you, actually, for making me go through my archives to do that. He and I are kind of handling a lot right now and it meant a lot for me to sit down and go through everything and remember what he means to me and what we’ve been through.

What made you come up with the ‘craftsmate’ tag for your Sir? I’ve been curious for ages, whether there’s a story attached or anything. Sorry if it’s too personal or if this is just plain nosy.


It’s just when I first started writing about him, he wasn’t my Sir. He was a kinky crafter and one of my classmates. Eventually, when our dynamic and relationship got serious, it felt silly calling him that kind of weird kitchen appliance-y name. Calling him Sir was a gesture of me taking our dynamic seriously.  So, the tag remains for sentimental value.





so this is a thing

a bunch of moms are making letters+audio recordings of affirming, validating letters to queer/trans* people who don’t get that kind of support from their moms

i would say more about it but

im kind of busy in this puddle of tears on the floor so

In case any of my followers don’t have this kind of support from home…

my mom did this and if you need an honourary mother i promise she would be happy to talk to you

His Little Toy


His Little Toy



thinkivykink, I am like 99% sure you’d want to be the one in white being walked out. 

Funny story, you big meanie.

I like wearing white lingerie. I like how it’s perverted and sick in its own innocent way. But tonight I’m wearing black because Sir says it’s time I grow up. Pout.

Hey Ivy. Your legs look a lot like mine, I was wondering if you could recommend some decent stockings that won’t just roll over themselves?? I’ve never been able to find ones that stay perfectly on and they are usually so uncomfortable. My bf loves that stuff and I want to surprise him, please help!


Yeah I have that problem sometimes because stockings were not meant for lady leg muscles. The ones I’ve had the best luck with are Victoria’s Secret, Leg Avenue and surprisingly sometimes Urban Outfitters.



Her mom is planning on taking her suicide note off Tumblr so everyone screenshot it and post it and reblog it till your fingers bleed.

I am so, so sorry this world couldn’t make you feel safe. 

Rest in peace.