thealphawithin:

daddybrad80:

thealphawithin:

It’s important for a Dominant to take care of his pussy. Unfortunately, I see so many ‘’Doms’’ out there, who think that things like these make them look like their sub’s servant.

Yes it does…..

What the fuck is a Dominant who doesn’t serve his submissive, who places his ego above his queen, who doesn’t see the beauty of serving to his most loyal servant, who doesn’t take care of what is his, what the hell is the reason his existence?

It’s your woman, it’s your pussy….take care of it!

This blog…..*SWOON*

Aww…look at that, isn’t it sweet?

Thank you, you almost made a Dominant blush here.

instructor144:

asubmissiveview:

skelatal-remains:

torios:

anotherdayforchaosfay:

mamalizmas:

dreamlightasafeather:

IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.

You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.

Here is an example video

Reblog to literally save a life

I’ve done this.  I’m alive because of this. 

My flat-mate’s date for the night was almost as drunk as her.  She had passed out in her room and locked the door.  He refused to leave because he wanted to have sex.  He also demanded food because he was dealing with “whiskey dick”.  He didn’t like the lack of food in the fridge.  I called 911, did the stuff stated above, and he was getting PISSED about how long the “order” was taking.  He took my phone, demanded they “hurry the fuck up”.  Police arrived two minutes later, arrested him, and helped me file a police report.  Pressing charges wasn’t necessary because he had warrants on him from THREE different states for the very thing he planned to do to me.  Several months after this happened one of the officers informed me he was charged with two felonies because he crossed stay lines, and will be serving no less than 35 years in prison.  The officer ripped into my flat-mate about her bringing home complete strangers, while drunk, knowing full well this shit could happen. 

This was 14 years ago.  

Do the pizza order, do it as calmly as you can.  The dispatcher I spoke to said things like this:

“If he’s drunk say you want mushrooms.”  I said I want extra mushrooms.

“If he’s threatening you with sexual assault say you want onions.”  I said I want onions.

She went like this with different toppings and sauces for a description of him, like pineapple if he’s blonde, black olives if he’s tall, extra large if he’s tall, etc.

They’ve heard this sort of coded call before.  They’re trained for it.  They will understand what you’re saying.  Order the pizza.

Really though. I’m in training for dispatch and this was one of the first things they taught us. Pretend you’re talking to a friend or relative, pretend you’re ordering pizza, we’ll figure it out. We’ll word questions so you can answer in an easy, casual way. Please, just make the call and we will do everything we can to help you.

Reblog to save a life

Listening to this video brought tears to my eyes, but what an incredible way to let 911 know you need help in a situation like this.

BOOST. If my kid sister had known this, she’d be alive today.

art-of-domination:

exoticeva:

art-of-domination:

No more talking.  No more protesting or acting shy.  No more of this demure, classy woman.  That’s for outside.  That’s not for in here.  In here, you’re a whore.  You’re a cunt.  A desperate little slut.  A wanton fucktoy.  All of those for me.  No one else.  No one else gets this side of you.  No one else gets to know what a dirty girl you are.  Because that’s for me.  Me alone.  My perfect set of holes.  

And just look at you. So fucking wet.  So fucking tight and needy when I fuck you like this.  Can’t get enough of it can you.  Look at that body of yours responding to what I do to you.  Your pussy is clenching around my cock again.  Another fucking orgasm for you.  Such a hot fucking slut for me.  

To the person who sent my reblog of this to me along with a message about how you know all women just want to be treated like the dirty, stupid whores we really are:

I thought about just deleting your message. I didn’t want to spend any time on it. I am under no illusions about my ability to actually change your worldview. But I couldn’t let it go. Not because you’re under my skin, but because it’s possible, likely even, there are women out there who have been told some version of this enough times that they believe it. And I can’t let that stand.

It’s true there are many women who enjoy rough, kinky sex. Not all of them are submissive. Some of them (gasp) are female Dominants. Some like to be dominated in the bedroom but couldn’t imagine taking the dynamic outside of that. There are also lots of women who are truly not into this kind of kink. They would get no pleasure from being spanked or degraded or gagged. Not a single one of these women is a stupid whore.

You know what they do have in common? They deserve and need to be treated with respect. The women who like to submit, who do get wet and needy the dirtier you talk, the rougher you are? They need to know they can trust you. Not only with their bodies, but with their emotions and their self-esteem. If you truly believe women are stupid whores, made for nothing than servicing a man, then you’ve missed the whole point of a d/s dynamic and are actually just trying to impose your small-minded, misogynistic views on other people.

And here’s the thing: unlike you, I know the person who wrote this caption you liked so much. I don’t want to put words in his mouth but I’m hoping @art-of-domination might see this and weigh in.

I know that he treats women with respect and care, and comports himself in ways that make them WANT to submit to him. I know he thinks of submission as something a Dominant earns. So while I’m sure you will disregard my opinions on the subject (I’m just a stupid whore after all), maybe give that some thought.

So I read @exoticeva‘s post and reading that someone would take my blog post and send it to her with the message that they sent makes me regret starting a blog to begin with.  Because it still boggles my mind that people are as stupid as that.  

Why is it so hard to understand that a woman can be smart, intelligent and in control of her decisions in order to also enjoy hot, dirty sex and be submissive.  The two are not mutually exclusive.  

Now, let’s take a look at the caption above that I wrote.  I want people to understand the subtleties there that I describe because I try and make this clear  as much as possible.  

“All of those for me.  No one else.  No one else gets this side of you.  No one else gets to know what a dirty girl you are.  Because that’s for me.  Me alone.”

Read that above.  Note the part that it’s all for him.  That she has chosen him to be her Dom.  Lest there be any confusion, he didn’t walk up to her and tell her she was going to be his fucktoy.  No.  No to any dumb fuck who thinks that’s how this goes.  She consented to him every step of the way.  She met him.  Vetted him.  Got to know him.  Gradually trusted him.  Learned all about him.  Had a deep meaningful connection with him.  Talked about their interests and likes.  Developed limits and established boundaries.  Created safe words and parameters.  Had deep conversations.  All of that happened before this.  Ok?  All of it.  

“And just look at you. So fucking wet.  So fucking tight and needy when I fuck you like this.  Can’t get enough of it can you.  Look at that body of yours responding to what I do to you.  Your pussy is clenching around my cock again.  Another fucking orgasm for you.  Such a hot fucking slut for me.”

Now, read this part.  See, she likes it?  She doesn’t like it because she’s waiting for some random guy to fuck her this way.  Nuh uh.  She likes it and she’s wet and desirous of him because he turns her the fuck on.  Because he understands her wants and needs and they have discussed this multiple times over a decent span of time and they are in agreement of what is permitted and what is not.  What some of you don’t understand is that despite the image here, SHE is in control.  Not him.  Because, at any time, in any moment, whenever the fuck she decides, for whatever fucking reason she wants to, she can stop this.  Any time.  For any reason.  No means no.  She decides. Always.  

And for any dipshit that assumes that any woman will do this, that you can walk up to anyone and get this from them, that this is what women are for, well, you are going to find yourself in jail very quickly if you ever try and act this shit out in real life.  Learn how to be a real fucking man and control your own shit before you even think about controlling someone else.  

princessfeminine:

What’s happened to people?

I was walking with my boyfriend in town, and he offered to carry my bag for me as it was getting heavy and my arm was getting tired. Not a big deal, it was just a Prada purse and I was walking right next to him so it was obviously mine.

What do we get? A bunch of people our age yelling out at him, calling him gay, a f*ggot, that men aren’t supposed to wear purses etc. He still carried it after me offering to take it back, and still carries my things often to this day.

He did an act of chivalry, and though it doesn’t sound like much I really appreciated it. I don’t understand people anymore, why should he be humiliated when carrying his girlfriend’s purse? When being a good boyfriend?

Hands

laments-and-burlesque:

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You would have to kill me to take her from me.

She was mine. Fucking mine. A precious treasure.

The desire to envelop her, to overcome her, to destroy her until she was miraculously speaking new languages was fervid.

She always came so hard whenever her breath was labored behind the strength of my hand; whenever her neck and head were under my authoritative restraint… and it was going to happen.

Right fucking now. And she would thank me for the privilege.

Her stress and her anxiety would vanish, killed by the ‘little death’… the remnants of which would flow against my cock, gush onto my hips and trickle like rain down my thighs and calves.

As I forced her towards the dark,
I

was shivering;
possessed by that part of myself I don’t understand.