MANUFACTURER: RAZER MODEL: HUNTSMAN PRODUCT GIVEN BY: RAZER
We convey you a brand new assessment of a RAZER peripheral specifically HUNTSMAN, a Gamer keyboard with optomechanical switches that may delight all Players. It additionally has its spectacular RGB CRHOMA lighting which seems to be great on our desk, being the right complement once we play in our darkish room. Undoubtedly a keyboard that may certainly depart us with an excellent style in our mouth, so we don’t roll up anymore and we go together with the analysis of RAZER’s HUNTSMAN.
CHARACTERISTICS
SPECIFICATIONS
RAZER HUNTSMAN
New Razer optomechanical switches: mild and tactile.
Key stabilizer bar for exact and balanced operation.
Local hybrid memory and storage in the cloud.
Up to 100 million pulsations.
Razer Chroma ™ backlight.
Razer optomechanical switches with a driving drive of 45G.
Useful life of 100 million pulsations.
Chroma backlight with 16.8 million customizable shade choices.
Integrated hybrid storage with capacity for as much as five profiles.
Suitable with Razer Synapse three Absolutely programmable keys with simultaneous recording of macros.
Multi-touch recognition of up to 10 keys concurrently.
Choice of recreation mode.
Braided fiber cable.
Probe price of 1000Hz.
Matte aluminum plate.
UNBOXING
The RAZER HUNTSMAN is introduced in a cardboard box with the standard design provided by the producer in each of its products, ie a putting packaging filled with pictures and knowledge all over the place and as a curiosity, features a small window by way of from which we will know the contact of their keys, since we will press them, something actually fascinating to test them without having to take away the keyboard from its packaging. It also consists of details about its spectacular Chroma lighting and its opto-mechanical switches that the keyboard incorporates and which we’ll speak about under. On the again, its traits are proven in additional detail in a number of languages, including Spanish. Once opened its packaging the keyboard is displayed on a tray and coated with a transparent plastic, all with a superb presentation and really careful. Accessories embrace: consumer guides, informational pamphlet and two stickers with the Razer emblem. We don’t embrace any sort of CD / DVD with drivers, so we should download them from the Razer website. The RAZER HUNTSMAN is a mechanical keyboard cataloged as full format Gaming that features a numeric pad. It has dimensions of 48.four x 23.2 x 5.eight cm and a weight of 862 grams. RAZER’s HUNTSMAN consists of the progressive opto-mechanical switches which might be based mostly on an optical sensor inside the physique of the change and that when the secret’s pressed, the optical signal prompts the command, thus allowing to increase the velocity of activation of the pulsation. They are designed by the producer and specifically designed for Players users in search of a superb response to the pulsation and an incredible touch, all with an software drive of 45g. The keyboard is made from quality plastic with gummy coating very pleasant to the touch, all with a strong development and meeting, as we’ve got accustomed the producer in each one among its products.
The version we’re analyzing at this second has format “Spanish (ES), QWERTY”, so it has our beloved “ñ” key. On the again of the keyboard, along with the product label, it consists of six generous rubber surfers and two folding lifting legs in two heights on the prime, thus allowing the height of the keyboard to be adjusted to our liking. The RAZER HUNTSMAN features a collection of double-function keys that may be activated in combination with the “Fn” key. From “F1 to F3” we will control the quantity, from “F5 to F7” multimedia playback, with “F9” we’ll activate the macros mode, with “F10” we will activate the “Gaming Mode”, by way of “F11 to F12” we’ll control the lighting intensity of the keyboard and eventually by means of the “pause / break” key we will droop our PC. The included cable has an approximate size of 2 meters, the same braid with a black nylon mesh additionally having a superb thickness and adaptability, counting on its finish a USB 2.0 connector. Does not embrace palm rest so we’d like this additional we should go to the ELITE model of the RAZER HUNTSMAN.
As we will in this collection of photographs, the HUNTSMAN has an amazing minimalist design all with wonderful development and assembly. In detail we’ve the new Razer optomechanical switches which take pleasure in an additional sensitivity and nice touch, thus permitting us to enhance our gaming expertise. In its upper left part of the keyboard, simply above the arrow keys consists of totally different standing LEDs for the totally different features. As different options more exceptional to these already mentioned above, we will highlight its CHROMA Led lighting of 16.8 million absolutely customizable colours, the durability of its mechanical switches with a lifetime of more than 100 million pulsations, anti-ghosting know-how by means of which we will press up to 10 keys concurrently, system 1000Hz Ultrapolling and local hybrid memory and storage within the cloud. We additionally highlight the stabilizer bar with its specifically designed switches for a exact and balanced drive. Next we’re going to check RAZER’s HUNTSMAN in our check bench.
TESTS
To test the RAZER HUNTSMAN and the way might it’s in any other case we have now installed SYNAPSE software program from the company itself. This software is in good Castilian being the same very straightforward to make use of. Among the options that we will configure are the task features to every key, creating even profiles. In the lighting part we could have out there the totally different obtainable configuration options, with the ability to configure the lighting of each key individually and activate the totally different results out there. We will activate the game mode which is sort of helpful to keep away from pressing the “Windows” key by mistake, with the ability to also disable the mixture “Alt + Tab” and “Alt + F4”. In the “Macros” tab we will create totally different macros for our favorite games in a very simple means and with great prospects. As we’ve got seen, the Synapse is a strong and intuitive software that permits us to completely squeeze our Razer peripherals, all to configure them to our liking and in accordance with our needs at all times.
To test the RAZER HUNTSMAN we’ve got been utilizing it as the primary keyboard for hours enjoying video games of different genres where it has behaved exceptionally, all with a fast and exact click on each considered one of its keys, where the switches Razer optomechanics have worked completely. We should point out that the new switches behaved rather well, providing a really quick and nice contact, a hit on the part of Razer, a ten for them. Its anti-ghosting functionality has worked very properly because it lets you press numerous keys concurrently, which is prime in a mess of conditions. In office duties the RAZER HUNTSMAN has behaved exceptionally since it has offered a fast and precise typing, permitting us to obtain a big handful of pulsations that make us write a lot quicker than if we do it on a standard membrane keyboard. The difference course of to the Razer optomechanical switches has been instantaneous because the sensations are just like the traditional mechanical mechanisms that manufacturers often use in other fashions of keyboards. The noise produced by these switches we love despite being slightly noisier than others available on the market, but for lovers of mechanical keyboards is music to our ears. One thing that we have now missed is that it does not embrace wrist rest, a problem for us essential on a keyboard because otherwise we aren’t completely snug so if it had included a wrist relaxation collection would have been a complete success, however if it is true , that if we’d like one we should resort to the Elite version of the keyboard. The RGB lighting provided by this keyboard is spectacular with its 16.eight million customizable colors. Stated Razer Chroma lighting gives great uniformity and definition in each certainly one of its keys, offering a terrific facet to the entire. The intensity of the lighting at full energy doesn’t hassle at all, being good even once we are totally at midnight. By means of the totally different lighting modes we will customise our keyboard to go away its appearance to our liking. The choice of with the ability to configure the lighting of each key separately is an unimaginable choice since on this means and relying on the game or software that we are using at any time, the keys will mild up the selected shade. Briefly, nice sensations are transmitted by the keyboard, its optomechanical switches and its wonderful look which is offered by the RAZER HUNTSMAN.
CONCLUSIONS
RAZER HUNTSMAN
As soon as the RAZER HUNTSMAN assessment is accomplished, we will inform you that we’ve got a unbelievable gaming keyboard for many causes, amongst that are high quality development, design, wonderful response of their switches and a spectacular Chroma lighting. It’s no shock that RAZER’s peripherals are high quality products, as we’ve seen in numerous analyzes carried out in recent times. Its new optomechanical switches have left us with an excellent taste for its fast response, precision and beautiful contact. Its Chroma lighting is spectacular, a marvel for our eyes and as a consequence of its great customization options will delight probably the most demanding Players. We might have appreciated the inclusion of a wrist rest however we’d like one and we should always go to the Elite version of the keyboard so we’ve got the option. Briefly, the RAZER HUNTSMAN is a wonderful keyboard for public Gamer that wants a keyboard of great options.
“Drink five of those in the next ten minutes.” When Reaction Junkie pointed at my cup and ordered me to start having lots of water, I smiled. We were at the house party he was hosting for a bunch of kinky friends. I’d had a rough week, so I appreciated what I thought was Reaction Junkie engaging in the regular (and always enjoyable) bladder control and desperation that is part of our dynamic. I drank the water, and not long after, I felt the pressure building in my abdomen. I sat on the ground, and began rocking back and forth a little, attempting to distract myself from the feeling.
Reaction Junkie noticed my distress and started teasing me, “What’s wrong? Do you need to peeee?” I was a little embarrassed he was doing this in front of the party, even though I knew most of the people there fairly well. I pouted at him and said that of course I had to pee. He laughed, refused my request, and continued the teasing. At one point, he ordered me, “Go get a towel and one of your favorite shirts.” When I heard that, I realized this might not just be the normal bladder play I thought it was; he had something special in mind.
“Is he going to make me piss myself on the floor, in front of everyone?”, I thought. “No. He wouldn’t do that. Would he? Nah. It’d be too much of a mess. Right?” I refused his order to fetch the towel and shirt. Reaction Junkie gave me a look, and I managed to refuse again, but my will was weakening. He walked over to me, and I flinched, expecting to be hit for my disobedience. Instead, he started stepping on me, pressing down on my bladder. I was happy that he’d dropped the idea of making me get the towel and favorite shirt. Until he put more of his weight onto me, compressing my bladder further. I pleaded with him, “Please stop! I’m going to pee.”
Taking his foot off me, Reaction Junkie said, “Go sit on the toilet.” I was relieved for a moment until he added, “But don’t pee.” I whined, but got up and headed to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and waited. Reaction Junkie came in after a moment and told me I’d better not piss. I nodded and said, “I’m not.” He went back into the living room and I tried to distract myself from the need to pee. I was determined to be a good girl for him, especially since he’d left the bathroom door open, so if I started to pee, everyone would be able to hear.
When Reaction Junkie returned a minute later and saw me rocking back and forth, focusing on not pissing, he grinned, amused by my distress. “Do you think we should invite other people to come see?” he asked. My eyes opened wide in horror, and I shook my head and said, “No!” He smirked at me and said, “Don’t pretend like you don’t want this.” Turning towards the open door, he called out, “Who wants to see [LFB] piss herself?” I felt my face growing hot as a group of people gathered around the door. A few I knew fairly well, like The Unknown Quantity, Anderson Cooper, and Cute Thing (one of Reaction Junkie’s other partners). Two others, I didn’t know at all. And one of them, Pretty Girl, was a lovely woman who bought me a drink a couple happy hours ago, and who I’m shyly interested in.
As the group of partners, friends, and acquaintances looked on, Reaction Junkie began pressing on me, cruelly compressing my full bladder, all the while telling me not to piss and making comments to the crowd. I held strong, but it was increasingly difficult. All of a sudden, he punched my abdomen. It wasn’t the hardest I’ve been punched, but neither was it gentle. I managed not to piss, but only just. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes and my words. He reassured the crowd that even though it seemed like he was being mean to me, he was actually fulfilling a fantasy. I felt embarrassed to have this fantasy revealed. Then I saw something in his face that told me what was going to happen next. He was going to read from my tumblr post about the fantasy he was currently fulfilling.
I didn’t want the additional humiliation of having him read out my fantasy to the group. Not only would they know that he really was fulfilling a fantasy, that this was something I wanted to happen, I knew I’d be uncomfortable having my writing read aloud, and, of course, there was the fear that they would find my tumblr and I’d be entirely exposed as a disgusting, fucked up little bitch. Reaction Junkie took out his phone and I said, “No, don’t read it. You can’t!” He turned to face me, his expression making me cower. *SMACK* He slapped me hard across the face. “Did you just try to tell me what I can and can’t do?” he asked. Suitably chastened and feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, I shook my head and responded in a small voice, “No, dear.”
He pulled up my post and began reading, “”No, you may not use the bathroom.” He ignores my desperate pleas as the 5 bottles of water he made me drink before the party quickly catch up with me…” I looked at the floor as he read, embarrassed on multiple levels. Reaction Junkie noticed. “Look everyone in the eye,” he ordered. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to look up and see the faces staring back at me. Feeling humiliated, I complied with his instructions, making eye contact with each person in turn. My thoughts were racing as I searched their expressions for what they were thinking. I saw mostly amusement and interest, but that didn’t make me feel any better.
When Reaction Junkie got to a part of my fantasy where the character representing me speaks, he imitated me teasingly, “Please let me pee? It’s starting to hurt and I’m worried I’m going to wet myself.” These “cute” imitations are something that he and I have discussed repeatedly. He is not supposed to do them, and when he does, he gets punished. So, in the middle of him dominating, embarrassing, degrading, and humiliating me, I made him stop reading and lean his head down. I licked his face, which is something he finds very unpleasant and has been a common punishment for behavior such as this. “Sorry, sir.” he said in his little subby boy voice. The gathered crowed laughed and someone said, “Your dynamic is so hot.”
Of course, immediately after his punishment was over, Reaction Junkie continued reading. And I continued being uncomfortable. Now, instead of imitating me when he got to my parts of the dialogue, Reaction Junkie did something worse. He made me read my lines, all while continuing to look this crowd of friends, acquaintances, and near strangers in the eyes. He read the entire story, with me on the toilet next to him, squirming and uncomfortable for so many reasons. I had to pee, of course, but I was also turned on and embarrassed about what he was reading and that he was reading something I’d written to this group of people.
When he finally finished, reading out the last line of the fantasy, “Happy birthday, pisswhore,” I was looking down, almost distracted from the urge to piss. then he said, “I wonder if we could all fit in here. I wanted to make her piss in the tub.” I shook my head, not wanting the further humiliation of everyone filling the bathroom and watching me piss, with the added embarrassment of not being allowed to piss in the toilet like a person. The Unknown Quantity decided to chime in, “Yeah. I think we can all fit.” Reaction Junkie grinned and told me, “Sit on the edge of the tub.” I was reluctant, but didn’t want another slap or additional punishment, so I moved over to the bathtub.
The crowd filed in and someone shut the door. Now I was sitting on the rim of the tub, holding onto the sink to position myself to sit into it. And everyone was looking right at me. Reaction Junkie slid his hand between my legs and teased my cunt with his fingers. “Look how turned on she is, ” he said to the crowd. Turning back to me, he put his hand in my face, “You’re soaked. Smell this.” I obeyed, but looked down, thoroughly embarrassed and a little ashamed. Reaction Junkie said, “Look at everyone.” I did, my face growing hot as I looked at the people who now knew just how wet I was from the treatment I was receiving.
Reaction Junkie gave me another instruction, adding to my discomfort, “Spread your legs so everyone can see.” Slowly, reluctantly, I opened myself up. I felt vulnerable and exposed, and even half-closed them a few times. Each time, however, I spread them apart again when I saw Reaction Junkie’s face. He considered for a moment, and then asked, “Should I go get a vibrator?” I shook my head, actually upset. I didn’t think I’d be able to get off like this, or, if I could, I worried it would take so long that people would get bored. I wasn’t sure how I’d handle that in addition to the stress of the situation. He saw the expression on my face and recognized what I needed. “Nah, that will take too long,” he said. “Now piss.”
I started to try and let go, to start peeing in the tub. I kept my eyes focused on him alone, not wanting to look anyone else in the eye while I pissed in the tub. “Don’t look at me. Look at Pretty Girl,” Reaction Junkie said, ordering me to look the girl I like right in the eyes. The first time we’d hung out outside of happy hour, and she was about to see me piss myself. I looked at her, complying with his instructions. Reaction Junkie ordered me to pee again. I tried, but just couldn’t let go. “I don’t know. I can’t.” I said to him. “Oh, you better,” he responded, “You better piss yourself in front of all these people.”
I was worried about what people would thing, how they’d see me differently. Finally, the need to pee overcame my desire not to do so like this, in front of all these people. The piss streamed out of me, splashing into the tub as I emptied my bladder, a group of people watching my degradation and humiliation. Finally, the stream slowed to a trickle, then drops, and finally, it stopped. Reaction Junkie asked if I needed toilet paper. I said, “Yes, please.” When he handed it to me, I looked at it and said, “Not the one ply! Red!” making everyone laugh. Then I wiped, adding one final embarrassment to the day. Everyone filed out, leaving Reaction Junkie and I alone together. I was filled with a mix of emotions. Arousal, shame, amusement, embarrassment, gratitude, and, of course, happiness. How could I not be happy? Reaction Junkie had just literally made one of my fantasies come true.
I can’t wait to see what he’ll do for my actual birthday.
Last night on Skype, Reaction Junkie asked me how hard it is for me to carry on conversation when I have something in my holes. Thinking that he wanted me to fuck myself with a dildo while we talked, I thought back to all the times I’d Skyped with The Super Sadist and Marxman while fucking myself. I told him that having something in me wasn’t very distracting.
“Good,” he said. Then he asked, “How long can you wear a plug for? Can you wear a buttplug for eight hours?” I hemmed and hawed until he finally said, “Can. You. Wear. A. Plug. For. Eight. Hours?” “Yes, dear,” I responded, looking down. He smiled at me and informed me, “You’ll be wearing your plug for eight hours at work tomorrow.”
I was happy to do so, and said that it might even be helpful, since I’m seeing Legolas today and plan to be prepared for anal. Reaction Junkie thought for a moment and said, “Well, maybe you should have something in your cunt, too.” I wasn’t sure and said, “I don’t know if I have anything that will stay in.” “That depends how tight your underwear is, doesn’t it?” he responded. I agreed, and he informed me that I would keep my small dildo in my pussy during work, and when I leave for happy hour tonight, I’m to switch it to a larger one.
I smiled, despite knowing it could get uncomfortable. He hasn’t given me many, if any orders like this, that last for an extended time and provide a constant reminder of my place, and I really enjoy them. I lovelovelove our switchy dynamic, and wouldn’t change it. However, it does lend itself to a reduction in the time I spend feeling properly subby, since I feel as though I could take control at any moment. Of course, realistically I know that he owns me, that he’s in charge, that he enjoys bottoming and the feel of submitting so he allows me to play at that role, but I don’t always feel that truth on a deeper level. Sometimes I miss falling into submission like I used to, that heady feeling of being controlled, the fuzzy warmth of being owned.
With this instruction, to have two of my holes filled all day, I can feel a bit of that old subby headspace coming back, especially as I write this. It’s intoxicating and makes me want to think more subby thoughts. I want to be obedient and fulfill the orders given to me. The large dildo may be uncomfortable, but I’m not going to ask for him to change his orders. I risk public humiliation if someone notices or if the dildo slips out. That doesn’t matter. I’m going to do what he told me to do. Because I don’t have a choice. When he says to do something, I do it. Property doesn’t get to refuse, doesn’t get to haggle or negotiate.
So, I’m going to sit all day at my desk, my cunt soaked from being filled. Not only from that, of course, I’m also wet from the knowledge that two of my holes are stuffed at the direction of my owner and that I’m willing to obey him at all times, even at work. And I’m happy to do it. I’m grateful that he is willing to spend the time and attention on me to give an order like this. I’m glad for the reminder of my real place as owned property.
I can pretend to be an independent person. Can say that I have my own job, my own apartment, my own life. But coming to work with a dildo in my cunt and a plug in my ass proves that in actuality, I’m an obedient, eager to please, desperate girl who craves giving up that independence in order to submit and be controlled. To give up ownership of myself to be owned by someone else.
I just dommed Reaction Junkie in a way that really worked for me. It’s not the first time I’ve tried, but the way it went this time was just…something entirely new and exciting and wonderful. I wasn’t intending for it to happen, but it just sort of did.
I assertively asked him to beat the shit out of me, thinking it would be a normal scene with him topping/domming.
Then I started saying things like “When are you going to start? Huh?” at the beginning of him hitting me. He beat me with his hands, his elbows, his feet, his knees. Slapping, punching, elbowing, kicking, kneeing. I groaned, moaned, and screamed.
When I’d had enough, I fought back and stopped him. I started hitting him, and he got subby. I was dominant and aggressive and we ended the scene with me straddling him and grinding against him and making out like crazy. He was subbing out and I was feeling in control, getting what I wanted. It was ridiculously hot. He said he loved the new energy I’d brought and I loved the entire thing, from the beating to the switch to the making out.
We all moved to Reaction Junkie’s room when his roommate came home. Cunt Destroyer accidentally left her phone in the living room, and she and I made Reaction Junkie go fetch it, even though his ankles and hands were still cuffed, making it difficult. A little while later, Cunt Destroyer’s partner arrived, and we all talked and oohed and awww-ed over the kitten. At one point during the conversation, Cunt Destroyer’s partner pulled a knife out of his pocket and started playing with it a bit, really just turning it around in his hands. It turned me on in a big way and I had a very difficult time not staring at him. There aren’t many things much sexier than a guy playing with knife. I need to ask some partners to pull knives on me and threaten me with them sometime soon.
One of the things that is equally, or possibly more, sexy happened while I was on the bed with Reaction Junkie, my head resting on his legs. I said something sassy and he moved one leg to the other side of my neck and started squeezing, choking me with his legs. It was super effective and I got fuzzy and calm. And turned on, of course. He did it a couple of times, and I really enjoyed it. There’s another thing I want more of and will definitely need to ask for.
While we were all hanging out in the bedroom, I found myself amused/turned on by being a lil’ bit dommy towards Reaction Junkie. When he would say something I didn’t like, found annoying, or was pretending to dislike or find annoying, I’d give him a nice, firm hair grab. He makes a lovely little sound, like a combination of a sigh, a gasp and a whimper. In addition, when I flipped the script from what he’d been doing earlier in the weekend and told him, “Kiss me,” he started responding, “Yes, sir.” Although it might have been a bit of a joke initially, I’m pretty fucking into it.
The Unknown Quantity showed up partway through the afternoon, which I was excited about. He’s a lot of fun, and I was happy to get a chance to spend more time getting to know him. I’d been feeling pretty gross most of the day, so I told Reaction Junkie that I wanted to take a shower. He told me that I had to get undressed there in his room, with everyone around, not in the shower. It didn’t bother me, since half the people there had already seen most of my body, but it did turn me on a bit to be made to strip in front of everyone. Both because of the exhibitionism, but also because everyone saw Reaction Junkie order me to do something. I like when my d/s-y dynamics are on display for everyone to see, especially when I’m being a good little cunt and obeying. I got naked, causing The Unknown Quantity to comment that he hadn’t expected this within five minutes of showing up, but that he probably should have. I giggled and headed to the shower.
When I got out of the shower, I dried off and went back into the bedroom. I lounged naked on the bed with The Unknown Quantity for a while. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for a little more play that weekend. And, well, LFB gets what LFB wants. In fact, I got more than I bargained for, with a bit of co-toppiness from The Unknown Quantity and Reaction Junkie.
While I was just innocently lying in bed, The Unknown Quantity started hurting my thighs. I was still sensitive from the day before, so I started squirming around. Reaction Junkie came over and helped, both by holding me down so that I couldn’t try to push The Unknown Quantity off or cover myself, and by getting me to behave, since I’ve got extra motivation to follow his instructions, given that he’s my owner.
Reaction Junkie had a “”“fun”“” idea and grabbed some buckyballs. For some reason, I was really freaked out by the idea of having the magnets used on me, and I got really whiny and started struggling more earnestly. Reaction Junkie had to use a voice with me, which was controlling and hot. “Put your hands on top of your head.” When I didn’t comply, The Unknown Quantity grabbed my thigh and dug in hard with his nails. I yelped and, shaking, placed my hands where I’d been told to place them. Reaction Junkie leaned over and put the buckyballs on my ear. I was relieved, since I thought he’d been going for the nipple, and I realized they didn’t hurt anywhere as much as I thought they would.
I was just relaxing into the slight feeling of pressure when Reaction Junkie moved to do my nipple. I started making noise and moving around more, and he had to use a voice with me again. He said, “[LFB], shut up.” and I got quiet. And turned on. I like being told to shut up like that, with that tone. He put the magnets on me, and it hurt less than I thought it would. He added more, increasing the pressure and the pain until he finally took them off, which made me wince.
I wasn’t done yet, though. The Unknown Quantity grabbed the kitten and put her on my thigh. Her little kitten claws dug into my bruised skin and hurt, but I had to stay still so I wouldn’t scare her or hurt her. I’d been using one of those head scratcher massager things earlier, and The Unknown Quantity grabbed it. He played with the kitten with it for a little while, and then started running it along my inner thigh. I tried not to move too much, as the thing scratched and poked. Finally, the kitten ran off to do something else, and I thought I might escape. To the contrary, The Unknown Quantity turned the head scratcher around and dug the pointy tip of the handle into my sensitive bruises. It hurt like fuck. He pushed it in hard, and it was all I could do not to cry out. He continued hurting me until it was time to head out to dinner.
When Reaction Junkie and I reached the party, he suggested we go up to a private room. I was a little unsure, but I decided to go along with it. We went upstairs and picked a room. Reaction Junkie unzipped his bag and began showing off his handcuffs. He’s a bit of a fan. (That’s an understatement. He almost always has like 5 or more sets of cuffs in his kink bag, even if he’s just going to happy hour. And of course, I have to carry the damn thing.) He showed me how to use a couple sets and I set to work putting them on him.
I secured his hands behind his back and cuffed his ankles together. Then I started hitting him a bit. Not very hard, but hard enough. As we played, we chatted. I don’t remember much of what was said, although I’m sure the regular conversation was intermixed with me saying condescending and/or insulting things to Reaction Junkie. I told him I wasn’t sure about having sex, but noted that, I really should since he is a man, after all. At the time, MLAM and I were playing with a fairly intense and all-encompassing context of fucking with my feminism/consensual misogyny, which meant I was supposed to offer myself to any and all men for their pleasure and entertainment.
I also informed Reaction Junkie that he couldn’t give me permission to get off, though, since he was choosing to let me dominate him, thus forfeiting the control over my orgasms he would otherwise have as a man. I enjoyed saying that to him, even if it meant I wasn’t going to get off. At his request, I uncuffed his hands and recuffed them in front of him. I straddled Reaction Junkie and started grinding against him. I continued messing with him, and I was really getting into it.
I told Reaction Junkie to say nice things about me, and he immediately started complimenting me. He said wonderful things about parts of my body, my personality, my intellect, etc. I loved it. I should make him do that sort of thing more often. I uncuffed his hands and he started using them on me. He’s got game in the “hand stuff” department, but I wasn’t quite getting there. I knew what I needed. I needed degradation, consensual misogyny, name-calling, and to feel subby. I felt a bit bad, but decided that it was best to just ask for what I wanted. I asked Reaction Junkie, “Would it ruin it for you if I asked you to say terrible things to me?” Without missing a beat, he slapped me across the face and said, “Shut up, whore.”*
I swooned. Reaction Junkie saw how positively I responded to his words and the slap. He took over and continued this treatment, degrading me and hurting me. I clearly remember thinking “What a clever boy” as he got a handle on the consensual misogyny quite quickly, calling me names, insulting women as a class, saying the kinds of terrible things that get me soaking wet. He hit me, hurt me, and choked me, treating me the way I crave being treated. His words and actions combined to put me in a lovely little subby headspace. When he started playing with my cunt again, I got into it, gasping and moaning. Reaction Junkie said, “Oh? Can I give you permission now?”, calling back to when I told him he couldn’t give me permission to orgasm because he hadn’t been taking his rightful place over me. He continued using his hands on me as I whimpered that of course he could give me permission. He continued rubbing my clit and fucking my cunt with his fingers, gave me permission, and managed to get me close to orgasm.**
By this point, I was both super turned on and super into Reaction Junkie. I said*** that we could have piv sex (whether by saying “Fuck me!” or asking more demurely, I can’t recall), and he took me up on that offer. I grabbed one of the condoms supplied by the space, gave it to Reaction Junkie, and he fucked me. Now, I had mentioned to him earlier that I was into forced impregnation/nonconsensual unprotected sex fantasies. Not one to let a chance to press someone’s buttons pass him by, after he came, Reaction Junkie leaned close and whispered into my ear, “Our baby is going to be beautiful.”
We chatted while we cleaned up the room, and then sat on a nearby couch for a while to cuddle and talk more. Eventually, we went off to do our own thing with other people at the party. Whenever we ran into each other, Reaction Junkie took a dominant attitude with the way he spoke and acted towards me. I had already been hoping to see more of him because of the fun we’d had the previous night, but seeing him in that new light made me even more eager to spend time with him. At one point, he even threatened to choke me out. Then, as I was leaving, I went over to him and was delighted when he grabbed my hair firmly to say goodbye. I smiled to myself as I walked to my car and drove home.
The next day, I texted him, “I had a great time last night! It hurts when I press on my sternum, which is the best. We should definitely hang out again sometime soon.” He responded, “I had a fantastic time too. Glad you enjoyed yourself. Let me know when you want to get together again soon.” “Soon” turned out to be the following Wednesday. And then again the very day I got back from my San Francisco/Colorado trip. We started to see each other most days out of the week. That became spending most nights together. Before I knew it, I had fallen for him, and he had fallen for me.
*Reaction Junkie likes to say this is when I fell in love with him. That’s not actually true. But it did flip a switch in the way I thought about him. I decided, “I need to spend a lot more time with this guy.”
**Reaction Junkie thinks I did get off, although my notes on the night say I got close. Either way, I know I was impressed with his hand stuff game.
***To be honest, I actually can’t remember who offered/suggested the piv sex. Either way, the important point is that I was more than ready to have him fuck me.
I’ve always wanted to do a couples costume with someone, and this year I get to do two!
For the parties tonight, I’m going to be a feminist and he’s going to be an MRA. I have to admit I find it hot when he acts like a pretentious, condescending, sexist douche. I’m looking forward to having our usual switching back and forth plus the added feminist vs. MRA dynamic.
For the parties tomorrow, I’m going to be a Catholic schoolgirl and he’s going to be a teacher. I’m eagerly and evilly anticipating acting like a high schooler and making him just a bit uncomfortable. And of course, retaliatory spankings.
This is going to be the best Halloween I’ve had in a good while. I’m so excited!
Around 10 on Friday (Friday, July 25, not last Friday) night, I got a text from Puppy telling me that he had an opportunity for a free spa day on Saturday and asked if I would like to join. I was tempted, but was thinking about how uncomfortable I would be not pissing for many hours and how that would ruin the whole point of the spa, I didn’t say yes right away. This boy is very observant and good at remembering, because the next thing he said was “I’d say if you can’t pee on our first date, we should get coffee tonight.”
It was late, but I wanted to enjoy the next day, so I decided to go. I hopped in the car and picked him up. We grabbed fries at a bar and talked while we ate them. We drove around for a while afterwards, and then got Oreos at Walgreen’s. I wasn’t too dommy during this date, since it was our first time hanging out one on one, it’s not my natural position, and I was fairly tired. I was condescending, though, and made him go back into the store and buy me something I’d forgotten. And then, when he’d eaten 2/3 of the cookies by the time we were at his house, I ordered him not to eat any more that night.
It was a fun little date and left me very excited for the next day.
“And none of that is even remotely true.” Reaction Junkie said this moments after whispering the final, devastating lines of the story into my ear. I sat there, letting the sadness sink in. Then I turned towards him and buried my head in his chest. I hadn’t cried while he was telling me the story, but now the tears started. I was getting into my head, thinking about how it would feel if he actually did that, imagining those emotions. He’d come incredibly close to some of my real fears and insecurities. In fact, he’d hit upon them. Being unwanted, unimportant, replaceable, second best. Having someone I care about pull away from me. Being left alone, with no social support network. Those are some of my biggest fears, the things that would destroy me most readily.
When I stopped crying enough to talk, I looked up at Reaction Junkie and said, “You’re so fucked up.” We both smiled and started talking about what he’d just done to me. I told him how close it was to my real anxieties and how it reminded me of things that had happened to me in the past. I wasn’t mad at him, exactly, but as we talked, I decided to take my upset feelings and use them against him. I put on what I’m sure was a half angry, half pouty face, and said, “Give me your shirt.” Without hesitating, he removed it and gave it to me. I put it on and then licked his face, which he hates. I was grinning now, and when he wiped off where I’d licked him, I told him not to. He told me I’d better cuff him if I was going to do that. I did so, and then held his hands down while I licked him. He struggled a bit, and managed to wipe his face on me. I grabbed his hair in response, and held his head still while I licked his face.
Eventually, I let him get up, and he wandered off, still cuffed. I went over to Mort and told her about what Reaction Junkie had done. She and I talked for a little while, and then parted ways. I figured I should go uncuff Reaction Junkie. When I found him, however, he was already out. I was entirely unsurprised. I joined in the conversation he was having. I mentioned to him that in addition to giving me the emotional bruises with his story, he should touch up the physical bruises he’d given me previously. I was, once again, literally asking for it. And I got it.
Reaction Junkie handcuffed me, brought me to the ground, and started hitting me. He focused his attention on my left thigh, where he’d beat me the day before. He hit me with his open hand, then his fist. He threw in a few elbows for good measure. I was on the floor, half curled up. Because of the cuffs, I couldn’t even do anything with my hands to help me endure the blows. “Please stop,” I whimpered. That had the expected effect of not causing him to stop. I tried to take more, but I was about at my limit. “Yellow!” He didn’t change what he was doing in the slightest. Then, quietly, “Red.” Reaction Junkie still didn’t stop.
No matter how many times he responds that way to my safewords, I’m always surprised, and I always have a moment of panic. That turns into uncertainty and fear, which combine with feeling pleased and excited to create a delicious rush. This time was no different. I didn’t want to say it too loudly, since people are supposed to stop at “red” in most playspaces. I told this to Reaction Junkie later and he laughed and said, “You could be shouting ‘RED!’ and no one would do a thing about it.” Because I’m his. I’m his property. And he can do whatever he wants to me.
Reaction Junkie did uncuff me, but afterwards, he just went back to hitting me again. I pushed away from him at one point, scooting back. Anderson Cooper came up behind me and I sat against him. At first, I used him to help me deal with the pain by squeezing his legs. Then, when I tried to to push back even more, he blocked me. I couldn’t get away as Reaction Junkie slammed his elbows into me. It hurt so much, so deeply. I just couldn’t take it anymore. In the moment between two impacts, I practically pounced on Reaction Junkie, hugging him tightly. The pain stopped, and the tears that I’d started crying during the beating started to slow.
I finally turned to Anderson Cooper and gave him a dirty look. He just grinned at me, having enjoyed his role in my distress. I kicked at him weakly, which he immediately reported to Reaction Junkie. Reaction Junkie said he’d help. Of course, he didn’t help me. As I lay on my side on the ground, he placed his heel on my bruised and sensitive outer left thigh. The pressure was bad enough, but then he kicked down, his heel slamming into my flesh. The pain went through me like a shock, and I curled up around Reaction Junkie’s feet. I stayed there, sobbing and shaking, until I was finally able to stand up.
Reaction Junkie hugged me and put his mouth next to my ear, “You’re mine. Body, mind, and soul.” He continued speaking low into my ear, reinforcing his ownership and reminding me that I belong to him forever. These words contradicted the awful story he’d told me earlier in the night. They turned me on, made my cunt clench. I shivered in response, and Anderson Cooper noticed my reaction. He told me, “I don’t know what he said to you, but I imagine it was fucked up and something only [Reaction Junkie] could think of.” I smiled and told him what Reaction Junkie had said to me earlier, about making me dependent on him and then withdrawing from me. Anderson Cooper looked over at Reaction Junkie and said, “That’s so fucked up…I kinda want to tie him down and pull out each of his chest hairs one by one.” Anderson Cooper is such a sweet guy.
The rest of the night was great as well. Reaction Junkie got on the pole and danced for a group of us, which resulted in laughter and clapping and glee from everyone. I got on the bed with Anderson Cooper and a group of friends and acquaintances. We all cuddled and talked, and people pressed on my bruises. After the party was over, a group of us went to IHOP and sat at a big table of fifteen plus people. It felt like a big family dinner. I was surrounded by fun and friends and affection.
The party went from social anxiety to minor jealousy to fun conversation to emotional anguish to physical pain, and all the way to feeling like I was part of something, a community. Like I fit. It was a wonderful night.
Remember, we got some information during the convention and we have a real chance to save the series by focusing on HULU and NETFLIX. Eliot is confident so we must be too!
hey switches, let’s get Motherland: Fort Salem to win the Tell-Tale TV awards for favorite cable/streaming sci-fi series! you can vote once everyday until this Sunday (5/29)! let’s do this!
1) You’re too generic (ex: “hi trance me, m sub”). Have at least a good idea of what to try/do before wanting a session! Otherwise, noone will care for you. And if you only care for being submissive, that’s also a good reason noone will trance you. They’ll be annoyed quite quickly.
2) You only listen to hypnofiles, and you believe you can’t be tranced. Hypnotists exist too, and they are able to understand you much better than a mere script where most of the time, it’s just badly written.
3) You’re acting too much of a whore, asking all the time for a session. WE’RE NOT YOUR slave and we aren’t actively doing hypnosis 24/7, we have a life, goddammit.
4) Stop writing you are “OUR” thing if you plan to write the exact same FUCKING thing somewhere else 3 minutes after the end of the session. Commercial bullshit should NEVER happen in such a small and fragile community! Also, you’ll be seen as an asshole, and it’ll be practically the worst error you’ll ever do in a hypnocommunity.
5) You’re only aiming for perfection, and you know you will never be able to find that, if you don’t want to be relaxed at least. Start progressively, so that WE can get to know you better. And most importantly, let yourself go, it should be a moment of coziness, not a fucking job hunt.
6) You lie in your gender. If you say you’re a girl just by thinking you’ll be able to be hypnotized easily, you break the #1 RULE of hypnosis. If you lie in that way, you’re an asshole, and we hypnotists don’t deserve wasting time for such people, because we know they can lie farther than that.
Only exception is if you’re a transgender. However, it’s not a trend, and if you haven’t started a specific phase, don’t call yourself that way. It doesn’t make sense. Otherwise, let me tell you I’m a girl transgender, I haven’t even started my transition, but call me a girl still so that I can have at least attention, okay?
7) You LIE on your trances. Sorry, saying it twice, but we prefer hearing the truth and know it didn’t work than hearing lies to only please the hypnotist. You won’t help anyone improving otherwise. And breaking the #1 RULE of hypnosis is just the worst thing to ever do.
8) You aren’t able to trust a hypnotist. They trust you, so why wouldn’t you trust them a minimum? If they talk to you, at least talk about what you both want to plan before making a session, so you can set things straight.
Granted, unnamed hypnotists can be a problem. But well, if you stop being on Omegle to find hypnotists, that can help. ;)
9) Hypnosis is fucking roleplay for you. In this case, you’re sadly a waste of time. No hypnotist wants to waste time for people PRETENDING to be hypnotized. They want to give the original feeling.
10) “I know I can’t be hypnotized” - Yet you never tried hypnosis. So give it a go instead of playing resistance. Resistance can be so easily broken, by the way.
11) “I don’t believe in hypnosis” - Ok, tell me, do you believe in influence? Psychology? How do you sleep? How do you relax? Did you know hypnosis is a natural state? If you answer “NO” to any of this, you have a serious problem, and should seek immediate help. Also, your eyes are now blinking manually. And the moment you did it, you are now aware hypnosis works on you.
8) You actually don’t give a fuck about hypnosis. Shoo. Gawaway.
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I’m done. I’m fucking done. Hypnosis should be a pleasure, not a pain, just because a lot of people are too selfish to only care of themselves, and not have mutual fun between you, and your hypnotist. If you feel targeted, just change your fucking mind.
Also, once again, no offense about real transgender people. You have courage, and I highly respect that.
#1 RULE : Hypnosis only works if there’s a mutual trust between the hypnotist and the subject.
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