#wordplay
Last night on the train home, I gave Reaction Junkie my phone so he could read some posts that I’d written about him. I love watching him read the things I’ve said. He chuckles in a lovely and, to my ears, threatening way. When he got to the post where I wrote about him choking me at a play party, he laughed that laugh most of the way through, which made me squirm with arousal and embarrassment. He especially enjoyed the last line, “He decides whether I live or die.”
When we got up to get off the train, he handed my phone back to me and said, “Well, now my dick’s hard.” I squeed and bounced up and down, clapping my hands in delight. One of my favorite things in the world is having something I’ve written turn a partner on like that. When I told him that, he replied that he always gets hard when he reads what I’ve written about him. I’m super pleased that he enjoys what I have to say and that he shared that fact with me. He’s the tops.
I haven’t been engaging in consensual misogyny/fulfilling my misogyny kink very much lately. I miss it. I got some misogyny when I played with Legolas last week, I talked about it with Cunt Destroyer on Sunday and Reaction Junkie teased a bit of it, asking for someone to apologize on behalf of their gender, which I did, and then I got to Skype with The Super Sadist last night and we touched on it. All of that was very hot.
It’s not that I haven’t been being degraded and humiliated. Of course I have. And I’ve been hurt and scared and used. It’s incredibly satisfying and I don’t feel like I’m not getting what I want. I’d be quite happy to continue with the things I’ve been doing.
It’s not exactly the same as having the context of male superiority, female inferiority, oppression of women, of being submissive and obedient to all men, etc., though. I don’t need that, necessarily, or want to do it all the time, but the bit I’ve gotten lately has whetted my appetite for more.
I shall have to ask my partners to remind me of my place as a woman and their place as men, above me. I want to be forced to say that I deserve the treatment I get, that women are asking for it, that I want to be used and hurt, that I’m a dumb cunt for wanting those things, that I’m only valuable for the things men want me for.
I need to be told that I’m lesser, a silly little girl, a set of holes to fuck and flesh to beat, just a cunt. We wouldn’t want me getting any ideas that I’m an equally valuable member of society, now would we?
Lest you think Breastie is only capable of things like “Eeeee!” and “Ohhhh.” She is also the queen of clever and a wizard of wit.
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Daily Picture Assignment #89
Trick or treat.
Or both.
My owner has rented me out/given me to friends to use in return for things like an ice cream sandwich or a steak dinner.
In essence, he’s had me turn tricks so he can get treats.
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Daily Picture Assignment #79
Two pussies between my legs.
Both of them belong to Reaction Junkie.
But only one of them is always desperate for his attention and approval.
(Hint: It’s not the cat.)
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![[3.10.2016] Big-ass thigh bruise my owner gave me at happy hour last week. He slapped the same spot](https://64.media.tumblr.com/83a8ad91d762062d11220988b6cf9b2c/tumblr_o4548fub9g1s8bp28o1_1280.jpg "[3.10.2016] Big-ass thigh bruise my owner gave me at happy hour last week. He slapped the same spot")
[3.10.2016]
Big-ass thigh bruise my owner gave me at happy hour last week.
He slapped the same spot over and over and over again for a good ten minutes or so. At first it didn’t hurt that much, but the repeated strikes eventually melded together into a low, stingy, burning pain. I endured it well until a couple minutes before he stopped.
That’s when I looked down and saw that this pattern of broken capillaries was already blossoming over my thigh. Once I noticed it, each smack started to hurt more and more, even though my owner wasn’t hitting me any harder. The psychological impact had outmatched the physical.
I was a very good girl and took as much as my owner could give out, and he far exceeded both my, and, I think, his, expectations for how long he could hit me bare handed. This beautiful mark was our reward.
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Not sure why she looks so sour. He lit a nice romantic fire and everything. He even put her near it for warmth.
Maybe this position will warm up the frigid cunt.
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Yes. This. Just… yeah. All of this.
In fact, if you can really make me feel like Your princess? I will beg to be Your slut.
(And I promise, you will be very pleased with the results.)
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Hey it’s me that guy that draws memes. Oh yeah, I also make games too.
I’m working on a top-down fast-paced shooter where you draw your character and fight against others players drawings.
Let’s call it: ARTillery
This is in its veryearly stages but I hope it interests any artist or gamers out there.
I’ll be posting any progress I make on the game and I might even ask for some suggestions time to time.
Thank you for reading my pitch, announcement, Ted Talk, thing?
Oh and get stickbugged lol
I am most likely a leaf because I leave things alone.
Long after Merry’s impromptu band “Avotado Coast” laid down 60 seconds of sick tunes at a house party, I’ve synesthetically dreamt of rolling hills and subtly-wrong-on-second-glance but wholesome linocut design. Is it a national park? A bluegrass band? A brunch food? Why is the sun a giant avocado? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW
Absentmindedly sketched it on a sticky note while sitting across from my coworker’s laptop’s excellent collection of uplifting national park stickers, then stayed up way too late turning it into an illustration. It’s rare, but sometimes the original unconscious sketch really works out for the final concept!
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If you don’t get Deja Vu.. you’re not consistent
