<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:42:58.365-08:00</updated><category term='D/s relationships'/><category term='strap-ons'/><category term='communicating'/><category term='nice abs'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='Bitchy Jones'/><category term='pro-Dommes'/><category term='waterboarding'/><category term='pithy'/><category term='read my profile'/><category term='service'/><category term='bi boys'/><category term='footrest'/><title type='text'>Pervygirl: musings on kink</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-7617116478490696015</id><published>2012-01-21T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:14:57.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s relationships'/><title type='text'>I have a crush on a probably-vanilla dude</title><content type='html'>So, I feel guilty about having this crush on a (likely) vanilla guy, for at least two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. there are plenty of hot submissive men who are not in the kind of D/s relationship they'd like, and it seems like a waste to not have a crush on one of them (...at the moment; I certainly have in the past)&lt;br /&gt;2. should anything happen to bring me close enough to the (likely) vanilla guy, I'm putting us both in a tough spot of me rejecting him for not being kinky enough (despite me already recognizing he's probably not kinky) and also possibly being rejected myself for being too kinky, which doesn't feel great, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been trying to talk myself out of this crush for weeks, as it's (mildly) inappropriate in other regards, too. Maybe I just like having a crush; maybe it's just fun to fantasize about how we'll go out on a totally vanilla date and start making out and things get a little more intimate and then I pinch his nipple just a little too hard, and he gets all melty and hot sexytimes ensue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-7617116478490696015?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7617116478490696015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-crush-on-probably-vanilla-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/7617116478490696015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/7617116478490696015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-crush-on-probably-vanilla-dude.html' title='I have a crush on a probably-vanilla dude'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-4814991481529804878</id><published>2012-01-02T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:08:34.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read my profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communicating'/><title type='text'>Edit to CM: Jan 2: purposely ignoring</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Previous: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Updated UPDATE: &lt;/b&gt;Ok, now I AM purposely ignoring some  people. It is necessary that you have interesting things to say! I'm  really busy with my new job and value sleep over just about everything  else lately... especially small-talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New: kept it blank&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;...I am undecided how to address this issue; basically I get super-annoyed by boring people but don't like giving the silent treatment unless it's deserved (e.g. they're being rude), so I'm stuck trying to justify my desire to ignore people without worrying about their feelings, even though that's kind of a shitty thing to do. Incidentally, yes, this reflects that my style of Domming does not involve, generally speaking, being bitchy to strangers unless they deserve it. &amp;nbsp; ...Ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-4814991481529804878?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4814991481529804878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/edit-to-cm-jan-2-purposely-ignoring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/4814991481529804878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/4814991481529804878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/edit-to-cm-jan-2-purposely-ignoring.html' title='Edit to CM: Jan 2: purposely ignoring'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-4715214681932225561</id><published>2012-01-02T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:07:41.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read my profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s relationships'/><title type='text'>Edit to CM profile: Jan 2: w/r/t male doms</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Previous* version:&lt;/i&gt; "...Experiment with regards to male Doms = successful! I have a few  good  contacts now. New male  Doms may go back to ignoring my profile... no  really. Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New version:&lt;/i&gt; "...Experiment with regards to male Doms = successful! I have a few  good  contacts now."&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for edits: 1. compassion: learning that not all male dominant-people suck (lol, perhaps poor choice of words...) means I can be more sensitive to randomly-hostile phrasing in my communications; 2. clarity: new version is shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;...first mistyped as pervious version, lol. Also, if you're not familiar with shorthand, w/r/t = "with regard to", which I didn't know for the longest time until I became a David Foster Wallace fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-4715214681932225561?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4715214681932225561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/edit-to-cm-profile-jan-2-wrt-male-doms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/4715214681932225561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/4715214681932225561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/edit-to-cm-profile-jan-2-wrt-male-doms.html' title='Edit to CM profile: Jan 2: w/r/t male doms'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-855075366245091878</id><published>2012-01-02T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:54:02.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communicating'/><title type='text'>New year's resolution</title><content type='html'>My new year's resolution is NOT to blog more. Not exactly. Instead, it is: to communicate with clarity and compassion. Part of this may--or may not--be blogging. We shall see. Part of being compassionate is to be aware of my own limitations and priorities, and frankly blogging is not a high priority.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;There are three people I have at the top of my list for better communication. Two of them are subbie boys that I simply don't have time for, harsh as it sounds, relative to other friends and life goals. One of the reasons I haven't communicated that with them sooner is that it feels bad: these two guys haven't done anything wrong, they are politely persistent in their friendship, and seem to genuinely want friendship once I indicated that sexy-kinky times were off the table. But I'm just not getting enough out of the relationships--there's a lack of depth to our interactions, in one case, and I'm feeling too much like an unpaid therapist in the other. It's better for me to clearly end these friendships now-- and possibly for them in the longer term, in that an undercurrent of resentment could be far more hurtful than a firm break now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third person on my short list for better communication is a subbie woman who has given me very mixed signals. We've played several times; about a month ago we went to an event where at least socially we seemed to get along great even though our play got interrupted... Since then, I've invited her to two events and she didn't even reply; her best friend, whom I know less well and have not been nearly so intimate with, got back to me immediately. At the risk of being annoying and socially awkward, I need to clear this up, 1. because if I, as a top, did something bad enough to warrant the silent treatment, I'd like to know about it; 2. because if she simply doesn't want to play with me again, it is at least the polite thing to do to decline, especially as we have mutual friends. --&amp;gt; update to this one, she just wrote me back, she was in Mexico without internet access. Yay me for over-reacting, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, partly because of my frustration with that, I've decided to work on my own communication style. Comments welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-855075366245091878?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/855075366245091878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/855075366245091878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/855075366245091878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New year&apos;s resolution'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-7500400556118953602</id><published>2011-01-26T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:45:56.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro-Dommes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communicating'/><title type='text'>Weird and Cool-weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two weird  things happened recently. One: someone wrote me, I got distracted after  reading their message and wasn't able to write back that very instant,  and then they blocked me (i.e. within the same day of opening the  message). Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Second,  in the cool-weird category: I just found out a vanilla friend is kinky!  I mean, we do papercrafts and go shopping together, and she has a conventional corporate job. We were talking about her past relationships and  she "came out" to me about being a Domme (and even an  ex-pro-Domme). It was so unexpected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-7500400556118953602?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7500400556118953602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/weird-and-cool-weird.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/7500400556118953602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/7500400556118953602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/weird-and-cool-weird.html' title='Weird and Cool-weird'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-3898395228877702212</id><published>2011-01-26T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:46:30.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pithy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>My porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oz and Vampire Diaries. Between Keller being.. Keller, and werewolf teenagers tied up and writhing in pain, I'm pretty much all set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-3898395228877702212?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3898395228877702212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-porn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/3898395228877702212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/3898395228877702212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-porn.html' title='My porn'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-8297201549114630290</id><published>2011-01-20T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:48:21.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read my profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchy Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice abs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D/s relationships'/><title type='text'>Shallow Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is an edited (for length) reply to a guy who basically accused me of being shallow and unrealistic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[UPDATE ...after my rant]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are missing two very vital points to my profile, and one rather more mundane one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The more mundane one is that my profile may come across as more shallow and bitchy than I am in real life, because guys tend to have an inflated sense of ego/their own attractiveness (tend to-- I realize not everyone is like this!) and it weeds out people who are clearly not my type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, the two important points:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, as both a Domme and a woman who has become comfortable with her sexuality, I have the right and the prerogative to pursue things that turn me on. If you had a foot fetish and I refused to let you even look at my feet, I would not be a good partner for you (or I'd be the world's biggest tease). I'm not so shallow and specific as to demand that everyone I hook up with is a blonde 25-yo surfer --I do not have particular concerns about height, hair, beards, ethnicity, or model-good-looks. And my age restrictions are more about dating potential, being in the same place in our lives, than arbitrary cut-offs. I like athletic guys who take care of themselves, with whom I have great chemistry and share overlapping kinks. That, my dear, is completely reasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Second, I am an attractive woman. I date attractive men. I have dated multiple guys who are smart and attractive, yes, with those washboard abs. I nearly married one of them (thankfully realizing I would be bored with the non-kinky sex, in that case, for the rest of my life). Another cute smarty-pants who WAS kinky (and I met on here!) moved across the country for a job (after we dated for 8 months) and it just didn't work out with the distance. There's no need for me to settle for someone I'm not attracted to, and since I'm looking for a primary relationship right now, it's an important factor. Be glad I'm not specifying letters after the name, or you'd think I was being unrealistic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally, I appreciate your suggestion about putting someone on a fitness regimen, but I see two problems with this: first, if they don't comply, then I am forced to reject someone with whom I have a relationship already, which pretty much sucks. I've been there; I am not such a sadist that I enjoy hurting someone's feelings. And second, I am not a babysitter. Some Dommes enjoy molding and controlling their subs in all aspects of the sub's life, but I'm just not into this. I have my own life, I prefer equality outside of the bedroom, and I feel the gift of submission is more meaningful coming from a strong and self-actualized person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;UPDATE: the guy who originally wrote to me turns out is not a jerk; I believe he was waxing philosophical. I feel my rant stands on its own, but want it on the record that this anonymous person doesn't deserve the brunt of my vitriol. He also made a cute point in his follow-up letter: "I mean, can you imagine my horror [if I were] to discover all the sub women in the world want to dress like men, and do a TERRIBLE job at it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-8297201549114630290?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8297201549114630290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/shallow-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/8297201549114630290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/8297201549114630290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/shallow-bitch.html' title='Shallow Bitch'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-2551058869190725607</id><published>2011-01-20T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:40:09.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bi boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strap-ons'/><title type='text'>SPECIAL XMAS ADDITION: STRAP-ONS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;this was written and posted on collarme Dec. 25, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to get the same questions over-and-over so I'm recycling  some messages I've sent. The next young-and-inexperienced boy (not  putting ya down, not your fault you're inexperienced) who asks me why  I'm into bi guys and informs me that as a self-proclaimed alpha male he  could never take a strap-on may be referred here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing quite like making an alpha male realize he's capable of   feeling overwhelmed and "taken" by a woman he trusts. Very intense! And   strap-ons are something to work up to anyway-- I actually prefer to  use  my fingers as it provides more feedback and intimacy. Trust me, the  vast majority of guys I've played with like that have  spectacular  orgasms...once they're allowed to cum ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Though occasionally a guy isn't "wired" for anal despite the  male  g-spot being there, I do recommend you play with it on your own  because  you're just seriously missing out if you are wired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your other question: why bi? Well, I can't speak for everyone  on  here, but it comes down to three things for me. First, the  taboo/shame  aspect is very hot. I think it's partly because I'm bi, and  I've worked  through my own shame with that (I came out in high  school). So a guy having a bit of shame around that  and doing it anyway  because he's so turned on just speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, there's obviously the control: I'm getting off as a  Domme on  making him do something he's not "supposed" to do. And third,  there's  the aspect that I think is the same reason why a lot of guys  like seeing  two women together: it's doubling up the whole visual  pleasure and  sexual energy, and usually I get to be the center of  attention at some  point, which is quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-2551058869190725607?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2551058869190725607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/special-xmas-addition-strap-ons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/2551058869190725607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/2551058869190725607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/special-xmas-addition-strap-ons.html' title='SPECIAL XMAS ADDITION: STRAP-ONS!'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-6627702429282338461</id><published>2011-01-20T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:52:38.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read my profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communicating'/><title type='text'>Special Little Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wow, I  received messages [&lt;i&gt;on collarme&lt;/i&gt;] from two more special little butterflies today who  claimed they read my profile-- but couldn't be bothered to comprehend or  respond to any specifics in my profile (can I make it any more clear  that I don't like IM??).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look  people, this isn't just my ego talking, it's basic common sense: if you  are presenting yourself as a subbie, one of the first things you can do  is demonstrate how you make an effort to learn about my preferences. A  "service oriented" sub should make that service orientation shine  through his or her writing. For that matter, any intelligent person  would want to show how they are a good conversationalist who can learn  about the person with whom they're conversing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is  it a lot of effort, especially if you're not getting a lot of positive  responses? Yes, of course, it's more effort than a form letter. However,  it actually improves your chances of getting a positive response,  because it doesn't make you sound like a ditwiss and it means you're  pre-screening on your end for people with whom you're compatible (you  know, by reading their profile). Oh, and bonus: you're not wasting your  time with as many fake people, since fake profiles are unlikely to have  interesting nuances for you to use as a conversation starter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-6627702429282338461?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6627702429282338461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/special-little-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/6627702429282338461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/6627702429282338461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/special-little-butterflies.html' title='Special Little Butterflies'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-7848236990454014486</id><published>2011-01-20T18:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:20:41.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pithy'/><title type='text'>Oh, spelling errors, how I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 610px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Collard: a leafy green vegetable. Rarely used as a verb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Collared: owned by someone in a D/s relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-7848236990454014486?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7848236990454014486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-spelling-errors-how-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/7848236990454014486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/7848236990454014486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-spelling-errors-how-i-love-you.html' title='Oh, spelling errors, how I love you'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-3183891421856957394</id><published>2011-01-20T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:53:01.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pithy'/><title type='text'>New motto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Waterboarding: Not Just for the CIA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-3183891421856957394?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3183891421856957394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-motto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/3183891421856957394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/3183891421856957394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-motto.html' title='New motto'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739485302222383691.post-1515117453779219206</id><published>2011-01-20T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:53:33.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='footrest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>The footrest story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This story was originally published on my collarme journal on &lt;b&gt;12/4/2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately, I've been thinking about having a boy as a piece of furniture, or at least a temporary tortured footrest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  strips down in front of me, keeping his eyes averted -- sometimes I  like a naughty sub, but this time, I want obeisance. He has on a collar  already, and wrist cuffs and a cock ring, as previously instructed. He  knows what's coming and he's nervous: as I run my hand down his chest, I  can feel his heart racing. I inspect his collar, cuffs and ring to make  sure they are just right, and this makes him start to get hard... so I  tug his balls forward and wrap latex tape around them -- around and  around, and up over his cock. This makes him go completely hard. He  forgets himself and unclasps his hands from behind his back -- I'll have  to punish him for that later. I would love to wrap latex tape around  his neck, too, however this particular boy cannot tolerate the choking  sensation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cockring has a convenient D-ring on it and I run  some rope through it and up to his collar. I play with him a bit,  leading him around the room. What a nice ass... he has shaved the crack  as instructed and I make him spread to see how it is nice and clean.  Good boy! He must hold that standing spread-cheek position while I walk  to the other side of the room, casually put on a latex glove, and grab  my leather paddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had originally planned to paddle him  tonight more for humiliation than actual pain, but now I tell him he  needs a bit more paddling for unclasping his hands during inspection  earlier. He must take this stoically as I warm him up. I tug at his  balls as I hit him. He moans a little, though doesn't say "ouch" (a word  that i consider a semi-safe word: won't totally break the mood, will  only be used when really needed). I paddle sternly: whop, whop, whop.&amp;nbsp;  His ass is getting quite pink and I keep hitting harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  his ass is red to my satisfaction, just at that burning stage, I put  some lube on my finger, have him spread again, and begin probing him.  I'm playing with him, too, as I spread plenty of lube inside, getting  him ready for something bigger. &lt;br /&gt;He starts moaning at the second  finger, pushing back against me, and then the third -- and I abruptly  pull my hand away. He stands there SO turned on and looking a little  slutty with his legs wide and ass practically begging for more. I ask  him: do you want more? Yes mistress, please, more! Can you take it?  Whatever you want, mistress! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a clever toy just for him.  He thinks it's a normal butt plug. It's a bit snug easing it inside him,  he gasps, then turns red with the blush traveling up to his face from  the feeling in his ass... I add a few more wraps of rope and latex tape  in strategic places securing the buttplug and I'm ready to construct my  footrest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on you elbows and knees, boy! And just like that,  his wrists and cockring are tied to his collar. He is immobile -- or  rather, further significant movement will cause pain to his cock and  balls. I flip the switch on his vibrating plug. He was maybe not  expecting that. The sensations inside him cause him to writhe but his  movement is restricted. I enjoy seeing him sqiurm, moan... it turns me  on and I'd like to shove his face onto my pussy. However this is a  footrest, so I grab my computer to read, prop my feet up on his back,  and stick my hand down my underwear.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4739485302222383691-1515117453779219206?l=pervygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1515117453779219206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/footrest-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/1515117453779219206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4739485302222383691/posts/default/1515117453779219206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/footrest-story.html' title='The footrest story'/><author><name>Pervygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
