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For the people who’ve asked how I like barre:

My review, a month in, is that it can be rather fun.

Just, y’know, not quite this fun.

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doctortease:

Behavior correction case file #440 UPDATE: Ivy. While the subject has shown marked improvement under treatment so far, recent indications are that progress has plateaued. It may simply be that we have reached the limitations of what can be achieved by coaxing and instructing, and need to move on to working directly with the subconscious.

Simply put, Ivy will be put on overload. Each week, her chart will be updated with a randomized stim schedule, with staggered rest periods at irregular intervals to disorient her and induce repeated fugue states. She will spend the majority of shifts in some form of sensory deprivation combined with vibration, penetration, focused impact, and utilitarian bondage or encasement. She will never know exactly who is using her body, how long a session will last, or whether she will be permitted (or punished for) orgasm. Any information she gleans about her current circumstances will be drip-fed and incomplete. Monitor pulse levels, and feel free to switch things up to keep them high.

Between these sessions, Ivy will be folded into a small case and transported to the recovery chamber on level 4. She will spend recovery time unbound but collared, and dressed in minimal decorative garments, which are to be referred to as “pretties.” She will see a small, consistent set of supervisors during these periods, who have already been briefed on treating her gently but addressing her in diminutive and reductive terms. Soothing, petting, and cuddling are encouraged. Subject is to feel as if she is receiving special treatment (which is in fact true), but also in firm and careful hands.

Until, upon waking, she finds herself at full use again.

The overarching goal in this case is to simulate a fractured reality. The subject should come to believe that her stim sessions are a dream when she is in recovery, and that her recovery is a dream when she is under stim. The alternating stresses of this contradiction should provide opportunity to examine and manipulate her psyche to an otherwise unattainable degree.

The closest we have come to using this form of therapy in the past has been as a punitive measure against hostile actors bent on harming the Institute. The intent for those subjects was to break them. With Ivy, however, it must be clear that our intent is pure and therapeutic. We do not expect her to break; we expect her to blossom.

Be careful what you wish for.

Disclaimer: I gave him permission to write this post and to use my photos. Please don’t reblog me and leave gross commentary like “hot teen ass” (though I’m kind of flattered, as I’m not a teen anymore.)

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texboylikesit:

fatfeministfetishist:

And this is how to negotiate consent mid-scene. HOT. AS. FUCK.

Guys, talking about consent and “how everything’s going” is just as important during a scene as it is before. And it doesn’t have to feel like a chore, it can be really sexy.

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cutevictim:

lovingnotloved:

rape—princess:

omfg ;_;

still perfect

“See how far down that goes?”

Sexiest, dommiest moment right there.

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bdbourbon:

“So how do you feel?”

She squirmed. For a second, she listened to the din of the restaurant around them, considering whether nearby tables could overhear. He raised one eyebrow.

“I feel… full.”

“Is that all?”

She opened her mouth to answer, and got as far as “No, I…” when she heard:

“Can I get you two some drinks?”

She jumped. She hadn’t seen the waitress behind her. Her heart pounded, her breath caught in her throat, and she blushed. He waited a beat, picked up the menu, smiled, and turned to the waitress.

“Yes, I’ll have a sazerac. And for her… an old fashioned.”

“No problem, I’ll be back in just a moment.”

Waitress gone, he turned back to her and smiled. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

“I said I feel full.”

“And what else?”

“I ache. I’m very wet. And I’m embarrassed.”

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She arrived at his apartment an hour before dressed as he had requested: black top, skirt, and stockings, her hair up in a loose bun, and a small pendant tied around her neck with a choker (his subtle replacement for a collar).

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A little erotica for your Thanksgiving morning. Unf.

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Craftsmate and Penthouse once made a little joke, much to my chagrin, on a certain tinychat about how people would read and write fan-fiction about them.

Or slash-fic. Whatever. Whatever the fuck this nonsense is called.

Either way, I refuse to let my sex life be co-opted into freaking spinoffs. No. No. No. No. No.

Quickies in New York: Ms. Smith’s School for Wayward Catholic Girls

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Quickies in New York: Ms. Smith’s School for Wayward Catholic Girls

M’s Infernal Cabinet of Desire: But is it Art?

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M’s Infernal Cabinet of Desire: But is it Art?

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Playdate with Popcorn, Part Three 

Before Popcorn came over, Penthouse treated me to a little sensory deprivation. Because, yes, that sort of thing is a treat to me. I’m a funny girl like that. 

He secured the blindfold over my eyes, tied me down to the bed, and popped the headphones into my ears. He had recorded something rather filthy and entirely too blushy for me to go into too much detail about. But it was really hot, let me assure you.

At one point, he turned the recording off and called up Craftsmate to thank him for the blindfold and the ballgag he had made. I blushed deeply as he did, his hand trailing up my thigh as he implied over the phone that I wasn’t really in any condition to talk.

Shortly after he let me out, Popcorn confirmed that she was headed over. Honestly, the deprivation had put me in about the right headspace. I was incredibly calm and quite ready to submit. 

Not to mention very, very worked up. 

Faith – Audio

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Rolledtrousers has made another audio. 

Some of you have learned by now how I feel about this man’s audio posts.

And if you haven’t caught his first, go listen to this one. It’s super sexy.

rolledtrousers:

The full audio here, hosted on SoundCloud.

An erotic short story written and read by My Trousers Rolled

Tumblr’s audio limit stops me uploading the full recording, as it’s over 10mb, and I can’t host both today, as I’m only allowed one a day. So here it all is, with the rest to follow tomorrow.