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Complication Arises

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So a friend is moving in. He split up with his girlfriend and he needs a place to crash. We’re geek pals who share reddit jokes and play D&D together, so I can’t say no. It is going to be awkward though, since my place is a split-level one-bedroom and sound carries all too well.

We shall call this friend Mr. Knight, because he truly wishes he were a knight in shining armor. He wants to be valiant and brave. Oh course the reality is that he’s shy and unlikely to rush to the defense of any fair maidens, but he is a knight in his mind.

This is a good time to explain my policy on sex.

See, I have boundary issues. I’m never really sure where the line between friend and lover is, or why there should be a line. In most cases, I’ll sleep with someone just to see what they are like in bed. It helps me get to know them, and feel closer to them. If there is chemistry; great! If there’s not, then at least I learned something. Unlike most people, I do not find it awkward to be around someone I have slept with, and no one is capable of feeling awkward around me because I am too damn comfortable with myself to let anyone be uncomfortable in my presence.

There are good reasons not to sleep with people though, even for a magically delicious super slut.

The first should be because they are married, right? I’ve been attacked by enough crazy women to know that I should always be careful of the married ones. And yet… if they don’t respect their wedding vows it’s hard for me to do so. I don’t know their wives and for all I know they’re making them up to seem unavailable. As such, the married guy thing is a grey area. It depends on the guy, I guess. Plus, some of them are married but in open relationships, so you can never be too sure what’s what there.

I guess the verdict on married guys is maybe.

Second is more important. This is a hard no. I will never sleep with anyone who is in love with someone else. They can have a crush. They can have a past. They can have a lot of things that don’t make me shy away. Yet, if they are truly in love with someone else, I will never ever sleep with them. This is because I need to feel like the most important person in someone’s life. I do sleep around openly and allow all my partners to do the same, but they always like me best. I am confident that if a man is seeing two women and one of them is me, he likes me better every time. I’m that good. On the other hand, if they’re in love then that’s a whole other thing that I won’t even mess with. One does not compete with hormones and chemicals that have evolved over thousands of years.

So a hard no to being in love with someone else.

Last is the business relationship. Let’s say I meet you and I know we can set shit off together. I know you have social value. Well- then we’re not going to have sex. I won’t risk mixing sex with business because sometimes people can get weird about both, and I like for things in my life to be as simple as possible. It seems that when you add one complicated thing to one other complicated thing, the level of complicated escalates several more orders of magnitude than it logically should- so no business and sex.

Of those reasons why I will never sleep with someone, Mr. Knight falls under the category of “in love with someone else.” He may be on the outs with his girl right now, but there is no question at all about who his heart belongs to. He is hers, and since they are both mostly sweet and innocent and not into MDSM, it’s best to leave them to each other (even if they are unhappy.)

I know I will catch a ration of shit for Mr. Knight living here. I know everyone will assume we are having sex because they know I have boundary issues. I am aware of how much this is going to suck for me, and yet, one does not turn down a fellow geek in need. So now to figure out how to keep all my sexy time confined to everyone else’s house.

Can’t wait to tell the boys about the new edition to my living room…

Things to keep in mind about rope

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Silk Rope

Here is some silk rope from Twisted Monk.

So I was talking about rope with someone, and I realized that is something I should write about.

First, I recommend hemp. I prefer the feel of silk rope and I have some coils of it right now, but it tends to unravel around the edges after a few years. Hemp is stronger and holds together better.

You only really need rope if you’re doing some fancy stuff, because I use kimono ties for light bondage and that’s fine. If you just want to tie someone up, almost anything will do. But if you want to get serious about making it look cool or about doing a rope suspension, then you need some good rope.

As to where you should get it, please don’t just go to a hardware store and try to find some! Pick up the good stuff, or you’ll regret it later. I recommend Twisted Monk, as they have loads of great rope and rope resources. Whatever you use, please be careful and keep something on hand to cut the rope with in case your submissive freaks out. I would highly recommend you get a rescue hook (see picture below).

This is good because you slide it under the rope and cut out, so it’s impossible to cut your submissive while untying them. They’re not very expensive and they’re handy tools when you need to end a scene quickly.

Climbing rescue hook

Used mostly by climbers who need to free themselves from a tangled line, this is what you want when you need to free a submissive quickly.

Another thing to keep in mind about rope is to never go too tight. It’s like breath play: You really should be careful because you don’t want to permanently damage your submissive. So please remember to be safe when playing with rope, okay kids?

Meet the boys

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I feel in a bit of a funk as of late…

My religious pet whom I shall call Mr. Perfect was never going to be anything but a sexless coffee shop buddy. Oh sure- he’s tall, dark and handsome. He’s also desperately horny and barely hides it under all that awkward and overly-polite behavior. Yet, months of trying to talk some sense into him have failed utterly. It’s not just that he steadfastly believes in his god- it’s that he’s sure his god thinks sex is a terrible sin and he mustn’t do it unless he’s married. That’s problem for me, so we are at an impasse.

The thing about Mr. Pefect is; I really do enjoy his company. I adore fighting with him about his beliefs, and I would certainly do so much longer if he wasn’t moving back to California. It’s been a great year at coffee shops and language lessons. I even went with him to his church. Why not? It’s not as though I will burst into flames if I walk into one, (though I know some people who speculated that I would.)

Alas, there will never be any sex with Mr. Perfect. And now I have to say goodbye to him and it’s tearing me apart.

I did get him a parting gift though. It’s a book about a devil and an angel who become friends called “Good Omens.” I wrote on the inside cover that I adore him and always wanted him, but I doubt he’ll ever open the book. He’s the sort who borrows a book and then never gets around to reading it. Still, if he does, he’ll know that a wicked, wicked girl loved him. He was always terrified of me because of the fetish proms and stuff, and I knew deep down that I’d be unhappy if we ever got together because vanilla sex would bore me… but fantasies don’t make sense and I’ll miss dreaming of Mr. Perfect taking me in his arms and kissing me with those big, perfect lips.

He’s not the only one I want but can’t have either. I’m chasing a 20-year-old too, which should probably be against the law. The poor thing is far too young to realize what he’s being pursued by. I just can’t help myself though because he’s damaged as hell. He was molested by the babysitter and unloved by all his many step-parents and care-takers. He’s broken and it’s so attractive to someone like me who is also broken inside.

I’ll keep chasing Mr. Broken forever, but I’m starting to realize it’s not likely I’ll catch him. I think I’m older than the babysitter who molested him and, in any case, I can’t try too hard with someone who’s been raped. I know what that is like. So I keep him off to the sidelines and think of him as a random encounter (to use D&D terminology.) I do see his big, ice-blue eyes when I fall asleep sometimes though.

That only leaves me two others.

First there is Mr. Uptight. It’s not hard to convince him to have sex; it’s just not any fun. He’s impossibly frigid in bed- like a high school girl who just lays there and is afraid to even moan. I’m not really sure why, but my guess is that he’s got some serious thrill issues from watching dirty, dirty internet porn and he’s an engineer so naturally, he’s incapable of communicating. He could be having that crazy sex he wants. I’m about as twisted as they come. But I’m not a mind-reader and I’ll only put so much effort into trying to hear the words in someone’s head before I say “fuck it.” At least he has a 10-inch cock. That’s too big- if you ask me. However, since it seems the pain of thinking my vagina is going to be torn in half is all I am getting out of this, I may as well enjoy the novelty of it. One does not often get to fuck someone with a cock like a porn star.

I think the best part about fucking Mr. Uptight is seeing the Magnum wrappers all over the floor in the morning. I like when we have sex on the table, and then the chair or couch, and then in the morning there are little gold condom wrappers everywhere. That never fails to make me smile.

Then there is Mr. Nice Guy. As always when you have a bunch of boys around, I can see traits in him that would mesh well with traits in the others, if I was trying to make the perfect guy. Like, if I could slice them all apart and just take what I want, Mr. Nice Guy has some good qualities. He’s thoughtful, likes to give foot rubs and back massages, listens carefully and attentively to everything I say, and cares deeply. Also, he’s desperate for a mate (not just a lover) and the desperate wafts off him in a way that I find both appalling and cute.

Also, he’s very, very submissive and that always wigs me just a bit in guys. I love switches and I can handle submissive guys if they have pride. Mr. Nice Guy though… he mixes being a submissive with lacking self-confidence and it’s just too many types of desperate to handle at once. I’d be fine tying him up and beating him if I didn’t know he was unhappy- is all I mean.

Anyway the things about people is, the good is always offset by bad. There are no perfect people. So while they all have good qualities, they all have bad qualities too. I can’t just chop them up and take the bits I want, welding them together to make the perfect man. I am stuck using each of them for a small bit of what I want, and only being happy overall. This is why monogamy is bullshit. I hate the idea that I am supposed to get ALL THE THINGS from one person.

Anyway it feels like a bit of a funk lately, but I’m sure things will pick up again soon. They always do in my life.

An Introduction

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I guess I should start by telling you about relative scarcity. Basically all you need to know is that the less of something there is to go around, the more people will want it. I’m not sure I can explain all the Psychology behind it, nor can I probably draw you a map of the market dynamics that economists have studied to create this model. The point is simple: The perceived value of goods is always more when they are less available.

I first learned this after being raped while living on the streets. It was a horrible experience that left me terribly emotionally broken and therefore emotionally unavailable to the people who tried to date me. I was surprised to realize that, the more I pushed someone away, the tighter they held on. At first I thought it was a few fluke relationships, but over time I began to see a pattern. Men liked a woman who didn’t like them back.

That wasn’t enough, of course. I had to take it a step farther. I decided that any guy who had been socialized by modern society would be willing to have a relationship outside the confines of monogamy. After all, men are somewhat instinctively predisposed to have many partners. Add to that the break-down of family in American culture, and the media which shows divorced men happily taking up with younger women and being lovable scamps who aren’t very good at being loyal. I’m not saying I agree with where our culture is at. I’m just saying it is what it is. The examples we see teach us that a life-long partner isn’t a thing any more, and no one ever seems to manage a long relationship without someone cheating.

I figure, why be the woman that clings tightly to a lover and tells them to be loyal? If they are not likely to be that way anyhow, one might as well be the first to declare monogamy pointless. Why not take it further and be the one to refuse to even try?

I suppose you could say that I am missing out on the devotion of a long-term partner who thinks only of me. You’d be right. In my defense though, I did try to have that a few times. I spent a few years with a boy I really loved who I was totally loyal to. When I got sick and it was unsure if I would get better, he left because he couldn’t handle it. I found out in a support group for long-term care patients that what happened to me was common, though no one talks about it. Most people do not stay with a partner when they have a long-term illness. What does a relationship really mean then, if it is so easily thrown away when one of the people is in need?

I looked at statistics for how many people admitted to cheating too. The amount of people that admit to it is pretty high, and that’s just the ones who admit to it. The last straw was living in Asia where wives are meant to accept that their husbands fuck hookers. It’s not anything unusual- it’s just Thursday night.

In all this, the women are at the disadvantage. They are the ones who become less and less desirable as they age. They are the ones more shamed for cheating. They are the ones who are not allowed to go fuck hookers or go to strip clubs. More than all of that, they are the ones more likely to stick by their partner through thick and thin because they are natural care-givers. In all these things, women have no power.

At first it wasn’t a conscious thought; rather just a thing I did. Now that I have had time to think it over, I realize I wanted POWER. I wanted to be the one in control and I never wanted anyone to make me feel powerless or undesirable again. The obvious solution in my mind was to keep a few men around at once (hence my relative scarcity would make me desirable) and to be a Dominatrix (so that everyone always did what I told them to.)

This is how I became what I now jokingly call “A Magically Delicious Super Slut.”

I am not at all ashamed of any of this, by the way. I don’t even have the common decency to think that “slut” is a shameful term. I am proud of it. I enjoy sex, and I will not be made to feel that I shouldn’t. I’ll not be made to feel like I am doing anything wrong. I realize I offend the morals of some- but in my estimation that is because their morals are patriarchal and wrong. I’m writing the morals for a matriarchal society, and you better watch out because they are going to threaten your cultural paradigm.