canadiandom:

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A friend came over last night to watch a movie then as I was walking him to his car we kissed and started to make out then he pushed me against his car and pulled my shirt up and started biting and licking my nipples and he pulled my panties to the side and started rubbing my clit. I was looking around since my street is a vey just street in my neighborhood. Then he opened his door and had to sit on the side of his seat when he kneeled down as he used his fingers to make me cum on his fingers making me beg for me. I pushed on the sensor on the door to make the light turn off as my neighbors front door opened. I saw my neighbor come out and my friend decided to then shove is mouth on my pussy making me gasp. I swear my neighbor saw but he went back inside. He used his tongue to make me cum again I’m almost screaming at this point. Right before the last time I came I was so sensitive I kept trying to pull his hand away but he just pinned my hands with his other hand and rubbed my clit as fast as he could as I struggled to pull away then I yelled as I started to cum and squirt in his fingers. He kissed me pulled me out of his car then got in and said he had to go home. I was pissed because I was ready to be fucked right there. He texted me later that night saying he wanted to give me a taste of what he can do.

theimperfetc:

For those of you new to domination, or those of you that feel like you aren’t getting as much out of it as you’d expect, I’d like you to think on something.

As a kid, did you ever take your sled down the hill?  Remember how much fun it was, sliding at such an amazing speed, the cold wind in your face, that big puff of snow on you as you hit a mound?  It was fun, wasn’t it?

But, do you remember the climb?  Do you remember how, for that thirty seconds of fun, you spent ten minutes dragging that sled uphill, watching your friends go down the hill as you ascended?  Do you remember wishing there was an easier way, where you could get the trip down without the climb up?  Well, there wasn’t a way.  

And there isn’t here in d/s either.  Those of you new to this, who are expecting this to fulfill your fantasies, your dreams, your cravings, have you made the climb?  Have you put in the time to teach your sub, to listen to your sub, to satisfy their needs?  If you came in expecting just the ride down, you’re going to be disappointed.  Please remember, put in the time.

It’s not optional.  If all you want is for your sub to give you that thrill ride, and not have to work for it, it’s not going to happen.  Build your sub up, give them the support, the comfort, the safety they need.  Every day, you take them with you, you guide them, you hold them, you be the one that they need.  You make that climb with them. 

If you do, you’ll have a hell of a fun ride down.

sssshale:

When women call out the abusive behavior of men in power, please keep in mind they do so fully aware that they themselves will probably be villainized. They will have their motives questioned. People, even other women, will find all sorts of excuses for the man.

People will bring up their own personal experiences (“He’s always been so nice to me”, “he’s so generous”, “he’s one of the good ones”). My first response to that is WHO GIVES A SHIT HOW HE TREATS YOU??? This isn’t a scales getting balanced out thing. If you go into a thousand banks and only rob one, you’re still a bank robber. If you have good interactions with everyone around you, but you frequently treat your wife like she’s subhuman, you’re an abusive person.

I’d also just like to point out that people use that defense seemingly unaware that a lot of times those displays of non abusive behavior work in tandem with the abuse. Maybe he is nice and generous and good to everyone because he really is nice and generous and good. But maybe, juuuuust maybe, he knows how absolutely shitty he is. Maybe he knows when his fuckery finally comes to light, it’s going to be really helpful to have a lot of people in complete disbelief, with unconditional and endless support. People who, whether they know it or not, perpetuate the cycle of abuse. Not only for the person they know directly, but for other abuse victims in their path.

Like I said, women are fully aware they will be demonized. Because we’ve watched it happen over and over again. We’ve seen victim blaming instead of support and ostracization and rejection instead of encouragement. And when you watch abusive men in power thrive and be protected while their victims are demonized and invalidated, it’s not at all surprising why so many feel silenced.

I’m not coming at this from some moral high ground. I’m coming as someone who has experienced being in an abusive relationship and someone who has inadvertently condoned abusive behavior in other relationships.

Listen to and help empower survivors
Believe and stand with victims
Be aware of the ripple effect of your actions and the part you can play in the cycles of abuse, gaslighting and rape culture.

My first exhusband was a manipulative, alcoholic, abusive (physically and mentally) sociopath. But he was fantastic at keeping the mask on in public. He was the life of the party. He was generous and helpful to this friends.

But behind the scenes he was physically abusive when he drank. Which was often and to excess. And one night at a party when he saw me barely conscious with some guy on top of me he backed out of the room and closed the door rather than checking on me. I managed to get the guy to stop and leave. After a couple of hours sleep I went home from that party alone, unable to find him. Turns out he was fucking some other woman. He came home that morning and told me all about it, while he was fucking me. Then he told me he ‘knew I fucked that guy’, which I had not. I begged him at that point to stop and get off me, while he held me down and called me a whore. He was 6’2 and weighed 150 pounds more than me. After the first time he hit me across the face I stopped fighting. I couldn’t let my children see me with a black eye or worse.

And I only ever told one person in my life what happened. That day it happened after I walked about 8 km to her house in the snow. I never told anyone else because every time i would hint to friends that perhaps he was not all he appeared on the surface they would say, “Oh that is hard to believe – he’s such a [insert variable -good/funny/happy/positive/generous] guy.

I like to think times have changed since then, but they really haven’t much. But maybe talking about these things is a first step. A tiny first step in changing the culture of silence.

theimperfetc:

Congratulations, anon. You’re about to learn something today.

You think that to possess someone, you need to keep them locked down, to control their body. I don’t need to do that. They’re tied to me by chains you’ll never understand.

I possess their minds, their souls, their hearts. They’re bound to me in ways that nobody is ever going to be able to touch.

But you keep doing it your way, child. I know what you are. You’re afraid. Afraid that if any girl with you gets the chance to look around a bit, they’ll find out that past the amateurs, the posers, the pretenders, that there’s something that’ll open their eyes.

That there’s men like me. And once they find that out, son? You’re fucked.