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disheartens:

I hope you fall in love with a man with good music taste and a jawline stronger than your wifi connection

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love-and-bdsm:

love-and-bdsm:

I get asked a LOT how I punish my subs, and there have been a lot of things that bother me about the way people seem to think about punishment.
1.) I hate when submissives who aren’t mine are rude to me and then say I need to punished and then tell me what I can do to them. Umm, no, I’m not your Mistress. Your punishment for being rude to me is me blocking you.
2.) I dislike the notion that punishment is something a sub should want. At least for me, punishment means you have hurt or disappointed me. I’m not going to punish you with an activity you enjoy. You’re not going to learn anything from that. You are going to hate it.
3.) If you like pain play, discipline, humiliation, or whatever, that’s great! We can do those things without you misbehaving. We can even roleplay that it’s punishment without having to cause damage to our relationship. Ask for it.
4.) No, being a dominant does NOT mean I automatically love punishing subs and watching them suffer. I hate punishing subs. I’d much rather reward them for GOOD behavior.
5.) No, I am not going to tell you in detail how I would punish you for a vague hypothetical infraction. Punishments have endless possibilities and will always be based on the type and severity of the offense, extenuating circumstances, aggravating circumstances, and the likes and dislikes of the submissive.
6.) No, punishments aren’t “worse” when I’m angry. I don’t punish when I’m emotionally compromised. I remove myself from the situation, take time to cool down, and decide a punishment when I’m level headed. Anything less could easily be named abusive.
7.) Punishment is not cruel. It is not excessive. It is not for no reason. It does not “destroy” the submissive. It is NOT done without consent. That is abuse. Punishment is fair, it is fitting, it is deserved, it is consensual, and it should enable the submissive to grow and learn.

Jeez. This popped up randomly and has gotten a BUNCH of notes. 
Brief Conversation With a Vanilla Friend (Who's Also Somewhat Slutty, and I Love Her)
  • Friend: "So it was the same guy - remember that hot Puerto Rican from, like, two years ago? He was there!"
  • Me: "Shut the front door. You... did... NOT."
  • Friend: "Hell, yes I did! He's hot! But it got kinda weird for a sec..."
  • Me: "Weird how? The nipple rings?"
  • Friend: "Shut up! No... He wanted me to give him head... which, you know, of course...
  • Me: "Of course."
  • Friend: "But he kept pushing my head down..."
  • Me: "Right..."
  • Friend: "No, like hard."
  • Me: "Right..."
  • Friend: "Like... I almost couldn't breathe."
  • Me: "Right..."
  • Friend: "So I told him I couldn't breathe, then he said... he said, 'I wanna hear you gag on my cock'"
  • Me: "Right..."
  • Friend: "..."
  • Me: "..."
  • Friend: "OH, MY GOD. You like that shit don't you?!"
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diaryof-alittleswitch:

flowersam:

you ever look at a kink and think “nah” then a few years later look at the same kink and go “actually yes”

Yup

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v-a-n-s:

2k58:

princesslotus:

thisiscasey7:

forgott-en:

nedhepburn:

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time. She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.


I just cried at this

god damn

jesus christ


Damn
masterwhoremonger:

Suffocate on my balls bitch
haughtyspirit:

It’s true…

wylieeeeee:

wylieeeeee:

I’m holding a charity event tonight for people who can’t reach orgasm.

If you can’t come let me know.

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tajaliyah:

belugaqueen:

even the best fall down sometimes

Im gonna cry, what the fuck is this
slavecafe:

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