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One-Sided Advice

July 22nd, 2008 2 comments

I have a problem with a lot of the advice I see going around online. Mostly on forums and dating sites. The vast majority of it is completely asinine. Or it’s one-sided. Or both.

The one-sided advice is what bothers me the most. Advice from people who only see things from their point of view and absolutely refuse to even look at it from anyone else’s. Including the person’s they’re advising.

I get caught in this trap sometimes. I’m often seen saying things like “From where I sit…” and “In our relationship…” and so on. However, I’m often saying things like “From where I sit…” and “In our relationship…” whereas these other one-sided advisers, the ones I’m bitching about, are stating their case as if it’s gospel and not just how they see things.

I feel so bad for the people who pursue this lifestyle online. While it’s not always the best way to get the most out of a relationship, no matter the sexual persuasion of the players, it’s still a valid way to start a relationship. As is proven by the many people I know, know of and have been provided proof of who have started a relationship online and are still going at it strong. ::waves to S and kaya, M and K, MasterStrict and reen, and the others my half awake brain can’t think of right now:: Yet online lifestylers are always being told their way is wrong and they should ditch the online scene and go find a “real life” one.

I’ve really got to stop pouring coffee down the front of me. Read more…

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Not the Mama

July 21st, 2008 Comments off

I don’t save people. It’s not something I do.

I used to try. I used to make a damn good attempt to save people from danger, other people, themselves, venomous snakes, rabid or vicious animals or just plain bad situations. I used to repeat myself repeatedly (*snicker*) to try and make them see what they were getting themselves into. I’d scream and yell and flail my arms to be met with… complete and total complacency. The people I was trying to save were happy with their decision to face the danger, whatever it was, head on regardless of the possible consequences.

So I stopped saving people. I was wasting my time and they weren’t learning anything. Sharing my knowledge in this way was a complete and total waste. For me, for them, and for everyone involved.

Instead, I now express my opinion, talk about how I’d do things differently, avoid sticky situations with the hope that people following me or walking with me will go around them as well and I give advice. But once it’s out of my mouth (or fingers, as the case may be) it’s out of my hands and I let it go. And if someone reading is stupid enough to take everything I say at face value without finding out if there is more involved that I didn’t feel important enough to include and apply it to their own way of life and finds it doesn’t work for them I don’t blame myself. I don’t hold it against myself. I lay blame where it’s due. And I don’t feel it belongs at my feet. Read more…

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Because I Can.

July 20th, 2008 Comments off

So we were sitting in the living room. Just talking. All day yesterday that’s all we did. Well, if you exclude the ass fucking when we woke up and the much more brutal ass fucking that took place later.

He had given me permission to touch myself and make myself cum and do whatever I wanted to myself earlier in the day so almost immediately after His cock went into my ass my left hand (Which is bizarre because usually I can’t make myself cum with my left hand. Ambidextrous in almost every other way but that one.) went to my clit and started diddling furiously. It took longer than usual but the more He growled into my ear “Daddy wants to feel you cum with Him in your ass. Get your cunt off, slut.” the higher I flew.

It hurt. God did it hurt. And I tried to pull away at first. “Push back on it, cunt. Now!” and the hand in my hair was all that kept me there. Until it started to feel good. And then my hand was in my cunt. It was the first time I ever came with Him in my ass. And it felt so good. So, so good.

But… I digress.

We were sitting in the living room. I was on the floor between the love seat and sofa and He was on the sofa. I was leaning back against the love seat with my arms folded behind me and my legs crossed Indian style and tucked up against the leather-covered kick board of the sofa. He was holding a glass of water. Almost empty. There was probably four or five ounces of water still remaining inside. Half a cup.

Suddenly, the water was all over me and the glass was on the coffee table.

“What’d you do that for??!?”

“Because I can.”

I was completely indignant and disbelieving. He really just dumped a glass of water on me… because He can? Are you serious?

“I was thinking, I don’t want this anymore. What should I do with it? And then I thought, I could just dump it on her. And then I did.”

Just because He could. He felt like it so He did. And while I was incredulous, I was also dumbfounded with admiration. Over a stupid cup of water.

But of course I went to change.

That’s how I roll.

July 20th, 2008 No comments
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A Response to a Response

July 19th, 2008 Comments off

i’m shocked that this crowd is objecting to the concept of technological advances in behavior control through pain. rayne, who has eloquently spoken of her joy in submission, might enjoy traveling not only with a stun bracelet, but naked, cuffed, gagged, blindfolded, and butt-plugged; and displayed so that the public could be assured she is under control for the flight. floggings could be administered by the first class passengers. what is more american than the rich abusing the poor? besides, islamofascists wouldn’t get on the planes any more, so we would make flying immediately safer. air travel is both grueling and dangerous – this solves both problems. since when do we oppose corporal punishment? a well-whipped passenger is a well-behaved passenger.

This comment was posted on Slave Farm in response to my news post about the stun bracelet. Maybe the poster was being facetious; I don’t know. But I was sort of annoyed and a little insulted at first. Maybe I still am. To suggest that I (or anyone else, for that matter) am somehow less of a masochist/slave because I oppose forcing human beings to wear stun bracelets in order to travel in an airplane, with all do respect, is asinine.

I don’t oppose it on a personal level. I’d probably get some sort of twisted enjoyment from it. I enjoy, most of the time, being treated like an animal. I’m happiest when Master chains me to the wall or makes me squat outside to pee or leashes me and holds my leash as I sit/kneel/lay beside Him.

But just because I enjoy it does not mean I condone it for everyone else in the world. If it makes them happy, by all means.

But if it doesn’t… well, isn’t that part of the whole [[BDSM]] mantra ([[SSC]]) anyway? That everything be consensual? Or that the submissive at least consent to non-consent? I don’t know many people, American or otherwise, who are going to happily lock a bracelet on their wrist content in the assumption that so long as they know they’re not doing anything wrong the government will also know this and not shock them. Especially this day and age when faith in the U.S. government, among Americans and other nationalities alike, is at an all-time low. Read more…

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Promotion??!?

July 17th, 2008 Comments off

Supposedly I’m getting a promotion. Master’s cautiously optimistic but says not to get my hopes up too high. They’ve said that before and nothing happened. Suddenly I understand why Mr. C. told T she wasn’t getting a raise.

I agreed to go up to $9/hr at least temporarily. I was told to expect much more as soon as we change over from an adult home to assisted living/mental health. I was also told to expect better help because they’ll be better paid. That’s comforting.

Master said if I come home trying to be bossy (I’ll be kitchen manager) He’s going to knock me on my ass. I don’t think I would. I’m going to have a hard enough time being bossy at work. I’m so used to putting my tail between my legs and pretending people aren’t walking all over me.

Are there any restrictions that you guys have to follow with regards to your jobs?

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