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I tend not to do week-in-the-life of kinda posts. I mean, there’s often things happen or things on my mind most weeks. But still.
Anyway, the past week or so has been really positive in many aspects of my life.
There’s been a bit of a rise recently in attempted scammers.
And, general chancers are fairly common.
Some have been fairly blatant, clear bots. Some, I’ve seen people at least initially fall for.
These are damaging to the whole industry and arguably lifestyle.
Lucky for me I don’t believe in luck.
You see it all the time.
“Lucky sub, wish that was me”, “Lucky guy”, etc.
I don’t believe in luck.
Mind. I say that, I do often feel “lucky”.
Why is it always about money?
aka – Pro-Shaming
“Where are all the women?” has been a lowly battle cry since the dawn of the internet.
It’s like the desperate mating call from the male who never leaves his house and is too tight to sign up for a dating site.
Add in some cliche about an unfair ratio or about how “nice guys finish last” and it’s complete.
I’ve been feeling a little reflectively lately.
I do now and then.
Today marks one year since the second occasion I booked a Private Session with a Professional Mistress. I think it’s interesting to remember some of my feelings going into that.
In music, there’s a term called ‘The Difficult Second Album Syndrome’.
“I love the pathetic noises you make as you squirm”
Has it been an hour? Or ten minutes? Or ninety minutes? More?
I have no idea.
It is dark, I’m encased in the vac bed – and whilst this feels quite tight, every now and then I feel Ms Evilyne pumping more air in as it wraps into *every* crack and crevasse.
All I can see is darkness and the vivid fantasies in my head. Every one I feel guilty about, every one a distraction.
I think this is now a third complete re-write on my latest mulling on submission.
There’s been a few different factors and other writings which have inspired me into this, including one I wrote 7 months ago.
I mean, my one 7 months ago – it was a ramble. It was me thinking aloud and excreting words to the screen trying to decide if and where I fit in… and concluded that actually it doesn’t matter if I’m submissive or not as long as everyone involved is happy.
I do stand by that conclusion and will probably always stand by that conclusion.
It’s been a year today since I first filmed a clip as a filming slave.
I have been sitting on a draft about filming, in general for many months – and now seems a good time to do a final version of it 🙂
The other day I put up a tweet inviting topic requests for blogs.
Punishing Times suggested
“Your experiences with CP and tips for what works, what doesn’t?”
So.
This is my experience in CP.
There’s so many clubs and events and things that I want to check out – and – sometimes the right sort of prompt can take you out.
I’ve written before about the Secret 102 radio show (blog here), which I enjoy and the concept of a meet up of some of the listeners and presenters seemed a perfect opportunity – taking place at Club Subversion.
From the archives… based on something from January 2016. Originally published on Fetlife. I do have a footnote….
Here goes…
I lay sprawled across the spanking bench, exhausted.