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You were inside of me. I could feel the mood shift, but I didn't know right away what it meant.
"Is this my hole?" Your fingers traced my lip, and when I opened my mouth, rested on my tongue.
"Yeth Thir" I spoke around your finger
"Then why did you kiss him?" Your hand left my mouth, then quickly slapped across my cheek. "Did you have my permission?"
"No" I murmered, rocked by the enormity of my error. We've changed some boundaries since the last time I wanted to kiss him, and I acted impulsively. I failed to anticipate your wishes for how I maintain your property.
"If you use my property without permission you should apologize."
"I'm sorry, Sir" I wail, apologizing for failing to plan ahead and putting you in this position. "I'm sorry" for misusing your property. "I'm sorry" for putting you in a position where you have to correct me. "I'm sorry" for sullying your hole with him. "I'm sorry" for making you correct me during what should have been your relaxation time. "I'm sorry" because my body has moved on without me, and I tried to stop cumming but you keep using my hole and it feels so good I can't stop, no matter how hard I try. I sob into your shoulder and know simultaneously that this is the reaction you wanted, but I also feel like it's an inconvenience to listen to my sobs. I try to quiet down, try to lose myself in the rhythm of your body in mine and not be quite so loud.
After I hear your groan of satisfaction I hear you quietly say "very good, little rabbit. You did well, I'm so pleased with you."
There's nothing quite so reassuring as being able to ask your God if you're still worthy of worshipping him and getting a response in real time. Also it made me a bit wet.
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Safe words!
We’re talking safewords words today kiddos. In my opinion, they are one of the most important aspects in this community next to communication but they also go hand in hand. A safeword is a word used during a scene or 24/7 sub/dom (and the nsfw side of cg/l) dynamic. It needs to be something you would never accidentally say while in the moment or just in everyday life.
Common Safe words-
* green for go
* Yellow for slow down or need a break
* Red for stop immediately
I refer to this as coloring out and I’ve seen the term used a lot in the community. I believe that while doing an intense scene or pushing your subs limits you should check on them throughout by asking their color.
Other Safeword suggestions
* pineapple
* Unicorn
* Dragon
* Freeze
* Mango
* Phone number (from a book. It’s actually sad)
* Ladybug
* Apple
* Drop
The list could go on and on and on. It just has to be a random word that will get your doms attention quickly. Doms who do not listen to safe words are to be avoided at all costs. This is very bad and very dangerous for the submissive, safewords are there to protect you. Not to be taken lightly.
Those are verbal safewords, if the sub can not speak for this or that reason then there are still ways to give them the ability to safeword.
* hold a ball in your hand. Drop it to safeword.
* A small metal bar, drop to safeword
* Tap a designated spot on your body
* Clap( if possible)
* If not, shake your hands(like jazz hands)
* A button strapped to the subs palm, press it so it makes an alerting noise
These can also go on and on. It is really just what works for you and what will get your doms attention efficiently.
A fair amount of new subs or subs with a new dominant do not like to safeword because they feel it makes them look weak, this is absolutely not the case. Safewords are always appropriate whenever they are needed! Do not force yourself to do something you are not comfortable with to please anyone! They are meant to keep you safe, comfortable, and happy.
That’s all for today. Be good, be safe, and have fun!
Subdrop
For the multi-roll labeling purpose today I’m going to refer to it as Drop. Drop happens usually after an intense scene but can also happen after any scene if it was particularly pleasurable and draining. Drop is the result of your brain releasing “happy chemicals” and adrenaline in large doses during a scene and then your body and mental state going through a withdrawal essentially because they are not coming in at such high doses after the scene has ended. For subs it usually happens within a day or two of the scene. However, for doms it could be several days before it kicks in and really hits you. It’s especially bad for subs and doms with anxiety or self doubt. I will be covering both subdrop and domdrop today because they are both very real and could potentially be very dangerous.
Subdrop-
Subdrop tends to happen a day or two after a scene. It does not always happen but those no real way to guarantee it won’t happen so it’s good to keep an eye out for it any time. There are a lot of different ways it can show up. Let’s talk about the physical things first
- It can show up as feeling like a hangover
- like you stayed up too late (even if you got more than enough sleep)
- you could wake up feeling just off
- Drop can be associated with feelings of loneliness, mental and physical exhaustion, confusion, insecurity, tremors and many other physical symptoms.
Not so random fact: pain can make you tired. You’re going to feel it and it’s going to wear your energy down, and your body is going to be short on chemicals to give you a boost. This can make you crash and suddenly become exhausted, and being tired can make you emotional.
Honestly, the emotional side is the more dangerous half. Emotions can wreak havoc on our logic,you could be great one minute like normal, then suddenly you’re completely out of it and it can be mental torture.
- you could feel abandoned
- Depression(especially if you already have it on a daily basis)
- Even feeling unloved is common during subdrop.
Subdrop can not be prevented or avoided entirely. You can try but there’s no sure fire way to do so. Here’s how to help subdrop:
- If you can get to your dom and they can help you calm down and reassure you with cuddles and words that works fairly well for most people.
- COMMUNICATION( I really can not say that enough) Text or call your Dom as soon as possible.
- if you can’t get a hold of them, you need to stop and evaluate.
- Remind yourself that sub drop is normal
- remind yourself of what happened during and after the session.
- There should have been some type of aftercare, go back to that moment and stay there.
- Remember how loved you felt, hold on to the fact that your dom cares for you.
- Take your self to a happy place with happy and positive thoughts
If you’re feeling a little emotional, think of what makes you feel better when you’re sick (because you kind of are). A warm blanket, a bubble bath, candy, a favorite drink, music, etc. If you are someone who likes to journal, keep a notebook with you to write out how you feel to get the words out and down, this might also help you clear your head before you talk to your Dom.
Okay I know I was supposed to have this up a while ago but I had several things come up. I just recently got a new job and that’s been taking up a lot more of my free time which was sparse enough since I try to meet with my friends often. As you can see this only covers subdrop. I’m not confident in the level of research I’ve been able to do on domdrop and don’t want to give vague or incorrect information to you guys. I’ll try to get it done soon but no promises. I will also be at daughters of the moon which is a Wiccan event this weekend so contact and any sort of posting will be delayed until at least Monday. As always be good, stay safe, and have fun!
Hey guys. I had to go on a bit of a hiatus to fix a few things in my life and help a few friends get through some things. I hope to be posting again soon but I am currently on a road trip and I have a convention after that and then I’m moving for college so I’ve got a lot to do between now and mid July but after that I should be back to our regularly scheduled program. Still feel free to message me or send me asks, I really do love answering those, and I will be active as much as possible besides full on posting. This is caregiver signing out, be good, stay safe, and have fun!
Just found it funny that this is casual conversation for me and my friends. I’ve also been called “The Mom That Gives”. Being the mom friend is so nice. Anyways I’m all settled into the new place for the most part. I should be back to posting soon but I’m also still looking for a job so when that happens I might have to slow down a bit. I’ve seen a few people saying their ask box isn’t working so if you’ve sent me an ask or a message and haven’t gotten any sort of reply then please contact me on my kik: Freshie_Fangirl or my Snapchat by the same name. That’s all for now, be good, be safe, and have fun!
He watched her in the dim light of the club. She was surrounded by sycophants who wanted access to her, to her money. She could barely contain her disdain and revulsion. It radiated off of her, a living thing.
Men sent her drinks. She feigned a flirtatious wave and passed the drinks and the men along to the women around her. The scene left her cold. It had, since she was little. But she kept up appearances.
Being irrelevant was worse, maybe. The only thrill she felt was the made up bullshit in the tabloids. She went home alone, mostly sober, every night.
She was intriguing to him. When she got up to dance, he moved next to her. His own aura was menacing enough, he glowered down any potential suitors. She turned, and he caught her in his arms. Her mouth opened to protest, and her used a single finger to raise her chin and close her mouth, then shook his head and waved a finger. "Shhh. Dance."
She scowled. Nobody told her what to do. Ever. But he was divine as a partner on the floor. She'd never been lead so...expertly. It was almost mesmerizing. When the song ended, he leaned in and whispered, "Again, dearie?"
Her hand went up, and he caught her by the wrist, tutting at her. He brought the offending limb to his nose, breathed deep, then dropped the wrist to his mouth and swirled his tongue over the tender flesh.
Yanking her hand back, she stormed back to her court, casting black glances across the room, but he disappeared into the crowds.
This happened maybe once a month for awhile, then more frequently. She was almost becoming fond of the rage he inspired as much as she hated herself for how she loved how commanding he was when they danced.
Then one day, he followed her into the bathroom when she went to fix her makeup. He was done waiting. The door slapped open.
She looked up, mouth suprised, fresh laquer over her lips, red as blood. Two other girls glanced at the duo and scurried out. As he advanced on her, she cast about, looking for exits. She settled on the nearest stall and dove in, but he was faster, slamming the door after them and locking them in, while simultaneously trapping her against the wall, face first.
"Wh...wha..." She stammered, cheek against the tile, lipstick smearing.
"Shut. Up." He ordered. "If I wanted to hear a spoiled brat talk, I'd go to the bar."
She squeaked, body trembling in righteous indignation.
He pressed against her from behind, hands smoothing down over her shoulders, rib cage, waist, hips. His fingers curled against her slowly and pulled her ass towards him and she felt her body complying, as if it knew it always would. "Oh god." She softly whimpered.
He chuckled. "That I might be." One hand trapped her hips against him as he ground sinuously, while the other snaked up her side, under her top, over her bra. The fabric was flimsy, and her nipples were already straining.
"For all your protestations, your body tells me something different, brat."
"I'm not a brat." She whispered. Her eyes were closed, entire body trembling.
"Didn't I already tell you to shut up?" The hand at her hip slid over the waist band of her skirt, into her panties, and down between her legs. She was soaking. He toyed with her for long minutes, swirling his fingers through the juices in her cleft, while the other stroked and pulled at her nipples. Finally, he leaned in and murmured, "I'm going to take you home, brat." She nodded. "Speak up?"
"Please?" She panted, shuddering. He released her slowly, spinning her to face him, "That's a good girl." Taking her by the chin, he held her gaze. "A very good girl. Come now." She looked a mess, but she also looked, for the first time ever, pleased.
He guided her back to the vanity and took a tissue to her mussed face, his movements deliberate and gentle. She wasn't surprised; some part of her expected it, knew from how he spun her out and drew her back on the dance floor that there could be an undercurrent of tenderness. She took his hand in hers, turning the palm up, and placed it to her lips, kissing his skin.
He smiled faintly, tossing the tissue away, stroking her hair with his free hand. "An apology? Unusual. I accept."
"It wasn't..." she started to protest, before casting her eyes upwards, glancing into his. She was thunderstruck.
"You're a demon." She whispered.
"Nothing so common." He scoffed, waving a hand, before taking her elbow. "Come, my brat."
"Yes." She said, mouth dry. He’d never used a single power on her.
He led her through the kitchens. She was rich; she exited this way constantly. Her limo was parked out back, anyhow.
The driver raised a single brow, which lowered under His gaze. She just shrugged. "Take us home." The driver seemed about to argue, when she gave him a look, "Home, Rhys. It's not a debate." He stiffened and opened the door for the couple, shutting it politely once they were within, and pulling away from the curb moments later.
In the back, he pulled her to his side. She resisted for a fraction of a second and he shot her a warning look. Interpreting it immediately, she nestled against him, shivering. He could sense her blood pounding through her veins, roaring in her ears.
"Are you frightened, brat?" He leaned down and breathed against her ear, before allowing his tongue to trace the outline.
She whimpered softly, hands clasping the hand of the arm he had around her shoulders, before she found her rebellion, and whispered, "I have a name."
"Eulalia Chara Kazantzakis. Yes. Heir to the fortune. The only remaining heir. Your brother lost his life in a duel, your parents in a car crash. You're alone in the world. You go by Lollie. I'm going to call you Brat...in private. But among others, Eulalia. Your name is beautiful."
Her eyes fluttered closed. "Yes."
He nuzzled against her hair, lips pressed to her ear, murmuring, "Or shall I call you Eulalia in private, when you've behaved?"
Gooseflesh erupted over her skin, and she nodded, trembling.
"Yes." He breathed. "You'd like me to acknowledge you more as just my brat. More than just..." He paused, and smiled, growling the word, "Mine."
She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, pressing her knees together. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Her fingernails bit into his flesh, she was holding his hand so tightly.
"When was the last time you ever felt this exhilarated, Eulalia?" He asked softly, shaking her hands from his, then drawing his hand in, to her throat, stroking the flesh there. Her hands descended to her knees, clenched into fists.
"Well?" He queried. Her response was a full body shudder, and he deliberately, slowly, grasped her windpipe. "That's not an answer, brat." He drew her chin back, tipping her head so he could look down into her eyes.
"When?"
She shook her head, eyes opening, clear, feckless. "Never."