Thank you for following–some of you since the beginning.
I don’t know what my plans are after this for lezdom on the internet, especially regarding findom which is not allowed on most other platforms. I know that I have loved this space and talking to you all throughout the years. I’m sad, and this sucks. For some of us this spot isn’t just about porn it’s about community and friendship over shared fetishes. That is the part I will miss the most. Hopefully we will find each other again.
You know what gets me about leverage? Every single villain is absolutely and utterly boring. And I mean that in the best way possible. No dark and mysterious sexy villains or misunderstood extremists who actually had the right idea maybe hmmm it’s complicated. NO. Just corrupt white guys (and sometimes non-white non men but 9 times out of 10 it’s an old white guy in a suit) being greedy, and greed and or overconfidence being their downfall. There are a few instances where the show grants some sympathy for the villain of the week who “can be a decent guy but currently kinda going through something and not realizing the damage they are causing but start doing better once they are confronted (pretty dramatically) about it, and also usually after most of the consequences of their actions have already started biting them in the butt big time” (Hurley, Molly’s dad).
But other then that? The show is committed to showing that all these evil things are happening due to greedy people with too much power, and most importantly, that’s not interesting. Those people are boring.
Even Moreau? Hyped up for an entire season, complicated dark past to one of the team members? Boring, greedy, overconfident dude. Gets taken down by his own overconfidence more than the “24 year old genius with a smartphone and a problem with authority”. Not once does the show try to spin him in a more compelling, intriguing light. We get “He prefers beer” and then like, two episodes of proof that Moreau didn’t pay much attention to Eliot after he left (and is in general not that smart of a dude but that’s a different post). Moreau was only “interesting” as far as Eliot’s character development was concerned but beyond that he had the depth of an origami clown.
Latimer and Dubenich? Same hype, same downfall. Same lack of depth.
Udall? Who I think is one of the only “ideological” villains in the show? Not for a second are his ideas entertained, instead they hint strongly that Vance (one of the “good guys”) is on pretty thin fucking ice as well for someone on the “”“opposite end”“” of that spectrum (I do not expect criticism of the US military/police state in US television at all, so I felt like that leeway was as good as it gets, lol).
I’m not saying villains in fiction shouldn’t be interesting or have a point or whatever, because that’s literally their narrative function. But I do appreciate how Leverage came to point out the problems at the tip of the system and went “these kinda guys exist irl, they have blood on their hands, and they are not sympathetic or compelling. They are just greedy and they suck.”
You may have thought my ways of teasing and denying you from afar were finite.
That was before I made you Facetime me while you were in one of your very important video conferences. One where you needed to look dapper, be switched on and contribute your valued opinion. One where you were required to focus and concentrate on the matter at hand. One where you couldn’t afford to let your mind wander, to be distracted.
In short, a perfect setting for me to demonstrate what tease and denial can mean.
And so I offered you a quick and silent FaceTime call to show you my freshly painted nails. How could you not? How could you ever turn that offer down? Of course you couldn’t. Of course you would accept the call, place your phone ever so carefully against the side of your laptop screen, and go about your work call.
Or would you?
For when the call opened and I smiled at you, were you really able to not look?
What were the odds of you concentrating on solving a professional problem when you saw my feet on your screen? When I showed you my toes, the ones you so love to lick, to suck, to smell and to taste? I saw exactly what was happening to you. I saw you part those beautiful slutty lips of yours, the ones I have seen do unimaginable things, in desire. Your eyes widened, darted away from the laptop, onto the phone screen. They pleaded with me to show you more in ways that didn’t need for words. As I moved ever so slightly in front of the camera, I granted you a glimpse of my body barely covered in a robe. And then covered in the thick and heavy want in your eyes, darting back and forth between screens.
So I smiled, placed my finger on my lips in a secret ob you and I share, and mouthed “Do you want to see more?”, lasciviously writhing in the sheets, as if that really was a question. As if what you just saw wasn’t enough on any day, let alone during a work call.
I know your face and I know your expressions. And I could tell then that your subtly raised eyebrows and the clenched jaw was your best effort at not losing your professional front. How does a man nod vigorously and say “yes please” without moving? You managed, it’s just one of your many talents.
“You’re in for a treat” I promised and got up, phone in hand. My robe open, revealing the curve of my breasts as I walked along the corridor, watching you talk to your client. I mustn’t distract you. Only I will! Keep on talking, my boy, keep on being the professional you are, while I placed the phone on the bathroom vanity, facing the shower. Keep negotiating terms, my boy, as I sensually traced the lines of my body with my dark red fingernails before letting the robe slip off my shoulders. As I stood naked before you and watched you stutter mid sentence.
There was no need for you to explain or show me what you were going through in that moment. I knew you were rock solid, twitching and dripping a mess onto your stomach. Watching your lips move, forming sentences full of professional jargon as opposed to the many versions of “fucking hell” that you would normally utter, I stepped into the shower and soaped my body, washed in all the places your tongue so eagerly licked. Were you concentrating, my boy? For the look on your face had since lost its polite professionalism.
Your eyes followed as the water jet rinsed my skin off the lather first, then was guided lower, to my most intimate of places. Keep listening to your client, boy! Don’t mind me pleasuring myself as the sounds of surprise and desire rolled over my tongue.
Frustration at how you cannot give me your utmost attention now plainly visible on your face, I made sure you got a good view of my hands moisturising my body. We both knew it should have been your hands. We both imagined they were. But while I was able to fully commit to this image, you were forced to let it slip away again and again as you answered queries on your call.
I can do better than that, boy. If you thought there and then this was the end of my tease, you were wrong. For then I placed my phone on the floor, to show you exactly what you would be seeing from the position you so naturally inhabit, when you so willingly give in to the magnetic pull of the floor beneath me.
And as you finally ended your work call, only to immediately sink onto your knees and give me all of your focus, I smiled and nodded and waved you goodbye, too, leaving you to your own devices. Denied once more.
You know now that teasing is way more than touching and that not being able to fall into the subspace of the moment is as much denial as not getting to orgasm.
Tending to @thinkthinkingandthought‘s favourite pair of Louboutins, ahead of meeting a Tumblr VIP this weekend. These shoes have done a lot of nights out and events, so they require a bit of extra care - I’m not complaining.
(this is incredibly hard to do with a puppy in the background)
After a delicious lunch and delightful conversation with the amazing @thinkthinkingandthought accompanied by her very own @straightestlines , I can confirm he did an outstanding job with her Louboutins. (Not just with them, but that’s by the by)
Thank you both for a fantastic afternoon, it was a pleasure to meet you and I am looking forward to the next time.
You both are truly a prime example that D/s relationships work long term and not just in the bedroom (or whichever room you prefer).
❤️ .
My brain is still completely fried from today. @thinkthinkingandthought and I met the absolute Goddess who is @marquiseoftease for lunch today and I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from the experience.
Holding the door open for them (and their dogs) as they sailed through without acknowledging me. Being in quiet butler mode, pouring drinks, as they got to know each other, having the pleasure of just sitting, and listening.
Eating my lunch that had gone completely cold, after I completed the small (but fairly excruciating) tasks they had set for me.
Sitting across the table as they both sized me up and assessed the best way to step on a boy, with me mute and compliant. Being more than a little intimidated by the power dressing on display. Blushing as my fiancée told our guest how she matched my collar with our dog’s.
Getting to be us, in front of another human who gets us.
But mostly - being reminded about the best part of being a male sub - that if you are lucky, you will spend time being enthralled by being in the presence of truly brilliant women, having the purpose of your existence confirmed in the most rewarding way possible. I am so lucky that there are women like this in the world and that I have a useful part to play in it. I can’t stop smiling.
(Getting to pay for it all.)
Thank you @thinkthinkingandthought for sharing your wisdom, experience and some naughty bits. I did enjoy the slight squirming @straightestlines wasn’t quite able to hide.
Thank you @straightestlines for a glimpse into what a service oriented submissive is/can be.
And with that, my #relationship-goals have once again been set higher.
Hey everyone! I put out a call for more people to follow and then sorta… uh… disappeared. Yay, Real Life! Between Work, immigration for The Spouse, and getting a New Venture off the ground, time has been EXTREMELY limited. There’s a few new posts in the work (that I swearare not related to The New Venture!) But, this one post is, to be 100% truthful, is a bit of a shameless plug of said New Venture. Glass Owl is the name - focusing on Tarot and a touch of philosophy, for the time-being; meditations, ASMR, and a few other things that I have to keep under wraps are in the works. So if any of y’all are interested, pop over to the new Facebookpage for a Like, and give Glass Owl’s Tumblrpage a follow! I promise I don’t bite…
The boy in this story asked me not to post his picture, name, or tumblr
The week of my birthday I had signed onto Grindr to find a cute Grecian visitor to the capital. He was here for only two days and since he hit me up on my birthday I opted for the day after and he agreed. As we were talking, he ended up finding me on recon which links to my blog and thus realized exactly who it was he was speaking to. He was very polite even from the start but he became positively abuzz once he knew it was me.
We chatted for a bit about kinks and exchanged pics. Happy with what I saw and heard we made arrangements for him to head over wed after his tour group. When he arrived and I opened the door, he was kneeling in the hallway with his head down. It made me smirk and I helped him to his feet and brought him inside. I gave him a welcoming hug and showed him to the bathroom. This boy was staying at an airbnb place and had not come prepared to clean out, so I provided him a fleet bottle and use of my facilities. I went into the other room to give my guest his privacy and after a short wait I got a message from him indicating he was cleaned and ready.
I came into the bathroom and stripped down. I reached in and started the shower to let the water warm. As soon as I did, I leaned in and we made out passionately with our hands exploring each other finally. Soon the water was ready and we both entered. Knowing he’d been out all-day walking around the capital it seemed wise we both rinse. I gave him a soaped-up loofah and stood there while he soaped my body head to toe. He took his time and got every inch of me and took the time to lovingly soap my cock. I returned the favor shortly thereafter soaping him up head to toe.
After we toweled off, I took him into the bedroom and set up a space for flogging. This boy had never submitted for flogging before but having been aware of my work with Papa Tony he wanted to try it out at my hands. Despite him wanting to try flogging he was still quite nervous even while we went through all of the safety info I give out when I start a session. I stood my boy up against the wall and had him spread his arms wide and assume the position. As we went through calibration, I watched his hands carefully. This boy was no only intent on going through with this, he might also be trying to impress me and I wanted to make sure he wasn’t white knuckling through this. To my relief he was fairly relaxed. I did calibration slowly because I wanted him to get comfortable and embrace the fact that flogging isn’t a quarter as bad as people expect it to be.
Once calibration was complete, we started off on the flogging. I made sure to vary the speed and power between a 1 and 4 occasionally sprinkling in the harder bits to surprise and add variety. As time went on I transitioned between a variety of forms and then made him aware I was going to do a two handed technique I’m so proud of. “You’re going to feel like a porn star!” I chuckled. When I went into two handed flogging, I again was watching his hands and body language for undo stress. I upped the power level to a 3 – 5 and the speed fluctuated upwards but still would go into lazier patterns too. I was already thinking ahead to what would come immediately after the flogging and I knew I wanted his shoulder blades to be nice and red for his souvenir. Unfortunately for me, either this boy’s physiology doesn’t take to a nice cherry red that some boys can get to or the very distinct tan to his upper body downplayed the reddening. Since this was his first time, I decided I couldn’t go longer or harder as he was starting to wear out and stopped the session. At the end of the session a friend he was travelling with had been nervously texting him so I gave him a moment to reassure her that all was well. It’s always wise to make sure someone knows where you are.
“Get on the floor, lie on your belly, and wait here for my return.” I instructed. I went into a closet and fetched my big leather boots (size 13 wide for the foot lovers) and when I came back, I had him unlock his phone. I learned from Papa Tony that you can use leather boots to create a boot print in a reddened area that last… maybe three seconds or so? Time the photography right and you can give a sub a really nice souvenir photo he can show off on his profiles. We worked at it a bit to do just that. His skin just wasn’t reddened enough to make the picture easy to take but after several tries, I did get a shot I was happy with.
With the shot out of the way he stood up and I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him to make out. We chatted for a short time about European politics and Alexander the Great (I have a poster for an exhibit on Alexander hanging above my bed). From there I pulled out my toy box and showed him a great many of the toys that I had, most of which he hadn’t played with before. I ran a pinwheel across his skin and he found the light sensation quite pleasant but not overly arousing. The same could be said for the violet wand I brought out next. As fascinating as it is to see the lightning bolts move across his skin like a thunderstorm, he held no erotic fascination with that either. I pulled out paddles and we took a number of experimental hits but he found that he far enjoyed the flogs to the paddles. Paddles are too stingy in their pain for his tender ass.
Having experimented with a variety of toys and providing experience with every kink I have an interest in. I brought out he rope and showed him my selection of rope. In the end we selected the hemp and bound his hands and spun that into a hogtie. I lubed up his hole and we fucked. I went slow at first but ended with far more powerful strokes. By the time it was all said and done his legs had started to wear out from being forced to hold the position the hogtie left him in. Looking at the clock he’d been here for about 2.5 hours. I spent a little time giving him aftercare and had to send him home so we could get to bed.
Now after this was all said and done, he was kind enough to send me some praise the following day I’d like to include here.
The following week I got a box in the mail I wasn’t expecting. A bit of lube and a brand new flog! I wanted to show off the gifts from such a thoughtful sub!
