Am I even kinky?
I asked myself that today. Well. Today as of when I’m writing this blog, so in reality probably a different day.
And, I know others have had similar thought processes.
It is an extension, of course, on a previous thought of “Am I really a sub?”
It’s been a bit of a hot topic – and it does tie in a little bit with stuff I’ve said in the past.
Are Pro-Domme sessions actually TOO CHEAP?
The very first time I filmed with House of Sinn was before I even started this blog/diary.
The second time was something I didn’t write about, because I don’t diary everything. To go 3 times without writing about them, especially on such a big experience, well, that’d be a travesty.
“I’ll do anything”, “Whatever Mistress/Sir wants”
These sound like good tidbits.
It’s like there’s been some thought put into the lack of thought.
“If I let people know I’m up for anything that it widens my chances”
It also, potentially, widens your chances of not getting what you want.
It also makes you look desperate.
It also makes you more “work” as someone will have to coax out of you what you ACTUALLY want to do.
Submission isn’t always black and white
One of the first and most important rules in submission is that ‘the rules’ are defined by your relationship and dynamic.
Sometimes the answer “is this normal?” is, “yes” and “does it matter anyway, if it works for you?”.
Of course, sometimes this can be easier if you are in a relationship and exploring, working out what does and doesn’t work for you.
Initially, I was going to write this as a Monty Python style blog.
What have the Professionals ever done for us?
Well, apart from better sanitation and medicine and education and irrigation and public health and roads and a freshwater system and baths and public order… no wait, that was Romans.
I was reading yet-another bitching-about-Findom thread the other day.
It’s kinda sobering the lack of self awareness some of these guys have.
It has happened, but it’s very rare I get cold contacted by a Findom – and – I’ll usually be polite unless she fails to take the, well, hint, that handing over money to someone random is most certainly not my kink.