Just Reinforcing I'm Not Owned By 2 Girls

Getting the most out of going out

I’ll start slow with tips to help you in a bar or a club. The reason I’ll start with these is because it’s easy game. Don’t worry if you’re not into bars or clubs, I’ll be giving tips for everyday situations very soon!

Where to go: Any bar or club will work for this, but I’ve found out sports bars are best, because there’s usually more guys around, and during big games they will probably be pretty buzzed. But your favorite bar or club will do just fine.

Who to go with: Girlfriends, of course, but not too many. One is definitely best, but two can also work. Never go with more than two friends though, large groups of girls will deter guys from approaching you. Of course it’s best if your friends are either less attractive than you are, or in a relationship (preferably both).

What to wear: This depends, when you go to a bar you should settle for jeans and a top, nice and simple, low-cut tops are best. For clubbing you can go for a a dress, or jeans and a top or skirt. The important thing to remember is that when you have something short on at the bottom, do not show a lot of cleavage, when you have a lot of cleavage, wear something long. Doing both at the same time will make you look trashy and most guys actually don’t go for that. Try to lay low on the accessories, guys don’t really care for them anyway.

What to do: The most important thing I’ve learned is to stay on the sides. This means that finding a table on the side at a bar, or dancing a little bit away from the huge crowd of people in clubs. This will make you easier to approach for guys. No guy wants to wade trough a sea of people to get to you. At the beginning of the night you’ll probably have to pay for your own drinks, go cheap and get some soda’s or water, you’ll be getting alcohol soon enough. Make yourself seen, sit or dance facing the crowd, go get drinks regularly, be goofy with your friends. It will help if you pretend to be a little tipsy.

What can you get: This one is all about the free drinks. Engage any guy who approaches you in some casual talk, and make sure to finish your glass. Most guys will get you a drink after a few minutes. This is where drinking soda comes in handy. If you were drinking a coke, tell him you would love another bacardi and coke or Whiskey and coke. Always aim high, start with expensive drinks, when he has doubts about that, you can always go for a simple wine.

Traps and how to avoid them: Guys don’t just give you drinks because they like you as a friend, we all know that. They will try to ‘get with you’ in several ways. 1. He asks you to dance with him. There are two escapes for this one, the first is to just silly dance with him, don’t let him get too close, and when the next song comes on say you don’t like it and stop dancing. The second is where the single friend comes in handy. Say you’re sorry, but you can’t leave your friend. 2. He asks for your number. Again, you have two options, the first is to give him a fake number, or block his number when you get home. The second is for those guys you might be able to use for another night out, simply give him your number, maybe go to the place with him and your friends again a few weeks later, and get more free drinks. The key when a guy has your number and text you is to send short texts back and wait a while before you text back, that way he stays in the dark. 3. He goes in for a kiss or starts becoming a little bit too touchy. Keep it simple, tell him he’s going to fast and you’re not that kind of girl. Some guys will get a bit grumpy at this point, if that’s the case, just dump him and go for the next sucker.

That’s all for today, hope you gals get all the drinks you want!

your posts say that he is locked permanently but he must need to take cage off for cleaning right? is he jerking in the shower when you not looking ? i cant imagine any man going so long with no cumming. maybe he not being truthful with you ? or maybe you not being truthful in your posts ?

Sometimes the questions make me wonder how some of you make it through the day.

I don't know what other word to use besides permanent, but obviously he has to remove it for some reasons. I take it off for medical visits, and for travel, because neither of us want that kind of attention. When we are away, he usually leaves his stainless steel cage home and packs one of the plastic ones. I lock him up after we get to our destination.

When weather is good, he goes out on his road bicycle. I allow him to unlock for that because he has tried going out cages, but will get chafed on long rides (he goes out for 25 to 50 miles at a time). I'd rather have him unlocked for a few hours if it means preventing being unlocked for a few days to heal. I seriously doubt that he would stop along the road to masturbate. And the rule is that he has to lock back up in the shower when he gets home, and to text me.

So, he is locked up all other times. Work, social occasions, around the house, sleeping, and especially during lovemaking. I think that some men take the word permanent too literally. This is not some Tumblr fantasy, we found a way to make this work in real life.

I feel like if I really applied myself I could be one half of a power couple. Power couples, to me, have a femdom tilt. That’s just how it is. And if you think that’s egotistical… look. I know what I want. I want a good boy who’s loyal, affectionate, and not afraid to be vulnerable with me. A boy who listens to my commands and actually wants to carry them out. A boy I can seek comfort in, who doesn’t make me feel annoyed and frustrated and on edge, like some people do. In return for all his good boy behavior I want to be able to take care of him, listen to him talk about his day, his hobbies and interests, just reciprocate everything. I want perfect balance. And, I want to take cute couples photos where you can tell I’m in charge, even if it’s subtle. Yes I’m smaller than him, but all it takes is one deliberate placement of my hand, or particular body language, and I think people might get a vibe. So um yeah.

One kick was enough?😈

“I beg your pardon?

WHAT did you just ask me?

Do you know what I do in downroute cheap hotel rooms to presumptuous, arrogant young men with one thing in their mind?

Yeah? F**k around and find out. Room 5009, Marriott Courtyard. Bring a belt and a bottle.”

HOMESCHOOLED

Out of the corner of her eye, Daisy could see Mrs. Wilder raise the leather strap up high for a brief moment before it sailed toward her completely exposed bottom at an alarming speed. 

Daisy winced.  

The sound of the strap cracking against her bare skin outpaced the sensations of pain and for a fleeting, wonderful handful of seconds, Daisy thought that maybe a strapping wasn't so bad after all.

But then the pain hit her like a tidal wave and she realized the truth.

In the time before the next stroke landed, seemingly a million thoughts raced through Daisy's mind all at once. How could it hurt so terribly? How could she possibly cope with 11 more?  Should she keep as quiet as possibly so that her parents don't overhear and find out how she slacked off with her tutor?  Would Mrs. Wilder tell them anyway?  Will they think she needs an additional spanking?  How many other 18-year-olds were still subject to getting their bare bums strapped?

CRACK!

The leather whipped across her skin once again, clearing all of those thoughts from her mind.  She bit her lip, already understanding that tears were close.  Mrs. Wilder clearly knew what she was doing, as Daisy's bottom was in agony after only two licks.

CRACK!

She would try harder.  Be better.  No more slacking off.  Daisy knew she absolutely had to because she couldn't bear the thought of laying over the desk again for Mrs. Wilder's strap.

CRACK!

The tears came and pitifully, Daisy reached back in an attempt to shield her battered butt.  Her thoughts were no longer clear and she wasn't really sure if she was trying to rub away the sting or just protect her ass from the onslaught.  Predictably, Mrs. Wilder was not amused and warned her that reaching back would add to her punishment if she did it again.

CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!

Three quick blasts of red, anguished pain and Daisy was practically standing up after the third one, crying loud and stomping her feet.  She begged for mercy.  Dimly, she realized that her parents would in fact be hearing her performance.  She wasn't sure if that meant she would get another spanking later or not, but she couldn't worry about that.

"You have five left, dear," Mrs. Wilder told her, her voice so calm it sounded eerily robotic. "Would you like them all quickly so we can be done with this?  The choice is yours."

Daisy nodded, but her heart skipped a beat. Five left? The number seemed impossibly high.  But she couldn't dwell on it.  Daisy closed her eyes.

"Then I want you to repeat after me, ok?"

Daisy grasped the far end of the desk so tightly that her knuckles were totally white.  She stood on her toes, ass up, only somewhat aware of how much of herself was visible to her tutor.  At that point, it didn't really matter.  It all felt like it was on fire.

"I want you to say, 'Please strap my bottom, Mrs. Wilder. I've been a naughty girl.'" Mrs. Wilder instructed.

Without opening her eyes, Daisy did her best to repeat what she had been told.

"P-P-Please s-s-strap-p m-my bottom, Mrs. W-W-Wilder.  I...I've b-been a n-n-naughty g-girl."

CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!