Watch: Serena Williams just masterfully defended herself against a manipulative reporter and gave us all a world class lesson in self love at the same time
There are 101 ways this exchange could’ve gone differently. However, Williams’ concise directive, “You should apologize,” did more than demand kindness. It demanded accountability for rudeness. Well done. This is truly the perfect lesson in “How to respond to respond rude people in 2017.”
Gifs: Australian Open TV
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Excellent!
The greatest athlete alive also has the greatest sportsmanship. She not only defended her ability but her competitor’s. It was a good matchup so it featured some good gameplay. How hard is it to understand?
Month: February 2017
“Paramours”, pt deux.
feat. @ravynalexander
wearing @taciturnforsale leather harnesses and shelf bras
{ photo } Henry Riggs
Baltimore, 2015.
If/when Trump is impeached I hope people are still ready to resist this government. I worry that once the cartoonish villainy of Trump is gone, the more traditional looking Pence will quietly enact horrific policy without announcing it crudely on twitter, and folks will let it pass with no protest.
I don’t actually talk about pain very much here. When I’m hanging out on porn tumblr. I’m focused more on the stuff that’s psychological/emotional and usually verbal. When I’m on here, I’ll read about and write about stuff like “beg me to keep hurting you. You fucking love this, don’t you?” etc. because that’s what I usually like to think about when I’m getting off. But I haven’t talked much here about the physical experience of pain play and how good that can feel.
This is the aspect that, a few years ago, I wasn’t even sure if I would like. I knew I liked reading about it, I knew I liked thinking about someone taunting me and teasing me for liking it, but I didn’t know if I would actually like how it feels. Well it turns out I do, I fucking love it.
The initial slap, the bite, the scratch, the sharp feeling, that part I like because I want to struggle and whimper and feel powerless. It’s the part that comes after that that’s straight-up pleasure, where it just glows. That’s the best way I can describe it, the glow of the pain slowly fading out, and it feels amazing.
My favorite is when the intensity just barely nudges up against the limit of how much I think I can take. Not shoved really hard up against that limit, that’s a different type of play, but just slightly past that threshold where part of me says “oh shit, too much” and the rest of me really wants to take it.
But then again, there’s a lot to be said for the slow and steady kind, where it can just keep going for ages. This is another thing I don’t bother to fantasize about when I’m alone, but then actually doing it is amazing. When it just builds on itself continuously, getting me more and more in the zone, and I feel all floaty and wonderful after. There’s a lot to be said for that.
This isn’t about teasing but I’m still putting this in my Tease Theory tag because it’s such an awesome explanation.
“Who Are You?”
StandardWe’ve had a lovely weekend away. It was great to get away from work for a few days.
And having some time to relax in our hotel room finally gave Master the spare time to make me go totally trance-y that we’ve been missing for a long time. Once we were comfy and settled in on Saturday, he took me down into being totally deep under.
Which was super easy because I was super sleepy all day on Saturday. The long hours I had done at work on Thursday/Friday had caught up with me. I’d been sleeping for most of our journey and I didn’t really wake up properly when we arrived.
I can vaguely remember being touched and moved around as – I didn’t fully realise until later what they were doing – they took away my skirt, knickers and tights and gave me a Feeldoe.
Master talked me up a bit so that I was in a semi-awake and woozy state of mind. Awake enough to respond to things he says. He set about confusing me. I can’t recall everything he said enough to write it up, but there are bits we can remember:
“Who are you?”
“Princess.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“No?”
“You’re Master.”
“No.”This was making me VERY confused and befuddled.
“I’m Princess.”
“You’re Master.”
“You’re Master.”
“What’s that?” (Master stroked the Feeldoe, which felt very mmmmmm.)
“Dildo.”
“It’s your cock.”
“My cock.”
“Does Princess have a cock?”
“No?”
“So you’re not Princess.”
“No.”And so on, round and round. He kept finding things to tell me that ‘proved’ I was Master and not Princess:
“Alouette is kneeling down for you. It’s Master she submits to. You’re Master.”
“Her leash is in your hand. You’re Master.”
“You’re not wearing glasses. You’re Master.”I got less and less certain each time I was told something that “proved” I was Master. I did question it because I’d started off sure I was Princess.
“I have boobs.”
“No. It’s just how your shirt lies. You’re Master.”Alouette grabbed my hands to stop me reaching up to touch my boobs and demonstrate that they were real.
I was already pretty tired and half asleep before we started. I had been all day. Talking me down into a trance made me even more befuddled. I couldn’t keep up with all the ways he was proving I was Master.
“Whose voice is this?”
“Master.”
“You trust me.”
“I trust you.”
“I tell you the truth.”
“You tell me the truth.”
“You’re Master.”
“No…”
“You trust me. You’re Master. I tell you the truth. You’re Master.”Somewhere around here, I got lost. Master never did get me to say I was Master, but I stopped being able to say who I was. I either went quiet if I was asked directly or started repeating some of the ‘facts’ he’d been repeating to me. I stopped resisting it.
It never seemed to get weird to me that if I was Master this meant that there were two of me in the room. I did have a similar experience one time last year after being given morphine in hospital. So that’s not a wholly new thing for me.
Once Master was satisfied that I was as convinced that I was Master as I was going to get, he reminded me of Alouette waiting there to please her Master. She was still holding my hands. So patient! Such an angel! ♥ I’d halfway forgotten her because I had got wrapped up in talking to Master.
As it turned out, what I wanted to do was have her suck my cock. So, with a reminder from Master, I repeated his deep throat training for her. I can clearly remember stroking her hair, holding her head still, feeling her arm wrapping around my thigh, telling her how safe she was, and what a good girl, and how much I loved her. ♥ I remember using her leash to draw her onto the bed so we could all – Masters and Alouette – make love because she was such a good girl who deserved love.
Doing that gradually brought my mind wandering back towards who I am. I think it was Master’s kisses that finally broke the spell and got me to remember that he was him and he was the only Master here, not me.
I needed some time afterwards to get my brain properly un-bent. Mainly through sleeping and cuddling and being talked to. I was very not talkative until the evening, which is when I finally started to feel awake properly.
This seems like it should have felt more trippy than it did at the time. But I mainly remember feeling tired and confused until I finally went along with whatever Master was telling me about whoever I was by then.
Him and Alouette are so cool. ♥
That sounds amazing, no wonder you needed time to get your brain ‘un-bent’!
It was amazing and I’m so grateful to Master and Alouette for doing that to me.
I think it was largely because I was very, very tired that I was a bit out of it afterwards. It’s a good job they could take charge of checking into the hotel because I was not very alert at all.
Master and Alouette found the journey very funny because I kept drifting in and out of sleep, and waking up more and more turned on. I wasn’t in a fit state to do anything complicated by the time we got to where we were going.
I had to have strong coffee put into me on Saturday evening before we went out for dinner.
This is just…. I’ll be in my bunk, please don’t disturb me 🙊
Whoa. So much trust for this to happen. 🙂
It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs
Now. More. Than. Ever.
Question: if I see someone pull off a Hijab, what should I do? I know there are reasons they are worn so I want to if i should stand in between them and who did this, should i protect them from view somehow, or something else? This has been happening a lot so I feel it’s something everyone needs to know.
Good question! I cannot correctly and effectively answer, as I am a white, non-Muslim person; however, I will reblog in case any of my followers can answer.
I asked my Hijabi friend, so here’s one Hijabi’s answer:
“my opinion is, definitely try cover them or give them something to cover themselves with. And perhaps shoo off the person, without putting oneself in danger! God forbid, if that happened to me, I would like someone to come and comfort me and give me something to cover my hair with and then help me report it to the cops
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(Followers, if any of you are hijabi and would like to expand on this answer or offer alternatives, please do.)
If u see it happen to 1 of us, pls cover our head + hair with a coat or shawl or any piece of cloth, while hugging us in comfort. Please don’t get hurt by lashing out @ the perpetrators in any way, coz if they dare to do that, they’re probably too far gone in their own hatred to listen to any reason. Much love + Thank You to anyone who supports us.
yes !! everything said here is important af. if you see someone pull off a girl’s hijab immediately cover her hair and provide comfort. don’t talk to the perpetrator but try to get the woman out of there if you can. maybe if you have a scarf on you at the time give it to her so she can wear it until she’s alone and can replace her hijab. please please protect muslim girls because we already had it hard before donald trump became president and now its gonna be worse with people going around thinking their violence and cruelty is justified
for my other white ppl who might have a hard time, it’s my understanding that a hijab is like a major item of clothing, not an accessory like a hat or a scarf.
so think abt it more like if someone just ripped someone’s shirt or skirt off. u don’t want to be left there exposed or have to walk home without it.everyone, even outside America needs to protect our Muslim sisters in these times.
as a man, what would be the best thing to do? should i turn my head and avoid looking at their hair? can i still offer a jacket or something similar?
^I’m hoping someone has an answer islamaphpbia is on the rise in my town and I want to be a good male non Muslim ally
For men, yes please, we would prefer it if you avoided looking at our hair, and if we don’t have something to substitute as a hijab at that moment, anything you could lend us, a jacket, etc, would be very appreciated.
Also, since most girls avoid physical contact with men they’re not related to, please do not hug them, but rather shoo the offender away if you can, or at least escort the girl to a safe place. You can still offer words of encouragement and support. Furthermore, understand that the victim may not be very welcoming towards you because she’ll obviously be shaken, and won’t know where you are coming from. If that’s the case, please still give her something to cover herself (hijab is very important, think of it as someone ripping your shirt off) and stand some distance away until you are sure she’s in safe hands.
Thank you so much for your support, we really appreciate it, god bless all of you.
In the horrible climate we’re currently in, please take note of this.
Reblogging this again for the guy-instructions
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Me trying to be serious in a fetish club
@thinkivykink why did this make me think of you?
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