You ever just can’t fucking believe the bullshit people spew on a daily basis when they’re tryin’ to impress someone? Sometimes I wonder how people can’t smell it comin’ from a fuckin’ mile away. Totally, completely unrelated— Anyone know a good spot with great free wifi? I got some shit to do tonight and I’m fucking itching for some trouble. And maybe some bloody knuckles.
45 notes
·
View notes
viennasloane:
I think your weird and my weird are a far cry from one another, so I don’t think that you have to fear.
I don’t really do friends.
I didn’t hear a no.
And that’s what all the cool-standoffish chicks say. It’s one of those ‘im a bad bitch’ cliches! Stop trying to be cooler than me already it’s really unfair.
32 notes
·
View notes
Would it be alight if you gave me my first maintenance punishment, Daddy? I don’t know what you could do to punish me though.... make me write a 3k word essay? I’d hate that.
With the new regulations regarding maintenance punishments/subbing going into effect, I’m offering to assist any sub in need of a practiced dominant. The details of said punishments/subbing are up for discussion.
19 notes
·
View notes
Why does this read like poetry? The story, the drama, the intrigue.
Please tell me how this happened, I have to know for science.
I would recommend starting with an open window but I would imagine you’ve done that bit already.
So just totally hypothetically, how would one get an awful burned smell out of their apartment? Also how would one get a new smoke detector?
58 notes
·
View notes
Hello
So you seem to be the new weird brunette on the block- I’ll warn you I have that role locked down tight. So like... watch your back lol.
I’m kidding.
Anyway, I propose friendship in exchange for my silence - I know this has nothing to do with your statement but I had things to say so yeah.
As someone who usually fills her bi-weekly quota by random encounter I find this whole Dom choosing the sub exercise to be limiting and infinitely dull
32 notes
·
View notes
katbarton:
I’m so mad you decided to use jpeg.
I didn’t want to copy you. Would you have preferred .pdf?
27 notes
·
View notes
viennasloane:
I was just asking a question, why did you buy it if doesn’t work?
I didnt know it was broken until afterwards. Do you know how to fix mysterious lamps?
27 notes
·
View notes
submissivebenji:
Yaaas, I’m excite.
We can be like those dumbass moths from A Bug’s Life.
Bump into the light a lot and wear big goggles. If you don’t be a moth with me this halloween I’m officially going to be upsetttt
27 notes
·
View notes
cam-mccormick:
Sure thing. She likes The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, and Emma by Jane Austen– for a few examples. Classical literature written by women. Very argumentative, outspoken, if you get her started on current events it’s hard to get her to stop. She was very involved with the submissive rights movement before she had me and my brother, but she still talks about it often.
Why not? It sounds.. fun. But I doubt I’ll be walking too close to the water. A little bit. Is that something you’re interested in?
Oh, well I haven’t read The Bell Jar before so she can tell me all about it. She sounds really amazing, Sir! A+ Mom content honestly. Maybe she’d enjoy signing up for some online rights mobalisation- she doesn’t need to leave the house for that and she can feel like she’s still part of things?
It’s very fun, I just never imagined you and... ducks before. I’ve imagined you and a lot of other things... What is? Science? To a degree- I like hearing people talk about their stuff and learning things that I don’t know. You taught me a few things sir, and I value that a lot.
109 notes
·
View notes
marcusreeddom:
“A willingness to learn and communicate can trump experience,” he said, then nodded. “A contract is accaptable. Rules do help keep order, don’t they. As for use of the pool, that’s open to you any time. I don’t mind if you come by when I have guests. I’m not a shy man.” He motioned to the pool and lounge chairs. “Even if I’m out, you can come up to use the pool, library, movie room or kitchen. And yes, you can call me Daddy.”
Luna listened intently and nodded. She really felt like she was lucking out- she was getting so many opportunities here AND he didn’t seem like he was going to make her feel like a weird sex slave that would make her family cry. Besides, he was hot and he had a strong hand that she liked about him. “So would I get a key?” She asked, dabbing at her cheek with a napkin. “An what would be the first thing you would want in exchange, Daddy?” She pondered the new name and decided it felt right.
15 notes
·
View notes
marcusreeddom:
I did take a basic electronics course in school and can change a light fixture, but I feel more comfortable allowing a licenced electrician to handle such matters. Would you like to bring the lamp over and work on it in my work room?
Yeah ok. I can take it over and you can have a look if you want? You’re good at, like, everything Sir it’s a real bummer for the rest of us.
27 notes
·
View notes
marcusreeddom:
Marcus smoothed her hair. “Having a disagreement with someone doesn’t mean you have to cut off contact.” He wondered if the Rosemary she was speaking of was the young woman who had been a victim of the Nameless’s punishments.
“But she was a nasty bitch. Just because there’s a point buried in what you’re saying it doesn’t give you the right to be nasty and rude about it.” She grumbled “And I don’t want to speak to her anymore... except at birthdays and christmases when I have to because she’s my cousin.”
17 notes
·
View notes
domvalentina:
So, you didn’t real what I said, then. God, this city doesn’t need scenes half as bad as it needs first grade schooling, apparently. On that note, I’ll also direct you here so maybe this conversation can move into at least slightly productive territory.
I’d be watching actually, mostly. If I’m trying to teach someone the ropes of Dominance, so to speak, I can’t steal the spotlight – as hard as that is for me.
Oh, I’m sorry. Thanks for the info. I didn’t mean to be an idiot. I swear I’m not usually just an utter moron on main.... mostly. Actually I am quite a lot but you also kinda scare me and that makes me ramble and then I make it worse.
So yeah.... sorry ‘bout that. Miss... Ma’am.
Oh yeah that makes sense though- that last bit.
24 notes
·
View notes
detectivebeck:
“Well, one very sad orphan to another —”
“Learn some damn manners. I demand recompense for the undue stress you’ve put on my retinas. Coffee will do.”
“Oh damn. You also get to play the ad orphan card? I’m sorry. That really sucks.”
“Oh yeah, I can do that. Like... right now?”
42 notes
·
View notes
allyxroman:
Allison couldn’t help the way her brow arched slightly. If she didn’t want to? Not like she had much of a choice given it was literally her job. She kept the snide thoughts to herself though. The annoyance she felt dissolved though just as quickly as it escalated and now she found herself frowning a bit, tilting her head as she looked down at the girl, “I can get that. Strawberry milkshake. Are you…okay though?”
Luna let out a breath when the storm seemed to pass and the look she was receiving mimicked something closer to a silent question of which meds she didn’t take that morning. “I’m good... I just have this thing against the idea of people... like, yelling at me? I seem to... y’know... not like it.” She explained uncomfortably “That’s a my bad though like, I’m just.. weird. And not like quirky ohmygoshiamsoweirdd weird but like... weird and it’s not conducive to like, life. But anyway. Milkshake please? Sorry for literally taking ALL your time.”
58 notes
·
View notes
detectivebeck:
“You know, most people excuse themselves to a secluded area like … oh, I don’t know, a bathroom to pick their wedgie.”
“But, you know what? You do you. I respect it.”
“I wasn’t thinking! These things just happen! I’m gonna fully play the ‘my parents died when i was young’ card and say I was never taught manners so you can’t really scold me for it I’m a very sad orphan and I’m sorry for your eyes.”
42 notes
·
View notes
“Not... if... you don’t want to?” Luna replied, looking around to see if she was going to get backed up if a fistfight broke out right here and now from the tone she’d been presented with. “I can get the mlkshake myself if you want? Like, just point me to the kitchen and I can walk to serve myself if that’s a thing you do here? Or, like, not? I guess it’s up to you?” Luna rambled, clutching at her menu in her booth. “It’s... strawberry though. The milkshake I’d drink if I had one.”
Ally hated working weekends–not because she had much of a life outside of here, but because it meant the diner was open late and more likely than not, she was always given the closing shift. Just one of the many ‘perks’ of being one of the few switches on the staff. It was a bonus point that the clientele tended to be on the drunker side of the spectrum after midnight. Case in point the table she just finished with that left spilt beer and took one of the cups still full of a drink. With a sigh she snagged the soggy tip left on the table and went to the next, trying not to look as tired as she felt or let her annoyance seep into her tone as she gave the person a little smile, “Hey, can I get you anything?”
58 notes
·
View notes