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Things I Learned On Twitter Today

August 6th, 2015 Comments off
  1. I’m a super shitty slave because I dare to correct strange dominants on the intarwebz.
  2. Refusing to ‘admit’ I’m wrong when I didn’t actually do anything wrong makes me a ‘bratty little girl’.
  3. Dominants are children who can’t hold their own in a debate and must be defended by their submissives.
  4. When your dominant’s overinflated ego enables him to take a stranger’s words wrong, and he throws a temper tantrum, you should spend half your morning dissing the stranger, their relationship, and their dominant partner without knowing the first thing about them, because that’s not at all disrespectful.
  5. When the stranger calls you out on your hypocrisy, be sure to back pedal while maintaining a superior attitude.
  6. The submissive with the most followers on their side wins kink, kthxbai.
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The Last Word

August 3rd, 2015 Comments off

A while back, Master and I were communicating with a friend via text message (M was driving, so I was texting) about plans for later in the day. When everything was squared away, Master was struggling with how to respond to the last thing our friend said; the last thing which had no real need for a response.

I mean, when it comes right down to it, we’re both socially awkward. I know how to be ‘the fun one’ at a party because that’s who my dad was when I was a kid, and I idolized him, so I just do what he did. M feeds off me pretty well, which usually leads to our table being the popular kids’ table at company parties (that and the fact that the company wouldn’t run without M’s department). But in reality, we’re both painfully shy. If either one of us was required to attend a function without the other, you’d probably find us hiding in the corner hoping no one talks to us. When it comes right down to it, we just don’t know how to act around people.

So when he kept asking, “What should I say?” I finally laughed and said, “You don’t have to say anything.”

“I don’t?”

“No. You don’t. The conversation is over. You’re both done talking. You don’t always have to have the last word.”

He stared at me so long I started to worry he was going to run into something. Read more…

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