So I’m all subspaced on my couch right now with Pup because this photo took place, oh, maybe 30-40 min ago.
Pup and I were supposed to do something kind of nuts tonight, but he wasn’t feeling too well. So this is apparently what a tame night in looks like.
I assume this is in reference to this dude asking me three damn times in a row for my snapchat and not getting the hint.
I should say it’s a little rude to just write me with “Snapchat?”, so that’s why the first gif was posted.
It’s a little ruder to just be like, oh clearly this girl didn’t understand me, let me shout the question at her again: “Do you have a snapchat?”
If you want to talk to me, the polite thing to do is to reach out and introduce yourself. Like, hi, my name is suchandsuch, I really like your blog. You seem really interesting, and I am getting interested in (insert kink here) that you post about. I’ve got these questions, and I was wondering if we could discuss them.
I have honestly made great friends on tumblr – people who later got things like my kik, phone number, etc – with people who sent me respectful messages like this with a genuine angle to get to know me. Not with the angle of, “well, I’ve masturbated to all the photos she posted, and now I want some more because I’ve decided I’m special and entitled to them, and she should clearly trust me.”
As this wasn’t asked in the spirit of sex positivity or kindness, I don’t feel the need to answer this in that way. Sir and I have plenty of firsts and milestones. Some together, some apart. This doesn’t lessen our relationship. This isn’t something he “never could” do, it’s just something that didn’t happen. He’s bruised me plenty of times, and fuck you for implying that this is some sort of inferiority on his part. He’s an amazing dom. Is he jealous? He’s mostly excited to know Old Ironsides can be breached with the right equipment. I’m sure if he used the specific tool WRM used, he would’ve gotten bruises, too. This isn’t some sort of race to see who can bruise me first, and this question is profoundly unhealthy.
Office boobs, the sequel.
I don’t know your relationship or your arrangement. I don’t always feel comfortable giving advice to people I barely know when there’s stakes at hand like this. But I think it’s fair to say there’s ways to gently communicate, “hey, I’m bisexual, and sometimes I think about a domme. How does that make you feel?”
The last time we played Jenga, Pup ended up in the hospital. Must tread with caution. The game has too much power.
According to Pup, he and Sir totally made out that night we all played Jenga.
But guess whose asshole brain won’t bring back the memory?
Stupid spankbank. Withdrawal denied.