You know how people buy drinks for girls in bars? Why can’t people do that in book stores? Like if I’m looking at a novel in Barnes and Noble and some person walks up to me and strikes up a conversation and offers to buy the book for me there is a lot better chance of that working out in their favor
I’m going to reblog this until it’s a cultural norm.
This is the original thought I needed today.
Why I need a Sadist
I spend the majority of my day in control of situations that arise. I am the girl in the front row of your lecture who knows all of the answers. I am the colleague to whom you take questions and problems because you know I will give you the best answer and actually care about the outcome. I am constantly working to make others lives better.
There is something you can do for me. Take control. Make me gasp. Make me wet. Make me crawl on my knees and beg. Be stern. Be rough. Be a Sadist. Make me hunger for the pain I know is coming, even more than I already do.
Make me feel the burn in my blood and the pounding of my heart. Let me know the wonder of my mortal form. Test me in ways I can only imagine. Refine me by fire. Let me revel in fear, pain, and lust. My senses, mind and heart awakened.
Make me feel alive.
Written by – HiddenAngel courtesy of FetLife. (via masterbaad)
Fine! get the fuck over here - on your knees.
i’m reading your palm and it says it belongs on my butt - My kind of girl.
I think the real question is why should a girl shave, preen and diet herself into oblivion for a guy in sweatpants and a t shirt who hasn’t trimmed his pubes in 3 years
Because next time she has him all tied up out cums the soap and razors. And then a trip to a men’s shop and a tie for Christmas or his birthday.
curbstompedandcarefree said: So how did you discover the world of bdsm? And at about what age?
I think I liked things about it in elementary school - I liked spanking at 8, Catwoman at 9, Stories in my teens. I tried it at 19 and due to general ignorance and incompetence it went nowhere. Anal was always enjoyed. Then I went to a sex shoppe 3 years ago and started buying restraints and the tale in our blog tells how it blossomed. Recently I have tried being a switch and like that as well. How about yourself?
Truth. Now, get over to the side of the bed, drop those pants, and bend over! You may cry if you need to.
Ask your man, “Am I a slut?”
It can be answered either way, and you are still able to answer,
"I am YOUR slut - I’ll do anything you ask."
(That might be topping from the bottom, but who cares.) This stuff really works as a rule.
And here we go…. knee highs too. Hope you enjoy our vacation plans (Sir’s plans - Pet will do as she’s told, no problem.)
We will keep you posted on how it goes.
do you ever just stare at someone’s blog longingly because you want to be friends with them but know you can never measure up to their greatness
I just message them and create friendship. Chances are they are longingly looking at blogs too.
Just say hi! We are all humans, sort of…
Sir was cruising home in His Shelby when Pet called and said she’d like to go out to dinner. Sir immediately saw the opportunity to put to use all He’d learned about D/s.
He knew to find a restaurant Himself. Something “new” and fun and lively with lots of attractive waiters and waitresses. He called and booked the reservation. Arriving at the house He told Pet to get into the car. She was wearing a tight skirt from work and immediately did as she was told. Sir still had on his suit and tie. At the place, He ordered two glasses of pinot and they fell into an odd conversation of how much sex the other should have if the other happened to die. They both encouraged the other to go all out. Sir intends to get a girlfriend 20 years younger and Pet says she’ll become an actively practicing slut. What the hell, people talk about stranger things…. (like choices of curtains!)
Dinner was great with spectacular gnocchi and brussel sprouts and a fabulous bottle of Viognier. Sir strictly limits his intake but Pet got herslef well-toasted. In the car Sir had Pet blow Him to get rid of her hiccups and then lie back and play with herself with her heels up on the dash - Pet’s a hoot when she’s had too much. A couple drivers got an entertaining eyeful though Sir’s sports car can be equally distracting.
At home Pet apologized for being a bit out of control, but Sir assured her He had everything “under” control. “I plan to maximally restrain you.” “Really?” she said. He took out the collar, the leash, the wrist cuffs, told her to put them on and went to the restroom. Returning He added the finishing touch - a blindfold, then a ball gag, and He told Pet he had some new leg restraints He wanted to try but she would have to be patient. “Okay,” she said. (Oddly, she could talk around the ball gag no problem. Hmmm.)
The restraints are like yoga stretching straps with slip locks at the end. They are soft cloth and Sir wound them around her thighs, flexing the knee completely and securing each leg around an ankle. He took back her arms to latch behind her back when He noted Pet was breathing hard.
"I figured the wine would have you very relaxed." "I am relaxed, but I’m afraid, the hands are more than I can handle." He whipped her sharply with a slap of the leather flogger and proceeded to fuck her, but she did not relax. "Red," she said. The safeword. The second safeword. Sir stopped. "You want to be untied?" "No," she answered. "It’s my hands."
It was the first time she’d ever used this word. Sir reminded her that yellow is the first safeword to indicate hesitation. She said she was okay and Sir figured she just was impulsive and intoxicated. He released her arms and fastened them over her head. He put her ass up on a pillow. “I’m going to flog you.” “Okay, good,” she answered. He brought her to a nice pink to red. “Fuck, that hurts,” she said. He then proceeded to fuck her helpless torso. Pet was loving this, a big smile on her face.
Sir then fucked the living shit out of her reddened ass and Pet was very happy. He achieved His goal of cumming fast. He lie next to her awhile with Pet assuring Him she was fine. She looked very happy. Releasing her slowly He had her suck His cock out clean. Pet was rolled over and Sir licked her clit until she came, even without permission. She deserved it, she had been a trooper. But He didn’t let her get away with this little slip and like a good daddy immediately told her what she’d forgot. “Up on all fours!” She assumed her position like a good girl and took the 3 prescribed slaps.
Then a colleague of Sirs called and while taking the call, Pet played with herself, this time whispering “May I cum again, Sir?” while her face became a dark red. Sir quickly whispered “yes, please do,” and petted His girl while He watched her face go into contortions as He and His buddy conversed about business.
Nice night overall. Pet said her ass still stings, and giggled. She’s fast asleep now.
I want to hear more butt plug stories from girls that have worn them all day. I need to get a set of these for Pet. Pet is very anal - if you know what I mean (and I don’t mean she’s tidy) - I want to know how they affect your mood and psychology as the day passes…