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Witchy
Over 90 days ago
Bisexual Female, 56
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Hmm, that reminds me- the safe word/codes.
What not to do:
If you agree that
Red = that fecking hurts, stop that right NOW!
Yellow = That's getting painful- ease off..
Green = Too mild, rack it up.
Don't ruin the moment with your experienced dom by yelling "Red! No, Yellow! No, Kinda Orange!"
It may well result in fits of laughter and ruin the moment. :mrgreen:
I should have listened when he said I was "far too lippy to be a sub." The cheek of the guy....
What not to do:
If you agree that
Red = that fecking hurts, stop that right NOW!
Yellow = That's getting painful- ease off..
Green = Too mild, rack it up.
Don't ruin the moment with your experienced dom by yelling "Red! No, Yellow! No, Kinda Orange!"
It may well result in fits of laughter and ruin the moment. :mrgreen:
I should have listened when he said I was "far too lippy to be a sub." The cheek of the guy....
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Introduce her to her husband first. She clearly has no clue who he is.
Sometimes Witchy you just say the right thing so well. :yinyang:
OK so the man have got some of the words wrong but I don't think it calls for that sort of comment.
You may be right Witchy but then you may also be hurtfully wrong.
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Possibly- but if the guy I was living with was on an open forum asking for advice on how to manipulate me, had a 3 year old profile on a swingers site and bisexual leanings (and I'll stand corrected by the OP if his wife knows about these things)...I'd certainly question how well I knew him
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Tescos have a good range in riding crops and they only a few quid
:shock: really???? might have to find my nearest tescos for a looksee then......just to see if you are correct nwc....thats all!!
You might need a Tesco's Extra. And they might be around £4-£6 from memory.
Allegedly.
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two very cute chicks and a very proud mummy hen who has managed to hatch her first two rare breed buff orpingtons. they are my first chicks and i have another broody sitting on eggs too. now i know my cock is producing the right stuff i can loan him out as well as sell extra eggs for hatching. anyone know of an sh for chickens? lol
whips
Well done on the chicks btw- our coop is still on the to do list.
Example- and I'm unashamedly picking on the "obvious" Tourettes trait as the beach awaits...
John Smith is meeting Her Maj- he has Tourettes, and has done some work in the community to set up a support group. As Lizzie reaches out to shake his hand and make some sort of banal statement, John shouts "TITS!" and then carries on as normal.
Do I laugh? Bet your life. And I think faced with that situation anyone would be hard pressed not to.
Some may think that makes me callous, I'd prefer to think I was just human.
John Smith is meeting Her Maj- he has Tourettes, and has done some work in the community to set up a support group. As Lizzie reaches out to shake his hand and make some sort of banal statement, John shouts "TITS!" and then carries on as normal.
Do I laugh? Bet your life. And I think faced with that situation anyone would be hard pressed not to.
Some may think that makes me callous, I'd prefer to think I was just human.
One thing stands out and yells *hoax* more than anything else. Yes, you would text someone and say "thanks for my birthday pressie" but would you feel the need to mention your age? Ever? I sure as hell never have. And why when you didn't respond did "she" continue to text?
Sounds to me that it's someone trying to draw attention to the under age aspect for whatever reason- possibly to try to get someone into trouble. You've done the right thing in reporting it- but I smell a rat.
Sounds to me that it's someone trying to draw attention to the under age aspect for whatever reason- possibly to try to get someone into trouble. You've done the right thing in reporting it- but I smell a rat.
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I have stopped reading newspapers, because the only thing I can believe and trust is the date.
Even the tits in the Daily Sport were false most of the time.
Pfffft you can read but take the Daily Sport? You'll be telling us that The Sun is a newspaper next!
Don't be daft- even Essex ain't that silly!
I have a "Flouncing Formula". It runs in stages, like an early warning "DEFCON" type system.
First comes the "Huff". They usually involve "the look." Stony silences may also be employed. At this point, the situation is salvageable. Huffs are a warning shot across the bow. They say "you've pissed me off. However, if you realise you're wrong at this point I can be appeased."
There are three "Huffs" to a...
"Harrumph" This is considerably more serious. If you've been remis enough to not notice the huffs, prepare for slamming doors.
The look will have developed into a glare that can curdle your seminal fluid. Salvaging the situation at this point is far more difficult. A full, public confession of your fuckwittery and pandering to any other whim I may have on the spot would be necessary. Oh, and by this point the dog will have been allowed to salivate on your dinner. Accept it. You deserve it. Failure to adequately pull the situation back will provoke:
The Flounce. To the untrained eye, this could be mistaken for a temper tantrum. However, most temper tantrums do not result in the loss of testicles. Visible signs of the start of flounce stage are flicking of hair, and stamping of feet. The look that progressed to a glare is now accompanied by a snarl. Think "The Exorcist" and you'll not be far wrong.
There is no escape from the consequences of your actions at this stage. If you're lucky, you'll be allowed to live a long life, full of opportunities for atonement. These will take the form of reminders of your wrongdoings, sometimes they will evoke guilt, sometimes physical pain. They will almost always be public. If you're unlucky- watch your back. There will be a one off punishment, but most likely it will involve a large vegetable and the members of the local "rugger buggers" team.
You will need to inspect any food/drinks you're lucky enough to be served for the rest of your life. Social events will be marred by my recounting the anecdote in which you provoked the flounce for years. When you have a large male gathering, they'll be informed that contrary to rumours, you don't suffer from premature ejaculation. It just seems that way because your penis is so small there's no travelling time to account for.
Get the picture? :twisted:
First comes the "Huff". They usually involve "the look." Stony silences may also be employed. At this point, the situation is salvageable. Huffs are a warning shot across the bow. They say "you've pissed me off. However, if you realise you're wrong at this point I can be appeased."
There are three "Huffs" to a...
"Harrumph" This is considerably more serious. If you've been remis enough to not notice the huffs, prepare for slamming doors.
The look will have developed into a glare that can curdle your seminal fluid. Salvaging the situation at this point is far more difficult. A full, public confession of your fuckwittery and pandering to any other whim I may have on the spot would be necessary. Oh, and by this point the dog will have been allowed to salivate on your dinner. Accept it. You deserve it. Failure to adequately pull the situation back will provoke:
The Flounce. To the untrained eye, this could be mistaken for a temper tantrum. However, most temper tantrums do not result in the loss of testicles. Visible signs of the start of flounce stage are flicking of hair, and stamping of feet. The look that progressed to a glare is now accompanied by a snarl. Think "The Exorcist" and you'll not be far wrong.
There is no escape from the consequences of your actions at this stage. If you're lucky, you'll be allowed to live a long life, full of opportunities for atonement. These will take the form of reminders of your wrongdoings, sometimes they will evoke guilt, sometimes physical pain. They will almost always be public. If you're unlucky- watch your back. There will be a one off punishment, but most likely it will involve a large vegetable and the members of the local "rugger buggers" team.
You will need to inspect any food/drinks you're lucky enough to be served for the rest of your life. Social events will be marred by my recounting the anecdote in which you provoked the flounce for years. When you have a large male gathering, they'll be informed that contrary to rumours, you don't suffer from premature ejaculation. It just seems that way because your penis is so small there's no travelling time to account for.
Get the picture? :twisted:
I'd fill it in, but two of my best mates work in the field so I'm not sure my knowledge of the subject is entirely representative...and...
there's no option for "I don't eat fish, shellfish, or anything else (apart from sailors) that's spent any time in the sea, thank you very much. Eww."
Good luck, and :welcome:
there's no option for "I don't eat fish, shellfish, or anything else (apart from sailors) that's spent any time in the sea, thank you very much. Eww."
Good luck, and :welcome:
What about the 100% wholehearted flounce- done in a way to hopefully promote some introspection from some quarters...proper "pushed the cancel button" flouncing...only to have some swine/swines come in & unflounce you?
Being unflounced is quite traumatic. I'm in talks with claims direct as we speak for "post unflouncing stress syndrome" PUSS for short.
Being unflounced is quite traumatic. I'm in talks with claims direct as we speak for "post unflouncing stress syndrome" PUSS for short.
