Category: Questions & Answers

hi. if there’s a hot older man in my life who is serious about my betterment, takes me on as his protégé, truly cares about me, and who i can tell is holding himself back from taking my holes by the last little thread of his own morals…

how do i get him to snap that thread?

If any of that other stuff matters to you… you don’t.

Consider for a moment that morality can be a pretty dumb basis for turning down a good fuck, but it can still be a pretty handy way to get at the truth without actually speaking the truth. You’d be surprised how often “I mustn’t, it would be wrong!” is really just code for “this is gonna change everything, and it’s gonna blow up in our faces, and we’re not even going to like one another anymore, and she’ll cry, and I’ll catch a DUI, but we can avoid all of it if I just mutter something about responsibility and power imbalances.”

He’s older. Trust that he knows what he wants. Let him make the call.

If he really wants to fuck you, not all the threads in the world can stop him.

do u talk with someone here from tumblr?

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…I see you’ve been asleep in class.

Yes, I talk with someone here from Tumblr. A lot of someones, in fact.

I also beat someones. Make ‘em bleed. Put my penis and/or semen in or on them.

Teach them and reach them.

I’m a big fan of someones.

i’m very happy! all it took was being in a relationship with a man that makes all the decisions. i feel like a *lot* of my friends would really enjoy this too, but it feels way too awkward to bring up. ya know, like. feminism and stuff. do you have any suggestions?

It’s not outlandish to think that a very submissive girl might have surrounded herself with a friend group that leans subby, but I’d be careful about assuming too many of them would be content in an arrangement similar to your own. There are a lot of steps in going from an activity to a lifestyle, and to most people, those steps look like a ton of work.

But if there’s one or two friends you truly think would benefit, I feel the best approach is to talk about how feminism isn’t a problem in need of a workaround. The world is positively overburdened by idiotic man-babies, and thus will always need feminism to protect itself from the maneuvers of mindless manhood.

That doesn’t mean that an individual woman can’t pick out an individual man and say, “This guy of my choosing is more than I am. This doesn’t lessen me; it elevates him. I’m cool, he’s cooler. I like that. It makes me happy to follow his lead.” You can believe passionately in freedom for all and still covet a cage for yourself.

Saddened me to hear on the livestream that this week/ time of the year are unkind for you. Sending love and well wishes from the UK ❤️

This has been… a very bad week. With the last twelve months comprising the worst year of my life. (Also the best. It’s complicated.)

And today is a white knuckle occasion… hopefully all will be well.

Thank you very much, from the armpit of the US. 🙂

Sometimes when I’m bored and alone I open up your blog just to see whether I’m going to giggle at how blatantly honest you are with people or wind up with my hand down my panties… both are pleasant outcomes and I love it.

Thanks for the giggles (and orgasms.)

-😘

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I firmly believe that one should make a girl laugh as often as she cries, and if possible, make her do the former during the latter. If I can manage to stimulate a bit of embarrassment along the way, even better.

A visual representation of my intended vibe:

And you’re welcome!

You mention that your girls have to be useful to you? In what ways are they useful or need to fit that criteria?

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Yes, I do mention it. Talent, skill, imagination, and a work ethic are all sexy… while I support an individual’s right to be kinky the way she wants to be kinky, I’m not personally interested in “useless” girls, or those who prioritize a simple life.

And my girls make themselves useful by fulfilling my needs, fueling my ambitions, and generally improving my life. They’re scientists, caregivers, artists, and meticulous organizers, and through either their unique efforts or the fruits thereof, each of them contributes to the shared goal of a smile on my face.

Im scared of how much of my heart feels like it already belongs to you. I feel like I dont have control over who is in possession and it’s scary. But as long as it’s you I don’t know if I want or need it back.

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Don’t be scared, sweetie.

I mean, no question, there’s plenty to be scared about… after all, my words on a screen and my voice in your ear are all it takes to steal your soul. If you somehow manage to find a place with me, your future will be one of surrender, sacrifice, and servitude. If you don’t, you’ve already ensured that your life will be spent yearning for traces of me in the frustrating touch and inane babble of every man who catches your weary attention.

But still… don’t be scared.

First, because at least you’ve managed to lose yourself to a man you can respect.

Second, even if your love is fruitless, it’s still a living thing I put inside you.

Third, because I said so.

Is there such a thing as owning too many girls? Will you ever stop collecting new ones?

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Numerous thoughts:

1. You ask this as if I choose their number… as if they don’t come to me in isolation, and in waves, and in seasons I cannot foresee. They are many, not because of my needs, but because of theirs.
2. If a girl is wrong for me —if she neither fits nor fathoms her place in my life— then even one is too many. If a girl is devoted to me —if she recognizes my happiness as the central purpose of her existence— then there can never be enough.
3. Ownership is a bigger, more complicated thing than most people imagine. Yes, I own the girls who kiss my hand, ride my cock, eat my cum, bleed for me, and give me their credit cards and house keys. I’ve claimed them. They are parts of my life. But I also own girls who don’t know my name, have never seen my face, and may never feel the touch my hand. Girls I barely know, who build shrines to me and make bibles from my thoughts. Girls who dedicate their lives to being the kind of cunt I might notice. I haven’t claimed them, but I am very much a part of their lives. They’re faithful not because I call them “mine”, but because I am the substance of their faith.
4. There are limits to my emotional bandwidth, limits on my time, limits of focus and necessity… I can’t be physically or emotionally present for everyone, in every needful moment. Those who are suited to life in my gravity well can appreciate both the toll it takes on me, and the challenges it creates… honestly, nothing makes me prouder than when one of the girls uses her fraction of my time to tell me that someone else needs me more than she does. (That’s serious Good Girl shit, right there, and does not go unnoticed.)
5. I’ll stop collecting them when parents stop making them, when the world stops twisting them, and when shitty men stop letting them down.
6. TL;DR: pretty much never.