How would you go about adding a new girl to your harem, if you…

How would you go about adding a new girl to your harem, if you ever wanted to? Everyone is so tight knit, any new additions must be very intimidated 🫠

RE: how?

The same way I added the old ones… I’d beneficently accept her fangirlish enthusiasm as her devotion to me slowly developed and she was forced by her own yearning to progressively expose her body and soul until there’s nothing left to show and everything to give.

And “everything” is exactly what I’d take.

RE: if?

There’s always room for a girl who knows her place and purpose, who understands what it means to be a part of something greater.

RE: tight knit intimidation?

Most of the girls had never spoken a word to one another before the Spring of 2022. And they didn’t really start to bond until our physical Gatherings in April and October of this year. So while some of them have many years of history with me, their shared time has been relatively brief.

Plus, each of them passionately believes that I’m deserving of all the love in the world… they’ll welcome anyone who can embrace that same faith.

You talk about your coworker’s husbands hating you. I’m taking this as you being…

You talk about your coworker’s husbands hating you. I’m taking this as you being generally charming and attractive (or maybe you got incredibly lucky and chanced upon a den of very good girls). Do you have any advice for being like that? Generally charming? Hated by spouses?

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Hm.

  1. The hubbies did indeed despise me, but as I said, it wasn’t entirely because of me. Their wives were all 10-20 years older than me, and would go home at night talking about something I said or did that day… or worse, make a point of calling me “about work” in front of their husbands, usually right after a fight. If my co-workers had kept their mouths shut, their men wouldn’t have had a problem with me.
  2. Well, most of them. Some of them were wholly entitled to their resentment. I only fucked one of the wives, but there was plenty of groping and crotch-grinding and general inappropriateness going on.
  3. I was charming, I suppose, but not necessarily in ways anyone would want to emulate. I was a self-deprecating virgin, for example, while they were mostly married moms. And while, yes, I was an unquestionably horny, hetero kid, it was easy to see me as “just one of the girls”… they didn’t feel like they had to censor their conversations about womanstuff around me. I threaded a very weird needle to win their trust.
  4. I was not attractive. I suppose I wasn’t ugly, but there was nothing hot about me.
  5. I’m sure luck was a factor. But I’d say it was a collection of very normal, late-80s/early-90s women, all of whom I treated like individuals. Some of them were married and devoted… they liked to laugh at my jokes and watch my antics, but they didn’t want anything more. I respected that. Some of them were married but frustrated, so I flirted and offered and took “no” for an answer. Some of them were married to a loser they’d grown to despise, and they got what they needed to remind themselves that there was more to life than misery. None of them ever hesitated to be alone in a room with me, because they all knew their comfort was important to me.
  6. As for general advice…? Respect them and their particular lives. Be satisfied with whatever they offer… first because it’s the decent thing to do, second because other women are watching to see how gracefully you accept every embrace and rejection. Recognize that intimacy is more than friction, and has its own value… never make a woman feel like she’s wasted your time with non-sexual vulnerability. Touch the ones who want to be touched, and don’t touch the rest. Remember that your jokes aren’t jokes if the audience feels ignored rather than included. Learn to apologize like a grown-up. And when they give you the green light, hit the fucking gas.

I want to lose weight. I’m not big, but a little chubby and soft.…

I want to lose weight. I’m not big, but a little chubby and soft. My Daddy has agreed to help by instructing me to do work outs and will occasionally ask about what I’ve eaten throughout the day to help me the reasonable calorie deficit I am maintaining until I reach my goal. But I occasionally lose motivation and I think it would help if he wasn’t so nice about it. I sort of just wish he would just call me fat and point out more attractive, skinny women and tell me that’s what I should look like. I wish he’d take away food sometimes or be more controlling and I told him this, kind of. He looked at me like I was insane and said he couldn’t. Is it that unusual for a woman to want a man to control that aspect of her life? He thinks what I’m asking for is abuse and now he wants to back off helping me lose weight all together because it has taken me to “an unhealthy place”. Do you control the diets of any of your girls? Would you do this for them if they asked for your help in this way?

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Let’s start with the middle question and work our way from there.

RE: “Is it that unusual for a woman to want…”

No, it isn’t. I mean, okay, in the broadest sense, of course it’s unusual… it’s downright weird. But among the kind of women who frequent this neighborhood, it’s pretty common.

Commonality itself doesn’t mean much, of course… but you’re not a freakish outlier.

RE: “…and said he couldn’t.”

There are two things to take away from this statement.

First, that his feelings should be respected. When you ask for something like that, you’re not just exposing your own psychic underbelly… you’re making an implicit assertion about the kind of man you believe him to be. If he associates body-shaming or food control with abuse, then asking for those behaviors means you think he’s capable of being abusive. Worse, you think he could get hard over it. When heard with anything less than an extremely patient ear, the request itself can feel like an insult. I know it was hard to ask —and even harder to be rejected— but he has an inner life, too.

So when the subject next arises, make it abundantly clear that you asked him because you trust his intentions for your mind and body, not because he’s an untrustworthy man.

Second, while he’s entitled to his initial reaction, you should expect more thoughtfulness and fewer incredulous looks in future conversations. Once you’ve helped him get over the perceived slight, he needs to see how vulnerable you had to be address the subject, and how meaningful that vulnerability was to you. It won’t help either of you if he slides into defensiveness.

RE: “…taken me to an unhealthy place.”

Here’s the question to ask yourself: is he right? Are these new, uncharacteristic ideas for you, or old neuroses on a new leash? Has his minor intervention been a gateway to something bigger, or was something bigger what you wanted all along?

He seems like a decent guy, so he feels responsible here. And if he’s driven you to something he considers bad, he’s going to feel shitty about himself, and become eager to reverse course. Again, correct what you’re saying about him before defending what you’re saying about yourself.

RE: “…I told him this, kind of.”

That’s a big, fat “kind of” you’ve got there. And given the result, I can understand why he only received the “kind of” treatment. Your reticence was prophetic.

But here’s the thing… if you knew he wasn’t ready to take all of you, why’d you feel compelled to water down your truth rather than build up his empathy? Helping your man to better understand you doesn’t make you less of a submissive, it makes him a greater dominant. Always opt to elevate him before tearing yourself down… leave the emotional wrecking balls to him.

Explain yourself, and allow yourself to be understood.

But I’m also gonna tell you right now, unless you are a remarkably self-aware and extraordinarily articulate person, all attempts to smooth away the jagged edges of your desires will probably create as much confusion for him as safety for you. You’ll almost certainly express things you didn’t intend to express —see above— and leave him not with a curated understanding, but an incorrect one. Honestly, if you’re not very comfortable with half-truths, I’d say you should stick to spilling it all or keeping it to yourself.

(With that said, there’s only so long you can keep it to yourself. If it never feels safe to say, then it’s time to ask yourself other questions.)

RE: “the reasonable calorie deficit I’m maintaining”

Let’s put the verbal degradation component aside for a moment; is there anything on your wish-list that will be unreasonable? Are you asking him to push your limits ever-lower, or simply provide you with accountability for reasonable limits you struggle to meet? Are you looking to end up being bullied into two obsessive hours a day at the gym, or do you just want someone to say, “no, you’re not skipping two sessions in a row”?

In short, are you trying take what you have and make it worse… or make it better?

As for the body-shaming… I’ve pointed out before that you’re asking a lot there. If your guy’s a non-shitbag, then he long ago internalized that demonstrating sharp contempt for a partner’s appearance is a Very Bad Thing. You are essentially asking him to come inside your self-loathing and dig out a little hollow space for himself… taking that step will mean an enormous leap of faith on his part.

(And if it doesn’t, you’re with the wrong guy.)

RE: “…control the diets…”

I don’t micro-manage anyone’s day-to-day, but I have general dominion over all matters of body and soul… if I want them to eat, exercise, dress, move, piss, fuck, cum, or think differently, they do. And I help them come up with aspirational targets and rational expectations. Probably not the level of intervention you’re seeking, but more or less… yeah.

RE: “…would you…?”

I’ll do anything I think needs doing. They belong to me, so less than “whatever I want” is actually kind of irresponsible.

penises are lots and lots of fun to play with but are ugly to…

penises are lots and lots of fun to play with but are ugly to look at, its true. if only something could be done about that… i got nothing. your the smart man, whats your idea?

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I’m afraid I’m not smart enough to solve the riddle of cock… I feel penises are better left to the ministrations of those who don’t find them repulsively ridiculous.

I have a few questions about your girls and their interactions with one another,…

I have a few questions about your girls and their interactions with one another, If I may ask… are they allowed to visit each other without you? Fuck each other without you? Date one another, fall in love?

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In order:

  1. Sure. A couple of them have talked about moving in together, and dad-free visits will definitely happen.
  2. Given that I walked into the bedroom looking for a spare Lightning cable and instead found Blossom giving Piglet goodbye kisses between the legs, I’m gonna say… yeah, apparently. (I did whip out my phone and start recording, but that was the extent of my participation.)
  3. They can fall for one another as it suits them, as long as they remember that the love that truly matters is the love they bear for me.

You’re so rude and the thing that scares me the most is that I…

You’re so rude and the thing that scares me the most is that I like you so much. I wish I had you in my life… Another scary thing. (Sorry if I I made some mistakes but unfortunately English is not my native language)

As I said on the stream the other night, non-English speakers should never apologize to me for any struggles with the language. As someone who only bothered to learn a single language, I’m impressed by anyone who can successfully converse outside their mother tongue. You did fine.

Instead, you should apologize for being a nervous little cunt who is more scared of being herself than anything else in the world. Apologize for thinking I could ever be in your life… I am your life. Apologize for making me explain how your actual apology was so unnecessary.

There are just so many reasons for you to be sorry; don’t sell yourself short.