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2024.05.15 06:21 Ok-Advantage-1772 Is My Gender Confusion Just Isolation? (plus some personal gender ramblings)
I can feel myself slipping back into uncertainty in regards to my gender, and it occurs to me "am I just lonely?"
Pretty much all of my life, I've never felt a real sense of community. I've maintained zero contact with any of my friends since I graduated, and even when I was in school I would only ever see my friends *in* school. I would never get invited to hang out, and I could never bring myself to invite people to hang out (not that I could think of anything to do, anyways). Even to my friends, I was much too reserved, I never initiated conversations and would rarely speak of myself in any genuine capacity.
And now I'm just a shut-in. I may as well be a stranger to my own family, even though we live in the same household: we almost never hang out, except on rare occasions; I almost never leave my room, as I'm never given a reason to; we don't even have dinner together 99% of the time, and half the time dinner is just handed to me from the other side of my door. It's a very isolating life I lead, and I've always existed in this paradoxical relationship of always craving a sense of community but never allowing myself/creating the opportunity to get super close with people.
And now as I sit here, spiraling back down into self-doubt and confusion, I can't help but wonder, is it just a lack of proper socialization? Could it be that I just don't have anything to build off of because the amount of people I see and have any meaningful interaction with in a day probably averages less than one?
This isn't to say that I think all gender-stuff is social-related. There are signs within myself that I would probably prefer being a woman: I like womanly things (notably fashion), I like when online strangers treat me like a woman, I lament the fact that I'll never get pregnant, (small delve into some possible NSFW topics in the spoilered text, but I don't think it's enough to tag the entire post as NSFW) fantasizing about having sex as a woman feels infinitely better than fantasizing about having sex as a man, I sometimes imagine myself as a woman while doing mundane things, I am a woman in most of my general fantasies (including when I had an imaginary girlfriend (I mean, she's still there, but not nearly as much as she was)), that imagining and fantasizing of myself as a woman has always felt good, I am irrationally drawn to choosing feminine character models in video games (even in games where it doesn't matter and you don't even see the character 99% of the time, like Trackmania), and I felt joy when I initially started shaving. But, I don't necessarily hate being a man, I am mostly "eh" about it. The closest I have to what registers as likely dysphoria is the above-mentioned desire to be and depression from not being able to be pregnant, (see the above warning) discomfort when imagining sex-stuff happening to my dick (but some positive feeling when imagining sex-stuff happening to my non-existent vagina), a cold "I don't like it but it technically feels good" type of pleasure when I used to masturbate in the usual way (which had me thinking fondly of castration and chastity belts for a while. It's possible this was just burnout, tho, as I used to do it daily, like an addiction),and that feeling when I saw how flabby my man-boobs were when bending to shave my legs (but that could possibly instead be dysmorphia). It's also likely I'm majorly repressing my dysphoria, my mind more-or-less shouted as much to me near the end of the recently-ended couple-year period when I was in a near-constant state of daydreaming (the before-mentioned period when my imaginary girlfriend was a consistent figure in my life).
Writing this, I think, got me back out of my slump. Yeah, I think I would prefer being a woman. It's just easy to fall into the trap of self-doubt and uncertainty, which is why I'm scared to come out to my parents because I don't trust them to not make an entire encounter about it, which, knowing my personality, would just send me spiraling back into another decades-long confusion-era. No one's making this choice for me but me; it's not just a kink thing; it's not a "haha wouldn't it be rad if I had tits," I don't even care about tits. I just want to love and be loved as a woman; and, ultimately, isn't the goal of life to love and be loved?
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2024.05.15 04:12 Equal-Bar-3828 #sissygasm #sissy #dildo #transgirl #anal #orghasm #analorghasm
Hi everyone, I need advice who is also a transgender girl, or sissy, and everyone who has ever had an orgasm by stimulating only the prostate with hands, toys, and not touched the cock or was in the chastity belt, I really want to get sissygasm for a long time, and have tried different ways, each of my orgasms is only using dildo, I have tried cumming a lot, and then not use the penis to get sissygasm, but I didn't succeed, And now I abstain from orgasms for more than a week, I don't touch the penis, and when I'm horny, I use dildo to relieve sexual tension, but even when I'm very horny, and I try to stimulate the prostate, I also tried to do it with my fingers, pressed and stimulated my prostate, at most, it's a very large amount of lubricant from the penis, or urine comes out of me. Who managed to do this, and who has experienced sissygasm or does it all the time, share your story about how you came to this achievement, many thanks to everyone who answers me in advance, it will be very much It is interesting to read, and I will answer you, and in the future I will share my successes!
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2024.05.15 01:55 Equal-Bar-3828 #sissygasm #sissy #dildo #transgirl #anal #orghasm #analorghasm
Hi everyone, I need advice who is also a transgender girl, or sissy, and everyone who has ever had an orgasm by stimulating only the prostate with hands, toys, and not touched the cock or was in the chastity belt, I really want to get sissygasm for a long time, and have tried different ways, each of my orgasms is only using dildo, I have tried cumming a lot, and then not use the penis to get sissygasm, but I didn't succeed, And now I abstain from orgasms for more than a week, I don't touch the penis, and when I'm horny, I use dildo to relieve sexual tension, but even when I'm very horny, and I try to stimulate the prostate, I also tried to do it with my fingers, pressed and stimulated my prostate, at most, it's a very large amount of lubricant from the penis, or urine comes out of me. Who managed to do this, and who has experienced sissygasm or does it all the time, share your story about how you came to this achievement, many thanks to everyone who answers me in advance, it will be very much It is interesting to read, and I will answer you, and in the future I will share my successes!
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2024.05.13 07:26 XXX-NAUT [FANFICTION] “The Right to Uncensor” (Rikishi x Steven Richards)
Rikishi had been brawling backstage with the leader of the Right to Censor, Steven Richards. Steven had ambushed Rikishi after he was tired from his last match. The RTC had tried for a few weeks to “censor” Rikishi’s ass for the people watching but their plans were foiled every time. So, Steven had taken it upon himself to teach Rikishi a lesson. The rest of the RTC were gone for the night and the same went for Too Cool so neither men could rely on backup tonight.
Their brawl had taken them to the men’s shower room where Rikishi was gaining the upper hand. Rikishi eventually countered with some blows, pushing Steven against the one of the shower stall’s doors. With a strong side kick, Rikishi knocked Steven inside the shower stall. Steven hit the shower wall hard and the impact caused him to slump down and sit against the wall.
Rikishi caught his breath as he looked down at Steven, sitting there injured and vulnerable. Rikishi smiled as he thought of what to do next.
“You like your little censorship club, huh, Steven? Well now you’re going to join MY special club. That’s right, get ready to join Rikishi’s Kiss My Ass Club!” Rikishi announced.
Steven was too groggy to answer and all he could do was look up to see Rikishi unbuttoning the back of his belt. Rikishi then tossed his belt behind him and slowly began to pull down his thong. Rikishi savored the look of shock on Steven’s face as he teasingly pulled his thong down lower and lower. He lifted one leg up and then the other to pull his thong off. Steven was speechless as he looked up to see Rikishi naked save for his boots, necklace and pads.
Rikishi stepped further inside. The shower stall was big enough for one man so having Rikishi in there made things cramped. Steven had no way out. Once Rikishi was in front of him, he turned around to show Steven his thick bare ass, still sweaty from his previous match. Rikishi put his hands to the side walls of the stall so he can grip them for balance. He then gyrated his hips to taunt Steven. Steven was about to yell but it was cut off by Rikishi’s ass being thrusted into his face, slamming the back of his head against the wall.
Rikishi was giving Steven a bare-assed stinkface and he did not have the strength to push Rikishi’s ass off his face. He tried to but all he was doing was getting two hands full of Rikishi’s toned, tanned ass.
Steven was caught with his mouth open so he was tasting the musky sweat-drenched ass of Rikishi. It left a distinct taste and smell, one that was being left on Steven’s face. Rikishi grinded his hips so that even when Steven tried to turn his head away, Rikishi would always put Steven’s face between his cheeks.
Rikishi then played with Steven, moving his hips in an up-and-down motion, literally wiping his ass with Steven’s face. Steven’s face was so engulfed in Rikishi’s ass his nose was penetrating his asshole and his chin was getting slapped by Rikishi’s balls.
After a few seconds, Rikishi stopped his stinkface and turned to looked down on Steven. Steven gasped for air and tried to wipe the taste and smell of Rikishi’s ass off his face and mouth.
“Ugh! How can people like this!?” Steven asked.
“If you don’t like it at first, you learn to appreciate it over time,” Rikishi laughed. “But we’re not done yet.”
Rikishi then picked Steven up and pushed him against the wall. He undid Steven’s belt and yanked his pants and underwear down. Before Steven could react, Rikishi turned around and slammed his bare ass against Steven’s naked crotch. Steven involuntarily grabbed Rikishi’s ass in an attempt push him off but it did not work.
“You got to taste and smell how good my ass is but now you’re going to FEEL how good it is…” Rikishi teased as he grinded his ass against Steven’s crotch.
Steven closed his eyes and he pretended that Rikishi’s ass cheeks weren’t rubbing his cock right now. As soon as his cock was twitching, Rikishi was being filled with relish as Steven was being filled with regret.
“Don’t fight it Steven. It’s alright. This is a dream come true for some people,” Rikishi teased. “Just relax and think about someone you like.”
Steven kept his eyes closed and tried to think about someone other than Rikishi right now. His thoughts went to his faction, The Right to Censor, with one person in particular.
“Ivory…” Steven whispered. He remembered one time where he watched Ivory in a bikini contest and jerked off to her. And another time where he caught her undressing and savored the sight of her naked body. Steven would never tell her this out of respect and their vow of chastity.
“Come on Steven…come and get this ass…”
Steven recognized the voice not as Rikishi’s but as Ivory’s. He opened his eyes and looked down to see Ivory naked and grinding her ass against his crotch. His cock was now becoming more erect and once at full mast, ‘Ivory’ positioned herself so that Steven’s cock would slowly insert into her asshole.
Rikishi groaned and smiled as Steven was lost in his little world. The wake-up call he was going to give Steven was going to be worth every second.
Steven closed his eyes let ‘Ivory’ continue this pleasure. She bounced on and off his cock grabbing both sides of the walls to brace herself. Steven also started to rock his hips and pretty soon, he was fully fucking ‘Ivory’s’ ass.
Rikishi felt Steven grip his hips as he got lost in his fantasy. He was so lost that he didn’t notice his balls slapping against Rikishi’s. Rikishi’s asshole was just so tight and warm he just did not care. To Steven, he was giving Ivory the pounding of a lifetime.
“Oh Ivory…oh fuck…” Steven panted.
Steven could feel his climax approaching. He tossed his head back and held on for dear life as he came in ‘Ivory’s’ ass. After a few loads, he slunk back down and sat as he caught his breath.
His afterglow would be short-lived as he felt something long and firm slip into his mouth. He opened his eyes in shock: Rikishi had just shoved his thick cock into Steven’s mouth!
Steven, back in reality, now realized that he’s been pounding Rikishi’s ass this whole time. The anal sex had gotten Rikishi so erect and aroused that he needed to release desperately. Rikishi put one hand against the wall and another on Steven’s head as he thrusted in and out of his mouth.
Steven’s strength was sapped at this point yet he grabbed Rikishi’s thighs and tried to push him off. He struggled as he got a full taste of Rikishi’s cock and pre-cum. His fear and desperation increased as he felt Rikishi’s cock throb. He knew what was coming next.
Rikishi used both hands to grab Steven’s head and thrusted so deep that his balls were slapping Steven’s chin and his tip was touching the back of Steven’s throat. Rikishi didn’t care if Steven was trying to pry his hands off his head. After a few more thrusts, Rikishi finally came in Steven’s mouth. Steven moaned in an attempt to scream as he involuntarily swallowed several loads of thick cum.
Rikishi groaned as he pulled out, leaving a trail of cum on Steven’s mouth and chin. Steven hunched over and spat some of the cum that was in mouth but that would not take away the taste. He felt ashamed. Several months of chastity only to give in to the temptations of one man’s ass. The greatest ass in the WWE.
Rikishi recovered from his ecstasy and picked up his thong. He turned to turn on the shower head, letting the water fall on Steven. Steven looked up only to have Rikishi’s thong land on his head. He looked up to see Rikishi looking back on him, a trail of cum leaking out of his ass and down his thighs.
“Welcome to the club Steven. Oh, and I promise not to tell Ivory,” Rikishi laughed. Rikishi smacked his ass cheeks as he walked away, leaving Steven to shower in shame.
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2024.05.12 17:00 Smolesworthy Choose Your Own Adventure
The opening to Not-Knowing: The Essays and Interviews of Donald Barthelme.
Let us suppose that someone is writing a story. From the world of conventional signs he takes an azalea bush, plants it in a pleasant park. He takes a gold pocket watch from the world of conventional signs and places it under the azalea bush. He takes from the same rich source a handsome thief and a chastity belt, places the thief in the chastity belt and lays him tenderly under the azalea, not neglecting to wind the gold pocket watch so that its ticking will, at length, awaken the now-sleeping thief. From the Sarah Lawrence campus he borrows a pair of seniors, Jacqueline and Jemima, and sets them to walking in the vicinity of the azalea bush and the handsome, chaste thief. Jacqueline and Jemima have just failed the Graduate Record Examination and are cursing God in colorful Sarah Lawrence language. What happens next? Of course, I don't know.
From Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey
I think a good novel would be where a bunch of men on a ship are looking for a whale. They look and look, but you know what? They never find him. And you know why they never find him? It doesn't say. The book leaves it up to you, the reader, to decide. Then, at the very end, there's a page you can lick and it tastes like Kool-Aid.
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2024.05.10 20:45 Yurii_S_Kh John, Our Companion in Tribulation, and in the Kingdom and Patience of Jesus Christ. Revelation: Removing the Veil, Part 7
| Lamp of the Church of Ephesus With God’s help, we’ll continue our talks today about the Revelation of the Apostle and Evangelist John the Theologian. Last time, we said that the Apostle John addresses seven Churches that are in Asia Minor. He wishes them grace … and peace, from Him Which is, and Which was, and Which is to come; and from the seven Spirits which are before His throne; And from Jesus Christ, Who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto Him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own Blood, And hath made us kings and priests unto God and His Father; [Who] cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see Him, every man, and they also which pierced Him: and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of Him. Even so, Amen (Rev. 1:4-7). All of this will definitely happen. And after this, Christ Himself, Who spoke with the Apostle and Evangelist John, continues: I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, Which is, and Which was, and Which is to come, the Almighty (Rev. 1:8). We said that this refers to the Holy Trinity. One of the most significant and frequent references to the Holy Trinity is in the text of Revelation. https://preview.redd.it/pw4zvb1b9nzc1.png?width=700&format=png&auto=webp&s=fa9e5dbe37deb64233c28bb102421548050ac266 We’ll now turn to chapter 1, verse 9, which says the following: I John, who also am your brother, and companion in tribulation, and in the kingdom and patience of Jesus Christ, was in the isle that is called Patmos, for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus Christ (Rev. 1:9). John the Apostle and Evangelist, our brother and partner in tribulation, in the kingdom and patience, known to us by the power of our Lord Jesus Christ, was in exile on the island of Patmos for the word and testimony of God. He says this here so his further words would be trustworthy, assured, not words thrown to the wind, vague and unclear; so he gives his name, saying: “It’s John, your brother, who participates with you in sorrows, in the kingdom, and in patience by the power of Jesus Christ.” He says he ended up on the island of Patmos, where they sent him to prison for his testimony of Christ and for the word of God. You see that the way of the Holy Apostles resembled the life of Christ. They weren’t successful in a worldly way, not everything went well in their lives, they had no worldly power or authority, but they were people who went through many sorrows, difficulties, trials, and exiles. And note that the Apostle John wrote Revelation at the end of his life. He was already quite old, but despite this, he was exiled to the island of Patmos. In those days of course, Patmos wasn’t like it is today, where we go for vacation. It was an arid island, unsettled. And if people were exiled there, it means it was a very difficult place to live. Nicolas Poussin, Landscape with St. John on Patmos He was there because he testified about Jesus Christ; he was imprisoned on Patmos for preaching Christ and for the word of God. The Apostle experienced many sorrows. When we say “tribulations,” we don’t mean just the sorrows and strained circumstances in which the saints found themselves. The word “tribulation” (from the Greek “η θλίψη”—“to melt”) means “complete crushing” (from the Greek “λιώνω”), when a man “melts,” “is crushed.” Therefore, through tribulation, patience, and faith, the saints became partakers of the coming Kingdom of Christ. But only the man who has faith has patience. If a man has little faith, then he’s impatient; he wants everything to happen quickly, this minute, and in the way that he wants it. He quickly loses his composure and hope and finds himself in a state of panic. A patient man believes in God and awaits a resolution of circumstances from Him. In the tenth verse we read: I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s Day, and heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet (Rev. 1:10). The Apostle says he was in a state of rapture in the Holy Spirit—that’s how we should understand the words I was in the Spirit. He was in a moment of the visitation of grace, as today’s elders who had such experience would say. The Holy Spirit enraptures a man and reveals to him the events that are going to happen. As we already said in our preliminary talks, many people talk about their revelations and visions today. However, the experience of the visitation of the Holy Spirit differs from the experience of being deceived by satan in that the people of God are conscious and understand what’s happening; they don’t lose clarity. Their awareness doesn’t leave them; they know who they are, where they are; they know that they see what God shows them, not someone who suddenly came out of nowhere. They know it’s a visitation of God, not the result of their virtues and their own strength. And most importantly, these people are distinguished by deep humility. These are humble, spiritual, ascetic people whom the Church knows and can testify to. The Theotokos appears to St. Sergius of Radonezh, 17th C. People who are characterized by egotism, vainglory, and pride, who believe that “only us and no one else,” who think that everything they see and know, everything they experience, is indisputable, because they say so. Such people don’t have the Spirit of God within them. They’re in a state of prelest, of delusion. Egotism is the seal of delusion. Humility is the seal of grace. People with grace know themselves; they don’t lose their identity. They’re not like people who have fallen, who have lost their consciousness and seen and done some things in this state. Then it may turn out to be true, but we mustn’t forget that the devil has power if a man allows him to mimic the action of grace. The devil often parodies the works of God. He tries to behave like God in order to deceive people. We have to be very careful. And first of all, the seal of truth is the Church, then holiness, a virtuous life, and the humility of a man who has such experience. Thus, the Apostle John was in a state of grace on a Sunday. This is the first time in the New Testament that the day after Saturday is called “the Lord’s Day.” It wasn’t called that before—we Christians started calling it that. This is the Lord’s Day, dedicated to the Lord. The Jews called it “the day after the Sabbath.” The Apostle was in a state of grace on Sunday and heard a loud voice coming from behind him. The voice was like the sound of a trumpet. A strong voice. Who was it that spoke? We read in the next verse: I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last: and, What thou seest, write in a book, and send it unto the seven Churches which are in Asia; unto Ephesus, and unto Smyrna, and unto Pergamos, and unto Thyatira, and unto Sardis, and unto Philadelphia, and unto Laodicea (Rev. 1:11). https://preview.redd.it/ntj2ipyj9nzc1.png?width=700&format=png&auto=webp&s=41c8032007313aac8246660fbce5e7a8721a5927 The number seven always serves as a sign of completeness; that is, these words were to be conveyed to “all the Churches,” but especially to those Churches that were in the area of Ephesus: Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamos, Thyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia, and Laodicea. None of these Churches exist today. They were all in Asia Minor. They were taken away by our friends the Turks. I’m saying this to show you that God isn’t connected to places. God has no geographical ties. This is evidenced by the fact that all the Churches that the Holy Spirit addressed have disappeared. They disappeared because of our lack of ingenuity and intelligence. God save us! I don’t know what else is going to disappear. God isn’t connected to a place; He is beyond the bounds of places; He’s not dependent on geography and doesn’t have human senses and feelings; He doesn’t depend on all that. But we humans need to be careful. So, write in a book, and send it unto the seven Churches. The Lord lists those Churches that were already founded by the Apostle and Evangelist John at that point, and later we’ll see how He speaks with these Churches. And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden lampstands (Rev. 1:12). The Apostle heard a voice behind him, like a trumpet, speaking to him, and he turned around to see who was talking to him. Having turned around, he saw seven golden lampstands. The Greek word used here is “λυχνοστάτης”—“stand,” “lamp holder,” not “λύχνος”—“lamp.” The Holy Fathers explain that “lampstand” is used here because the Church holds a lamp—the Gospel of Christ. Christ is the true Light, and the Church holds this lamp—it’s the stand for the lamp. The Holy Trinity And in the midst of the seven lampstands one like unto the Son of Man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle (Rev. 1:13). Amidst the lampstands, he saw Someone like a man. Why is he like a man? The Apostle talks about it below. He was clothed in a tunic covering His feet and girded with a golden belt. These were the garments of bishops and kings, to show the hierarchical and royal dignity of our Lord Jesus Christ, of Whom all the prophecies spoke. Now the Apostle John is beholding a vision. The Prophet Daniel saw and described practically the same vision in the Old Testament. If we turn to Daniel chapter 7, we’ll read about the vision of the Ancient of Days, Which appeared the same way the Apostle and Evangelist John describes Him. This is another proof that the prophets of the Old Testament saw Christ. In the New Testament, Christ is incarnate as a man, but in the Old Testament, He has no human nature. Christ, the Bodiless Word, spoke with the Prophets in the Old Testament; but in the New Testament, it’s the same Christ—the Incarnate Word. Thus, He saw a man dressed in a tunic and girded about the chest with a golden belt. The Fathers asked why the belt was about the chest. Did you know that the girdle has a symbolic meaning? In the past, in antiquity, people always wore a girdle, including the Jews. Let us recall the girdle of the Most Holy Theotokos. Reliquary with the girdle of the Most Holy Theotokos When Scripture speaks of the Holy Forerunner and Baptist of the Lord John, it says he was girded with a leather belt about his waist, which is why we monastics wear a leather belt. And priests wear a belt during the services. Therefore, kings and warriors in the Old Testament wore belts. Scripture says: Thou therefore gird up thy loins, and arise, and speak unto them all that I command thee (Jer. 1:17). The belt symbolizes chastity, abstinence, strength. It’s a symbol of the mortification of the old man. Therefore, St. John the Forerunner wore a leather belt, to demonstrate the mortification of the passions. The Jews believed that the desiring aspect of man is located in the area of the womb, so they tied a belt there, symbolizing chastity, which they should maintain. Do you remember the old yiayias who always wore a thin belt? Sometimes they were woven. You know, the Theotokos had the same kind. When I lived at Vatopedi and took care of the precious relics, I often took the Theotokos’ belt out of the reliquary to wipe off the dust and keep everything in order. The belt is very small, two fingers wide. It consists of three pieces. It used to be bigger, but it was stolen at one point, after which the fathers cut it into pieces so it wouldn’t be completely lost. It’s woven from camel hair. The Theotokos herself wove it and embroidered it with golden and green threads. Later, in gratitude for healing, Empress Zoe added the embroidery that has been preserved to this day. The Theotokos gave this belt to the Apostle Thomas as a blessing when they met. It reminds me of those narrow belts that our yiayias always wore. I remember whenever my yiayia would sew a dress, she always made a small belt that she tied at the top of those beautiful dresses that women wore then. Even clothes mattered. The order for the Sacrament of Baptism says the newly illumined should wear a robe, a white hat, and a belt. Why a belt? Because he’s a soldier now. He was baptized, girded with a belt, and he goes to fight satan, to defeat him. He needs to be girded. Therefore, a monk always wears a belt. At the time of the tonsure, we’re given monastic garments, including a belt. Moreover, the belt is leather, not fabric, or something else. The Holy Fathers explained that the Lord wore His girdle about His chest because He was free from passions and sins. To be continued… Metropolitan Athanasios of Limassol submitted by Yurii_S_Kh to SophiaWisdomOfGod [link] [comments] |
2024.05.09 09:31 imgaytrash Some thoughts about our local horny nun:
please be generous with her. pretty please. just give her a crumb of substance sometimes
I love “vestal is horny” jokes. I can take a joke i promise. It’s like every other meme about Occultist hitting the crit 0 bleed and Dismas shooting children on the spot or Reynauld committing mass larceny or whatever— it’s funny to flanderize people! I get it, I like it, and laugh at it. I’m just so tired of people dragging the “nymphomania” stuff into serious discussions about lore :/ so here’s my rant about it. (warning for incoming preachiness!)
Vestal is a very normal (allosexual) woman with a normal sex drive. There is NO indication that it’s an addiction or anything to be ashamed of.
I’ve seen people blame her for getting distracted from tending the Flame and using this to show how she has “no control over herself” and that her sex drive is consuming her. I hate this take because it’s exactly the mindset the Church would have imposed on her to make her feel ashamed about her natural impulses. She’s literally spent her life since childhood suffering through enforced chastity, knowing she would never be allowed to find love or even have a brief experience outside the convent walls. Hell, she’s not allowed to even see intimacy. That’s a terrible life to live, and when I’m not joking about it I definitely find it a tragedy. Seriously, imagine it yourself: you’re not allowed to see anyone in any kind of attractive light. Everybody dresses like-- well, like it's a convent. You’re forced to wear a chastity belt because you don’t own that part of your body any longer, the Church does, and the only bare skin you've ever seen is your own. If you’re caught touching yourself you’ll be tortured to death and all your friends will be dragged down alongside you.
In her backstory Vestal looked out of a window briefly and saw two people sharing something she would never be able to have. It’s not even guaranteed that it was sex— the way she touches her mouth implies the kissing is the part she longs for most. To her that scene of passion in the garden was a fleeting moment, a precious image, a memory that she would have held onto for the rest of her life to make the unbearable ache in her heart more bearable.
I mentioned this metaphor somewhere else: blaming Vestal for her actions here is like calling a man in a desert who drops everything for a drop of water an “addict”. The Church has guilted her into feeling crippling shame over her human impulses. When the Flame went out for just a second, she was tortured and her sisters were all starved to death, which is fucking insane and in NO WAY her fault. The Flame was definitely not as vital as the church made it out to be— the Light saved Junia’s life, and it continues to empower her even though she’s probably getting a lot more action now (hopefully!).
Sorry I’m so heated about this :( The themes of her story just hit very close to home for me. These old-fashioned, fantasy-Victorian ideas live on in the very real standards of purity that women are held to-- as if the urge for sex and the paralyzing power of beauty is not equally as powerful to women as to men. And I still see people genuinely defend the shame she feels and call her story "not traumatic", so I wanted to talk about why I feel that’s unfair. The jokes are hilarious but I don’t want to lose the underlying spirit of Junia’s character. People are pretty well able to define the difference between “haha reynauld steals things and doesn’t pay alimony” and “the crusader is a man deeply scarred by war to the point where he has abandoned the things that meant the most to him”, so i just hope people can see both valuable sides to Junia as well!!
Go back to making horny nun jokes now :3 Sorry if I made things too serious!
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2024.05.09 05:18 eddy_talon [WTS][BC] A bit more loads and loads of gear and accessories
Epic spring cleaning. PayPal, e-Transfer, or cash. Local in Metro Vancouver-area for meetup, can also ship. Currently not open to trades, sorry.
Gun parts and airsoft-specific accessories:
G&G AN/M18 red & yellow smoke grenade set ($50): SOLD! Full metal, great for storing BBs, etc. Correct markings for an AN/M18. Soft import ban - get while you can. Brand new, open box condition
Matrix Model 7920-9 9Bang flashbang ($20): SOLD! Polymer construction, great for storing BBs, etc. Soft import ban - get while you can. Brand new, open box condition
USGI Small Arms Sling (black)($15): SOLD! Genuine US military issue, 2-point nylon sling meant for the M4 Brand new, sealed
- USGI Pistol Lanyard (OD green)($10):
- Genuine US military issue, meant for the lanyard loop on the bottom of most pistols' grips, also used for the MX-991/U flashlight, M2 compass, etc.
- Brand new, sealed
- NCStar 1911 clamp-on rail ($10):
- Full metal, fits onto any classic-style 1911 with no rail (i.e. Marui Series 70, M1911A1)
- Brand new, open box condition. never used. Does NOT fit KWC as the frame is too thick - this is why I never used it.
UTG 400 Lumen Subcompact Pistol LED Flashlight ($30): SOLD! Uses 1 CR2 battery, full-metal construction, ambi toggle switch, momentary/constant modes, quick-detach mount Fits most pistols with a rail, made for real-steel firearms Lightly used, never gamed
- Magpul PTS MOE M4 handguard ($20):
- Drop-in replacement for standard Marui-type M4 AEG handguard w/ delta ring and cap.
- Comes with 3 plastic rail sections - 2 sides and 1 bottom.
- Gamed once. Good condition.
- AGM pistol optic rail ($10):
- Full metal, allows for top, side and bottom rails on pistol - side rail is removable
- Fits any pistol with bottom RIS rail and any slide height, including Desert Eagle
- Never gamed, just used for display
- KJ Works M9 metal outer barrel ($5):
- Full metal. Theoretically should fit any V1 Marui-type M9s/M92s
- A bit of wear from taking it out of my M9, but still functional.
RioRand Harris-style bipod (standard bipod/sling swivel stud mounted)($20): SOLD! Full metal construction with rubber feet. Fully adjustable. Fits standard bipod/sling swivel stud. Can be adapted for RIS. Only mounted once for display
- Element tan grippod ($10):
- This one, if you get it, you have to slam the legs back up the grip with authority to keep it there like the real thing. Slam it hard. Fits RIS/RAS rails.
- New, out of package condition. Never gamed.
- A&K KAC-style grip and rail cover panel set ($15):
- 5 piece set - includes 1x standard vertical foregrip, 2x 11-rib rail cover panels, and 2x 2-rib rail cover panels. Fits RIS/RAS rails
- Brand new
- Docter-style mini red dot sight (RIS-mounted)($25):
- Comes with a sight cover for storage
- Brand new, open box condition
AGM rail-mounted red laser ($20): SOLD! Full-metal construction, can fit pistols in addition to everything else with rails Lightly used, never gamed
- BCM-style vertical grip ($5):
- Fits RIS/RAS rails , a little ding on the screw from tightening, otherwise excellent condition
- UTG rail cover rubber grip panels ($5):
- Covers RIS/RAS rails, rubbePVC construction, Made in USA
- Used condition, needs cleaning, still works just fine. Free if you buy something else from me, just let me know if you want it!
- Element LaRue-licensed 30mm red dot sight mount($10):
- Full metal, made for all 30mm tubed sights, specifically the Aimpoint M68 CCO/CompM2, quick-detach mount
- Lightly used condition, never gamed
- Element QD 30mm magnifier twist mount ($10):
- Full metal, made for all 30mm tubed sights, specifically the Aimpoint and EOTech type magnifiers, quick-detach
- Lightly used condition, never gamed
Gear and other accessories:
- USGI Safariland SPEAR ELCS Deployment Kit ($900):
- All in NEW unissued condition and in M81 woodland camo unless otherwise stated
- All pieces are genuine US military issue gear, all made in the USA, this is THE kit issued to US SOCOM right before and during the initial operations in Afghanistan 2001.... "rare" doesn't even begin to describe some of the pieces here
- 1x Storage Organization Device (OD green)
- 1x Load Bearing Panel Set, (1 Left, 1 Right)
- 1x H-Harness Panel Set, (1 Left, 1 Right)
- 1x Shoulder Pad Assembly
- 2x Pouch, General Purpose, Large
- 2x Pouch, Ammo, M60/SAW, 100 Round
- 4x Pouch, Ammo, M16/M4, 30 Round, Double
- 2x Pouch, Ammo, 40mm, Single
- 2x Pouch, Medical
- 1x Pouch, Flashbang
- 2x Cover, Canteen, 2 Quart
- 2x ALICE Attachment Adapter
- 1x Manual
- USGI American Apparel USMC MCCUU Coat (Small-Short)(MARPAT Woodland)($50):
- Genuine US military surplus, Marine issue with the EGA emblem and branch tape
- Excellent used condition
- USGI American Apparel USMC MCCUU Pants (Small-Short)(MARPAT Woodland)($50):
- Genuine US military surplus, Marine issue with the EGA emblem and branch tape
- Excellent used condition
- USGI UNICOR 1995 PASGT Helmet (Medium)(OD green)($400):
- Genuine US military surplus - real Kevlar protection, supposedly stops 9mm
- Comes with the M81 woodland camo cover, a cat-eyes reflective band, and an NVG mount
- Working condition - this has definitely seen a deployment (not by me). No cracks or dents.
- USGI MOLLE II Rifleman Pack with Frame (M81 woodland)($50):
- Genuine US military surplus - part of the original overall MOLLE II infantry kit system of the late-1990s/early-2000s.
- Working condition - this has definitely seen a deployment (not by me), but has been taken care of as part of a Cold War display I had.
- USGI SDS MOLLE II Patrol Pack w/ stiffener (M81 woodland)($50):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE II system
- Working condition - this has definitely seen a deployment (not by me)
- 3x USGI SDS MOLLE II M4 mag pouch (double)(M81 Woodland)($10 each):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE II system
- It is marked as "double" as in it can hold two mags in a single slot, but it's a tight fit and, realistically, it's better used as a single mag pouch unless you stretch it out
- Brand new condition
- USGI SDS MOLLE I M16A2 mag bandolier (6 mags)(M81 Woodland)($20):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE I system - great as a backup/extra mag keeper in your backpack or trunk
- Good condition
- 17x USGI SDS MOLLE II 40mm HE grenade pouch (single)(M81 Woodland)($5 each):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE II system
- Brand new condition
- 2x USGI SDS MOLLE II 40mm HE grenade pouch (double)(M81 Woodland)($5 each):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE II system
- Brand new condition
- 2x USGI SDS MOLLE II 40mm pyrotechnic pouch (double)(M81 Woodland)($5 each):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE II system
- Brand new condition
- USGI SDS MOLLE II squad radio pouch (M81 Woodland)($10):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE II system
- Good condition
- 2x USGI SDS MOLLE II sustainment pouch (M81 woodland)($10 each):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE I rucksack set (goes on the sides of the ruck)
- Fits 2 MREs and many other things - it's a large pouch
- Good condition
- USGI Handcuffs and SDS MOLLE pouch (M81 woodland)($20):
- Genuine US military surplus, add-on to the MOLLE II system
- Brand new condition
- USGI SDS MOLLE II USMC E-Tool Pouch (M81 Woodland)($10):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE II system, meant for the standard folding shovel/e-tool
- Good condition
- USGI SDS MOLLE II canteen/NVG/general purpose pouch (M81 Woodland)($10):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE II system
- Good condition
USGI Camelbak Storm MOLLE I 3L hydration carrier (OD green)($20): SOLD! Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE II system This is also designed to fit INSIDE the patrol pack above Working condition, a soldier named "Miller" wrote his name on it - this has definitely seen a deployment (not by me)
- USGI SDS MOLLE II Ka-Bar knife sheath adapter (OD green)($5):
- Genuine US military surplus, meant as an add on to the MOLLE I package, fits the classic KA-BAR, M7/M9 bayonet, and issued machete scabbards/sheaths
- Good condition
- 2x USGI SDS ALICE adapter (OD green)($5):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the MOLLE I system
- Good condition
- Free with the purchase of any MOLLE gear, just ask beforehand!
- USGI Blackhawk! RACK MOLLE Motorola SABER radio pouch (M81 woodland)($40):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the Ranger RACK system
- Brand new condition
- USGI Blackhawk! RACK MOLLE AN/PRC-126 radio pouch (M81 woodland)($40):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the Ranger RACK system
- Brand new condition
- USGI Point Blank Interceptor OTV throat protector (M81 Woodland) w/ ballistic insert ($50):
- Genuine US military surplus - meant to attach to an OTV (Outer Tactical Vest). It comes with the ballistic insert that is supposed to be real NIJ Level III protection.
- Good condition
- USGI Bijan's Elbowpads (Medium)(M81 Woodland)($25):
- Genuine US military surplus
- Brand new condition
- USGI Bijan's Kneepads (Small)(M81 Woodland)($25):
- Genuine US military surplus
- Brand new condition
USGI Fulton MX-991/U flashlight (OD green)($15): SOLD! Genuine US military surplus, comes with red and IR lenses, runs on 2 D-cell batteries Brand new condition
- USGI 1 quart canteen (OD green)($5):
- Genuine US military surplus
- Never used, but outside has some scratches due to storage
- Free if you buy the canteen pouch above! Just ask.
- USGI ALICE compass pouch (OD green)($5):
- Genuine US military surplus, part of the old ALICE kit
- Brand new condition
- USGI ALICE AN/PVS-7 Night Vision Goggle pouch (OD Green)($30):
- Genuine US military surplus
- Good, used condition
- 3x USGI Fireforce ALICE 9mm pistol magazine pouch (OD Green)($5 each):
- Genuine US military surplus
- Good, used condition
USGI Bianchi Modular Assault Drop-Leg Panel (OD Green)($25): SOLD! Genuine US military surplus, meant to fit the M12 holster, but also any MOLLE or ALICE pouch or holster New
- USGI Bianchi M1415 Thumb Break Conversion (OD Green)($15):
- Genuine US military surplus, meant to replace the flap on the M12 holster with a simple quick-unsnap strap
- New
- USGI Camelbak Thermobak 3L (M81 Woodland)($25):
- Genuine US military surplus, sort of a late add on to MOLLE II, but it has no PALS webbing - it's designed to be loosely worn over chest rigs and plate carriers
- Good used condition
- USGI USMC Lightweight Helmet (LWH) helmet headband replacement (large)($5):
- Genuine US military surplus, replacement part for the USMC LWH helmet, although it is backwards-compatible with PASGT
- Brand new condition
- USGI M183 Demolition Charge Assembly satchel bag (OD green)($50):
- Genuine US military surplus
- New condition, but from the 70s
USGI Lightweight Combat Desert Boot (Size 8.5W)($50): SOLD! Genuine US military surplus Lightly used condition
- USGI PASGT Helmet liner band replacement (Medium)($5):
- Genuine US military surplus, comes with 4 retaining clips
- New
- USGI IFAK Insert (OD Green)($5):
- Genuine US military surplus, meant to hold the standard medical kit but is also a great, durable waterproof case that can protect phones and such
- New
- Rothco Commando Sweater (small-regular) ($10 each):
- One green, black and blue each available. Used surplus
- Rothco DBDU desert chocolate-chip camo BDU shorts (Small-Regular)($5):
Blackhawk! US-made nylon tactical belt (black)($15): SOLD! Brand new condition, fully-adjustable
- KA-BAR 1216S Kydex sheath for KA-BAR USMC (black)($10):
- USGI GS/FRP-2 Nomex Summer Flyer's Flight Gloves (Size: 8)(OD green)($15):
- Genuine US military surplus
- Size 8 which is small/medium more or less
- New condition
- Condor MOLLE shoulder stop (desert tan)($5):
- For those who like to put the buttstock of their long gun closer to their chest (popularized in the 2010s by some tactical training schools). Also works fine as a sort of grip pad for various uses.
- Brand new, no tags. Never gamed.
- Condor MOLLE Padded War Belt (desert tan) ($10):
- Fits all sizes. Brand new, no tags, Never gamed.
- Condor BinoculaLarge General Purpose MOLLE Pouch (black)($5):
- 3x Condor 20rd M16 mag/Small General Purpose MOLLE Pouch (black)($5 each):
- Warrior Cordura 1 qt. Canteen/NVG MOLLE pouch (DCU camo)($5):
- 2x Condor 20rd M16 mag/Small General Purpose MOLLE Pouch (grey)($5 each):
- Condor IFAK/Medium General Purpose MOLLE pouch (OD green)($5):
- Condor Cellphone/Electronics MOLLE Pouch (OD Green)($5)
- Phoenix Industries Velcro Admin MOLLE Pouch (OD Green)($5):
- Condor 2x 30rd AK mag + pistol mag pouch (OD green)($5):
- 4x Condor MOLLE Mod straps (OD green) ($5):
- 2x 4" and 2x 6" pieces
- Attaches anything to your MOLLE panels
- Brand new
- Propper boonie hat (OD green, Size 7)($10):
- Brand new, no tags. Never gamed.
- Rothco MICH 2000/ACH Helmet Cover (M81 Woodland w/ Velcro)($5):
- Brand new, no tags. Never gamed. A bit folded from storage
- Uses C-cell batteries (included). Comes with 4 different coloured lenses. Decent brightness for it's design - it's a classic design dating back to the Vietnam-era. Incredibly long runtime.
- Excellent condition. Carried in games a few times but never used
- Grappling hook set w/ rope ($25):
- Comes with a black MOLLE pouch
- Brand new
- Comes with a black MOLLE pouch
- Brand new
- Grappling hook set w/ rope ($25):
- Comes with a black MOLLE pouch
- Brand new
MTech MT-A845BK Folding Knife ($10): SOLD! Comes with a seatbelt cutter and window breaker, stainless steel, spring-assisted Brand new
- Cold Steel Rubber M9 Bayonet ($10):
- Rubbeplastic construction, fits on M4, M16, and any other rifle as long as it has the compatible hardware, namely the bayonet lug and flash hider (i.e. the one found on the STANDARD M4 with the fixed front sight and birdcage flash hider)
- Great for close-in encounters on the field or martial arts training
- Brand new
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2024.05.08 22:05 JaemzNugyen [WTS] GEAR CLEAN OUT SALE (AERO/MAGPUL/SAFARILAND/T-REX/UF PRO/GBRS/&MORE)
Timestamp:
https://i.imgur.com/1mXpLTT.jpg Album:
https://imgur.com/a/za2o7Ef Prices are shipped, taking offers and can do bundle deals!
Upper - $215 - Sold to
GunmanMississippi -Aero M4E1 Upper -Aero Atlas S-One 15" -Faxon 16" Gunner Barrel (~1500rds) -VG6 Birdcage Muzzle Device -Magpul MBUS Pro Offset Sight Set G-Code -GCA76 Drop Leg $40
-Pouches (Belt loop mount) - $30 for all 3, no splits!
T-Rex - Sold to
hanyh2 -Ragnarok Holster (TLR7A/Glock Gen 1-4, Right Hand) $50 Safariland -Safariland 7377 (Right Hand) - $35
GBRS -Sold to
GunmanMississippi -GBRS Assaulter Belt V2 (OD Green, S/M) - $125 UF PRO -Striker XT Gen 2 (34/32) (Brown Grey) - $140
-P-40 All Terrain Gen. 2 (34/31) - $75
Defense Mechanisms -Sold to
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2024.05.07 21:12 Significant_Tie_3222 Was reading through this manga and found a chainsawman refrence.
2024.05.07 01:26 CatholicShield How does one actually cultivate the virtue of chastity, as opposed to simply purifying oneself of lust? Any good methods?
Every sin is combatted with a virtue, and usually one put into practice.
When you want to purify yourself of gluttony, you simultaneously practice modesty in food.
When you want to purify yourself of pride, you simultaneously want to do acts of humility.
When you want to purify yourself of greed, you likewise want to practice generosity, perhaps giving alms.
But what exactly is an outward practice of chastity?
So far I've thought of 2:
* Studying Divine Law and coming to a great knowledge and love for God's ethics on sex
* Works of Mercy towards prostitutes, whatever form this may come in.
Any thoughts? You just don't find really a lot of exterior practices of chastity other than maybe the... chastity belt, lol. But I always thought that was like a meme. Or perhaps I am mistaken and simply cultivating chastity is the purification of the sin itself.
Thoughts?
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2024.05.05 23:05 Reasonable_Injury121 Chivalry Is On Life Support, Chapter Thirty-Four
On Wednesday afternoon, as I walked back to the English department building from The Corner Cafe’ with Neil’s coffee, I mentally went through the various steps I had read on-line about how to curtsy. I planned to practice later in my office as well as that evening after Brooke and Luke went to sleep. Brooke had given me a new pair white lace fashion tights that morning that I wore under my khakis. The nylon and lace combination against my skin made me feel especially submissive. And I was still wearing the damned choker for the third day in row.
I decided that women’s tights were not designed for long walks; I had to keep pulling them up and adjusting them as I walked (as inconspicuously as possible).
Neil’s door was open when I walked up. I looked around the hall to see if anyone saw me bringing in the coffee (not that they would know it wasn’t mine, although I was not known to be a big coffee drinker — I tended to favor tea or even Diet Coke for my caffeine).
“Hey, pal.”
“Hi, Neil. Here’s your coffee. I also got you a blueberry muffin. I figured you’re not an a diet, so I thought you might enjoy it.”
“Thanks. Muffins are full of carbs and empty calories. But I did swim laps for an hour this morning, so I guess it’s okay. You didn’t have one, too, did you?”
“Are you kidding? I had an apple.”
In fact, I ate my apple sitting across the table from Brooke as she enjoyed the toasted everything bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon I had prepared for her, my stomach growling. I wondered if Neil would offer to repay me for the coffee and muffin. He didn’t, that day or in the future, which surprised me. I continue to genuinely like Neil, although many things about him have turned out to surprise me. Perhaps he thought that not paying me back was all part of enhancing my knowledge of masochism or something.
“Good man. Well, we should probably close the door so you can get started.”
I closed the door. His office wasn’t very large so there was only a small area next to his desk chair for me to work.
“What if someone just comes in?,” I said.
“Everyone always knocks when the door is closed, especially when the light is on. But even if someone did, it’s not like you’re giving me a blowjob.” He laughed. “It’s just a foot massage, no big deal.”
Objectively that was true, I suppose, but I felt that was easy for him to say, as the recipient of the massage. Foot massages were happening in nail salons, spas and massage parlors throughout the country at that very moment, without any suggestion of impropriety or anything sexual. Still, at least to a masochist like me, there was just something so fundamentally submissive about the act of kneeling in front someone and massaging the lowest part of their body. Call it the dirty mind of a masochist, I guess.
And sure enough, as I got down on my knees in front of my colleague, my cock began to throb in its cage. At times such as this, I was actually grateful to be locked up. I looked up at Neil, waiting for him to take off his brown, leather shoes (Rockports, I believe). But, as he made no move to do so – I guess Luke had conditioned him to expect the full service treatment from me – I untied his laces and removed his shoes. Meanwhile, he munched on his muffin. More stomach growls of envy from me.
“Would you like me to do the massage with your socks on or off?”
“Oh, definitely off. Just the way you did it at your place.”
I removed his socks and began doing some warm-up twists, and then rubbing the arch of his right foot. While Neil’s feet did not have the chiseled appearance of Luke’s, they were not unattractive for male feet – although they definitely could use some moisturizer. I made a mental note to bring some with me next week (as much for my own comfort as his).
“Man, that feels good.” he sighed contentedly. “Three back-to-back classes are killer.”
Neil and l actually had a pleasant conversation as I worked on his feet. We spent some time discussing my book. For my chapter covering 19th and 20th century fiction, I wanted his insight on Patrick Hamilton’s novel, Hangover Square, which, while not overtly about cuckolding, was certainly about a serious male masochist. Hamilton’s protagonist essentially becomes a simp to a manipulative failed actress who he is in love with and her fascist boyfriend. Suffering from dissociative identity disorder (and alcoholism), he eventually goes on a murderous rampage against his tormentors.
Some readers of my tale may either needlessly worry, or foolishly wish, that I will go on a murderous rampage against Luke and/or Brooke. That, of course, is beyond preposterous. First, I am not mentally ill. Second, I love Brooke and, but for erotic and obsessive love, I know that she loves me. Third, the relationship I have entered into with Luke and Brooke is one I pledged to do as a condition of marrying Brooke and keeping her in my life. I did it with full free will; I stay in it with full free will. Fourth, I have enough self awareness to know that another reason that I stay in the relationship is because it satisfies some deep masochistic need in me. Brooke saw this need in me before I saw it myself (I’ve always known that she is far smarter than I). Some no doubt believe I am totally devoid of self respect and despise me for my passivity, for not taking dramatic steps to end my subjugation. I would counter that someone who resorts to violence is far more pathetic and lacking in self respect than I.
Paul and Anna are a somewhat different story, as there is an element of coercion involved. But violence as a remedy is still unthinkable to me. And I have to admit that, like Brooke, I too have been caught up in “the game.” My brain is my biggest sexual organ by far (it doesn’t have much competition, admittedly), and I’m excited (both sexually and intellectually) to see how far they will take things. You probably have to be a masochist to understand...
To those readers who are sincerely worried about me and my mental health, I say: thank you, I genuinely appreciate your concern. One never knows for sure, but I think that I’ll be okay. To those handful of judgmental readers who loathe me because I’m not doing what they believe they would do in similar circumstances, who despise me because I don’t conform to their oversimplified concept of manhood – you know who you are – by forcefully taking matters into my own hands in some dramatic manner, I say: get over yourselves. I am not you; I’m me. And I’m probably more of a man than many of you are even when I’m dressed in a garter belt, stockings and a maid’s cap, trying ineptly to curtsy to my superiors. But I digress.
Neil and I also discussed his upcoming tenure process. I assured him that he would have my full support in the consultation and subsequent letter of recommendation. I had just wrapped up his 45-minute massage with gentle squeezes to the tips of each of his toes and was about to put his socks and shoes back on his feet when there was a knock on the door. I quickly stood up and stepped to the other side of Neil’s desk.
“Come in,” said Neil.
The door opened and Paul Betz walked in. Neil’s feet were under his desk, but his shoes and socks were lying in plain view on the floor next to him. A bit odd for a cold December day. Knowing Paul as I was beginning to, I was fairly certain that it did not escape his attention.
“Hi, Professor Lawson. Professor Rollins,” he nodded at me, with a faint smile.
Hi, Paul,” said Neil warmly.
“Hi, Paul. I was just leaving,” I said.
“See you later, pal. Thanks a bunch,” said Neil, as I left the room.
Luke was back Wednesday night, and was actually in an unusually good mood, having signed a letter of intent to acquire a company in Indiana, the next frontier of his expanding empire. I cooked them grilled salmon, asparagus and wild rice, while I had a few pieces of salmon in my salad.
As I served Luke a third Yuengling and Brooke a third glass of wine, Luke said, “That was a damn good dinner, prof. I tell you what. I’m in such a good mood tonight, I’m going to let you have a glass of wine so we can all toast my new deal. Get yourself a glass.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
After I filled my glass with Pinot Gris, Brooke raised her glass and said, “To Hanover HVAC and Plumbing!” After we clinked our glasses, she said to Luke, “Ok, babe, it’s been three days, and I’m hornier than hell. Take me upstairs now, please.”
“Hold your horses, baby. Let’s finish our drinks first.”
Brooke downed her glass and said, “Okay, I’m done.”
“Think of your husband, here. He finally gets to have a drink with us and you’re rushing him.”
“Since you’re in such a good mood, babe, maybe he could join us – in bed. What do you think?”, Brooke asked him.
“Why not? Cuck, do you have any boxer shorts left?”
“Walter only wore tighty whiteys before I made him switch to panties and tights. I only let him keep two pairs of his old underwear.”
“Go, put on your tighty whiteys, prof, and we’ll meet you in the bedroom. You can take your glass of wine with you.”
Well, this was different. I went upstairs and undressed, removing the fashion tights I had been wearing all day under my pants, and put on a pair of my old underwear.
When they came upstairs, Brooke started laughing loudly when she saw me. ”I’m sorry to laugh, Walter. It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve seen you in men’s underwear. Even those. It just doesn’t seem natural.” I had to admit, it did feel strange wearing them after all this time. Still, the humiliation of Brooke’s words (and her accompanying smile) caused my cock to throb.
“Kneel down and get the key from Brooke’s anklet and I’ll unlock you.”
I did as he commanded, growing instantly hard the moment he unlocked me and tenting out my tight, white cotton briefs. Meanwhile, they both stripped as well. Luke was completely naked and Brooke was naked except for a pair of white ankle socks. As much as I loved her bare feet, it was incredibly sexy to see her wearing only the socks (and the anklet). Brooke then spread lubricant all over Luke’s hardening cock as she kissed him passionately.
Luke next ordered me to lie down on the bed, and easily picked Brooke up, placing her on her knees over me at the edge of the bed. To be more precise, she faced the other direction from me and her vagina and lovely bottom were right above my neck. Standing next to the bed, he then penetrated her anally, his cock and scrotum inches above my face, causing her to moan.
“Lick my balls, cuck.”
I began licking his balls as he went in and out of Brooke. As she rocked back and forth, she used one of her hands to pull my briefs down, so that her long hair brushed tantalizingly against my liberated cock. It was a wonderful feeling. At one point, Luke pulled completely out of her, and placed his wet, glistening cock in my mouth for me to suck. I couldn’t tell if the evident moisture was the lubricant, Luke’s sweat or Brooke’s anal secretions; it was probably some combination of the three.
I was my usual conflicted self as I took him in my mouth. Humiliated, certainly. Disgusted, no doubt. But also incredibly aroused, and somewhat grateful to be included to this degree in their intimacy – which was highly unusual.
My arousal only increased when Brooke said, “Keep him hard for me.” Following her command, I sucked him with increased fervor.
Whereas I often suffer from premature ejaculation, Luke is the complete opposite. He has the ability to go on and on, and then go on longer. It leaves me in awe, to be honest. Whatever I think of his personality, his character, his politics, his taste in music, etc., I can not help but be in awe of his physical prowess and dominance. I told myself, this man, this cock – which gives my wife so much pleasure, which fulfills some primal need of hers – is worthy of worship, so you better suck it up. Figuratively as well as literally. And that’s what I did.
He next ordered me to get on my knees next to the bed. Reaching his arm under Brooke’s waist, he flipped her over like a ragdoll onto her back, and entered her vaginally.
As if reading my mind, she said, “Yeah, baby, I’m your fuck doll.”
“Lick my fuck doll’s feet, cuck.”
From my knees, I licked her feet all over, listening to her moan in ecstasy as he moved in and out of her. Because of his good mood, perhaps, Luke was less brutal with Brooke than usual. He was forceful, of course, but there was no slapping and only a little hair pulling and nipple twisting. He did tease her, however. Even though I had counted at least three orgasms, I believe she was on the precipice of her fourth, when Luke pulled out of her. He hovered above her, his cock just outside of the threshold of her pussy. She thrust her pelvis up towards it, but he lifted himself still higher, denying her.
“Please baby, I’m so close.”
“You’re are a greedy, little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, baby, I’m your greedy, little fuck doll. Please baby, please put your glorious cock back inside me.”
“But you’re getting your feet licked. What about me?”
“Walter! Lick his feet! now! Please baby, please give me more.”
I started licking Luke’s left foot, hanging off the edge of the bed, with the same intensity I had applied to Brooke’s a moment earlier. He continued to tease her, however, inserting the tip of his cock into her and then stopping.
“Oh, gawd, Luke, please. I’m begging you.” She sounded on the verge of crying.
“I don’t know, babe. Maybe if my toes were being sucked, that might motivate me.”
“Walter, suck his toes!”
So, I did, of course. Luke was clearly enjoying the power trip of tying Brooke’s pleasure to my debasement.
Suddenly, he ordered her to get up from the bed. He then sat down on it, and instructed her to sit down on his cock, but facing outwards towards me, so that her legs basically rested atop his.
“Lick your wife’s pussy.” Following his command, I licked her just above where she bounced up and down on his cock, again grateful for the intimacy. Grateful to be included, even in my subservient, supplemental role as oral servant. After she screamed out in what was obviously yet another orgasm, Luke commanded me, “Now lick my shaft.”
After another five minutes or so, during which I dutifully licked him, Luke lifted her off him, stood up and – finally ready to ejaculate – pumped his semen prodigiously onto Brooke’s face.
“Time to kiss your wife, prof.” Which I did, our lips touching through Luke’s mess.
After I cleaned up and the three of us showered, we all watched a thriller on cable, the two of them curled up together on the couch, eating the popcorn I had made. I lied down on the floor at their feet, eating my own bowl of popcorn, occasionally feeling Brooke’s socked foot tousle my hair. All in all, one of the most pleasant evenings the three of us had ever spent together – at least from my perspective. Little did I realize at the time that that would be the last time three of us would spend together for awhile and that it marked a turning point in our – or, to be more precise – in Brooke’s and Luke’s relationship.
That night after they went to sleep, I practiced curtsying in front of the mirror in my bedroom in the basement. Tomorrow was to be my first extended service to Paul and Anna, apparently with my other student, Kelly, and her boyfriend as their guests. The next step in my ever widening public humiliation.
Whether he simply forgot, in the glow of his good mood, or was feeling particularly generous, Luke did not lock me back up that evening. I rubbed myself through my panties as I lay down in bed that night, too timid to actually masturbate lest Luke suddenly realize what he had overlooked.
The combination of my unsatisfied arousal and my anxiety about the next day prevented me from sleeping well that night. Luke was already gone when I woke up the next morning. Brooke was still asleep when I brought her cup of coffee up to the bedroom. I noticed my chastity cage on the floor next to the bed, and quietly took it downstairs to my bedroom, hoping she would forget about it.
She, in fact, did. It is testimony to how muddled my brain had become that I thought that was a good thing at the time. Normally, it would have been, of course. But it wasn’t until the snarky doorman gave me permission to go upstairs – after again announcing myself as the maid – that I realized how fraught with potential danger my situation really was. Because on our prior two meetings, my cock had been locked safely away. This time, I belatedly realized, my cock would be available as another toy for my students to play with, a toy they could use to control and humiliate me like they never had before.
And that, too, is exactly what they did.
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2024.05.05 22:38 NYCIndieConcerts LIVE CONCERTS IN NYC - May 2024
Wednesday May1
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Brooklyn Paramount | Belle & Sebastian + The Weather Station | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Baby's All Right | Porridge Radio (solo) | 10pm, $15 |
Thursday May 2
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Baby's All Right | Lime Garden + Starcleaner Reunion | 7pm, $20 |
Our Wicked Lady | Show Brain Punk Island benefit feat. T!LT + Abbie Roper + Caitlin Starr + Crusasis | 8pm, $15 |
Purgatory | Puppy Angst + Trinket + Bummer Camp + Dogs on Shady Lane | 8pm, $15 |
TV EYE | The Lemon Twigs + Thee Smashing Times | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Union Pool | A Benefit for UNRWA feat. Sidney Gish + My Wonderful Boyfriend + Pearjuice | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Friday May 3
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Washington Square Park | Vincent Blackshadow + Mary Shelley + Maya Lucia + Caitlin Starr | 3pm, FREE |
Baby's All Right | PACKS + Why Bonnie | 7:30m, $20 |
Bowery Ballroom | SINKANE + Midnight Magic | 9pm, $35 |
The Broadway | Pamphlets Take Your Place album release show + Colatura + Sharkswimmer | 8pm, $15 |
Brooklyn Paramount | The Decemberists + Ratboys | 8pm, $61 |
Brooklyn Steel | Panchiko + Weatherday | 8pm, $35 |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | SlothrustOf Course You Do 10 yr anniversary + Weakened Friends | 9pm, $25 |
Our Wicked Lady | Rights of Spring Day 1/3 feat. Bitterjoyride + Eevie Echoes (& The Locations) + High Waisted + Abbie Roper + Wetsuit + Avatareden + T@b Grrrl + Iceblynk | 7pm, $25 |
Union Pool | Chastity trilogy tour - 3 records in 66.6 minutes | 8pm, $15 |
Saturday May 4
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
18th Ward Brewing | NCF presents Summer Saturdays feat. The Answers In Between + The Overhead Bins + yael s. copeland + Rat Palace + The Fictionals | 2pm, FREE |
Brooklyn Steel | Ra Ra Riot + Low Hum | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Forest Hills Stadium | SESSANTA: A 60th Birthday Celebration for Maynard James Keenan feat. Primus + Puscifer + A Perfect Circle | 6pm, $70 |
Knitting Factory @ Baker Falls | Maxband record release show + Landowner + Docents | 8:30pm, $15 |
Our Wicked Lady | Rights of Spring Day 1/3 feat. Gocco + The Canvas Collective + SORRYNOTSORRY + Debbie Dopamine + Wifeknife + The Martyr + Sex Fixx + Barnaby + Kalen | 7pm, $25 |
The Rooftop at Pier 17 | Social Distortion + Bad Religion | SOLD OUT? |
Purgatory | Spite Fuxxx + NihilocerosDark Ice Balloons record release show + Two-Man Giant Squid + Brook Pridemore | 7:30pm, $15 |
Racket | Feeble Little Horse + The Dallas Cowboys | 8:30pm, $25 |
Terminal 5 | Bayside + Finch + Armor for Sleep | 8pm, $35 |
Sunday May 5
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Our Wicked Lady | Rights of Spring Day 2/3 feat. Gold Casio + Femcel + Shadow Monster + Frida Kill + Julia Pierce + DethRok + The Rizzos + Catty + Proprietary Energy Faggots + Just Fabulous + Majorette | 4pm, $25 |
Arlene's Grocery | Bands do BK presents The Music Matters Day 1/3 feat. TVOD + Tetchy + A Very Special Episode + Tilden + Big Girl | 7pm, $15 |
Brooklyn Paramount | Sum 41 + The Interrupters + Joey Valence & Brae | 7pm, $70 |
Roulette | Long Play Festival feat. Deerhoof + The Eileen Myles, Steve Gunn and Ryan Sawyer Trio | 8:30pm, SOLD OUT |
Trans-Pecos | Plight + In Blue + Glimmer + The Twin | 7:30pm, $15 |
Monday May 6
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Arlene's Grocery | Bands do BK presents The Music Matters Day 2/3 feat. Mary Shelley + Two-Man Giant Squid + partygirl + Nevva + O. Wake | 7pm, $15 |
Brooklyn Paramount | Sum 41 + The Interrupters + Joey Valence & Brae | 7pm, $70 |
Tuesday May 7
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Arlene's Grocery | Bands do BK presents The Music Matters Day 3/3 feat. SKORTS + Night Spins + Go Home + Jelly Kelly + Avatareden | 7pm, $15 |
Baby's All Right | Babehoven + Knifeplay | 7pm, $20 |
The Bowery Electric | Geoff Rickly of Thursday + Common Sage + Sharkswimmer | 8pm, $15 |
Hart Bar | Harla + Grasping Straws + watergh0st + Rest Ashore | 8pm, $15 |
Purgatory | Marblemouth + Options + Theadoore | 8:30pm, $15 |
Warsaw | Chastity Belt | pm, $20 |
Wednesday May 8
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Baby's All Right | Rosie Tucker + Bloomsday | 7pm, $20 |
The Rooftop at Pier 17 | Social Distortion + Bad Religion | 6pm, SOLD OUT |
Warsaw | Fontaines D.C. | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Thursday May 9
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
ALPHAVILLE | The Wants residency + S.C.A.B. + QIRL | 8:30pm, $15 |
Bowery Ballroom | L'Rain + Fred Moten + Brandon Lopez | 9pm, $25 |
(le) poisson rouge | Cloud Nothings + Hurry + Home Blitz | 8:30pm, $30 |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | Sweet Pill + Equipment + Taking Meds | 8pm, $17 |
Trans-Pecos | Trauma Ray + Kraus + Mx Lonely + Bedridden | 7:30pm, $12 |
Friday May 10
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Bar Freda | Waterfall Strainer + Endearments + Phantom Signals + Moon Sand Land | 8:30pm, $15 |
Brooklyn Paramount | Say Anything Is A Real Boy 20th Anniversary Tour + AJJ + Greet Death | 7:30pm, SOLD OUT |
Gold Sounds | Upper Wilds + Hallelujah the Hills + KATIEE | 8pm, $15 |
(le) poisson rouge | Combo Chimbita + Pachyman + Los Èsplifs | 7pm, $30 |
Main Drag | Mahogany vinyl release show + My Favorite + Honeycrush + Minaxi | 8pm, $15 |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | Cheekface + yungatita | 8pm, $22 |
Our Wicked Lady | Fish House + Stello + Laura Galindo + Big Honey | 8pm, $15 |
Purgatory | Trace Mountains + J.R. Bohannon | 8pm, $15 |
Saint Vitus | TWIABP&IANLATD + CTTBOTO + Burr + Common Sage | 8pm, $25 |
Trans-Pecos | Woolbright + Cold Wrecks + Figure Eight + Anxioushum | 7:30pm, $15 |
Webster Hall | Psychedelic Porn Crumpets + Spoon Benders | 7:30pm, $25 |
Saturday May 11
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Brooklyn Paramount | Hot Water Music 30th anniversary tour + Quicksand + Modern Life is War + The Ergs + Be Well | 6pm, $40 |
Brooklyn Steel | Holly Humberstone + Carol Ades | 8pm, $30 |
Mercury Lounge | McKinley Dixon | 7pm, $17 |
Mercury Lounge | Alex Orange Drink + Tall Juan + John Gallagher Jr. + Greensleeves | 9:30pm, $18 |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | Bad Bad Hats + PRONOUN + OK Cowgirl | 8pm, $18 |
Sunday May 12
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Brooklyn Steel | Holly Humberstone + Carol Ades | 8pm, $30 |
Monday May 13
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Carnegie Hall | The Music of Crosby, Stills & Nash feat. Todd Rundgren + Grace Potter + Taylor Meier of Caamp + Iron and Wine + Rickie Lee Jones + Shawn Colvin + Real Estate et al | 8pm, $60+ |
TV EYE | King Bug + Big Spirit + Shadow Monster | 8pm, $15 |
Tuesday May 14
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Forest Hills Stadium | Neil Young & Crazy Horse | 7:30pm, SOLD OUT |
Union Pool | Climax LandersZenith No Effects record release show + Esther's Lab + Penny + Danny Christmas | 8pm, $15 |
Wednesday May 15
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Bowery Ballroom | Helmet + Cro-Mags | 8pm, $30 |
Brooklyn Steel | Amen Dunes + Billy Woods | 8pm, $30 |
Forest Hills Stadium | Neil Young & Crazy Horse | 7:30pm, $125+ |
Heaven Can Wait | The Upstart Crows + TV Moms + The Last Word | 7:30pm, $12 |
Irving Plaza | Sunny Day Real Estate 30th Anniversary Tour + Rocket | 7pm, $50 |
National Sawdust | Julia Jacklinresidency + Squirrel Flower | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Our Wicked Lady | A Very Special Episode + Toward Space + Desert Sharks + Blood of the Bull | 8pm, $15 |
Public Records | AdHoc presents Kara Jackson + Mei Semones | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Trans-Pecos | Hills to Height + Bloodsports + Percocet + Fasting | 7:30pm, $15 |
Thursday May 16
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
18th Ward Brewing | No Jersey + Perfect Saturday + Dan Flashes + babyfang | 7pm, $15 |
ALPHAVILLE | The Wants residency + Terminator + Pisha | 8:30pm, $15 |
Brooklyn Made | Loosey + Miranda and The Beat + Dog Date + Sliders | 8pm, $20 |
Brooklyn Steel | Mannequin Pussy + SoulGlo | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Elsewhere - Hall | Mk.gee | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Gramercy Theatre | Orgy + Cold + Horizon Theory + I Ya Toyah | 6pm, $30 |
Irving Plaza | Sunny Day Real Estate 30th Anniversary Tour + Rocket | 7pm, $50 |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | Les Savy Fav + Public Practice | 8pm, $25 |
Our Wicked Lady | QWAM + Debbie Dopamine single release show + Anna Altman + Krissanthemum | 8pm, $15 |
Public Records | AdHoc presents Kara Jackson + Anastasia Coope | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Racket | Swans + Kristof Hahn | 8pm, $42 |
Baby's All Right | Fazerdaze (solo) + Mei Seimones | 10pm, $15 |
Friday May 17
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Bowery Ballroom | Narrow Head + Dazy + Wishy | 8pm, $25 |
The Broadway | O. Wake + Endearments + hiFi | 9pm, $15 |
Brooklyn Steel | Echo & The Bunnymen | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Forest Hills Stadium | The Avett Brothers + Sierra Ferrell | 7pm, $60+ |
Irving Plaza | Mk.gee | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | Swans + Kristof Hahn | 8pm, $42 |
Union Pool | Heavy Feather & The Magic Word + Boyscoutmarie + Rat Palace | 8pm, $15 |
Saturday May 18
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
18th Ward Brewing | NCF presents Summer Saturdays feat. The Answers In Between + The Overhead Bins + yael s. copeland + Rat Palace + The Fictionals | 2pm, FREE |
2 Wyckoff Avenue | Sound Mind Music Street Festival for Mental Health feat. Kevin Morby + MisterWives + SHAED + Bailen | 2pm, FREE |
18th Ward Brewing | Di Ivories + BEND + North by North + LEONE | 7pm, $15 |
ALPHAVILLE | STUY + Chronic + Exit Seraphim | 8:30pm, $15 |
Berlin | Ringo Deathstar + Ovlov + The Veldts | 7pm, SOLD OUT |
Main Drag | New Vision + T!LT + Spite FuXXX + Broken Demeanor | 8pm, $15 |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | Swans + Kristof Hahn | 8pm, $42 |
TV EYE | Theophobia + Royale Minks + OK King | 8pm, $15 |
Union Pool | Couvo + Big Girl + Reclining Nude | 8pm, $15 |
Unruly Collective | Ghostie Recordings presents Castle Blacksingle release + The Rizzos + Joyce + Sorry Darling | 8pm, $12 |
The Windjammer | Jeerleader + Alphabet City + Marinara | 9pm, $15 |
Aboard (some boat) via Skyport Marina | Rocks Off Cruises presents Ringo Deathstar + Ovlov | Boat leaves at 11:30pm, $35 |
Sunday May 19
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
ALPHAVILLE | King Bug + The Wizard + Shira + Onward Debacle | 8:30pm, $15 |
Bar Freda | Dollar Signs + The Big Easy + Perennial + Good Looking Friends + Strawberry Glass | 8pm, $15 |
Berlin | Ilithios + Project Diem + Lukka + To the Wedding | 7pm, $12 |
Brooklyn Monarch | Beach Party feat. Drain + Madball + Terror + Scowl + Regulate + End It + Trail of Lies + Private Mind | 5pm, SOLD OUT |
The Sultan Room | Ron Gallo (solo) | 7pm, $20 |
Sundown | Radiator Hospital (solo) + Noun (Marissa Paternoster solo) | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Monday May 20
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Baby's All Right | GUPPY + Kenneth Takanami | 7pm, $15 |
Bowery Ballroom | Drain + Teenage Wrist + Stand Still | 8pm, $27 |
Sundown | Radiator Hospital (solo) + Noun (Marissa Paternoster, solo) | 10pm, $25 |
Tuesday May 21
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
The Broadway | Gladie + Shit Present + Talking Kind + Crush Fund | 8pm, $15 |
Purgatory | Palestine Benefit feat. Katy Kirby + Helenor + Jules Olson | 8pm, $15+ |
Racket | CKY + Crobot | 8:30pm, $30 |
Sony Hall | Buckethead | 8pm, $45 |
The Sultan Room | Tredici Bacci + Ryan Power + Jolee Gordon | 8pm, $20 |
Union Pool | Squirrel Flower (solo) + Merce Lemon | 8pm, $20 |
Wednesday May 22
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
The Broadway | Decent Criminal + The Dracu-Las + Bummer Camp + Wifey | 8pm, $15 |
Brooklyn Bowl | Teenage Halloween + My Son The Doctor + Tony & The Kiki + Skorts | 8pm, $15 |
Brooklyn Paramount | Amos Lee + special guests | 7:30pm, $40 |
Elsewhere - Zone One | Empress Of + DJ_Dave | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | Saint Vitus + The Bowery Presents present Fleshwater + Modern Color + 9Million | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
National Sawdust | Julia Jacklinresidency + Squirrel Flower | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Radio City Music Hall | Sleep Token | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Sony Hall | Buckethead | 8pm, $45 |
The Sultan Room | Another Michael + Tenci + Raavi | 8pm, $20 |
Thursday May 23
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
ALPHAVILLE | The Wantsresidency + Activity + Nara's Room Nick Cage + CS Cleaners + QIRL + Docents | 8:30pm, $15 |
Arlene's Grocery | Yeah Baby + Coral Grief + Brother Language | 7pm, $15 |
Bowery Ballroom | Hairpin + Bec Lauder + Kitten | 8pm, |
Mercury Lounge | Ben Katzman + Colleen Green | 9:30pm, |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | Gustaf + Edy Modica + Dead Tooth | 8pm, $17 |
Purgatory | Sweetbreads + Slight Of + Majorette | 8pm, $12 |
Sleepwalk | Twin Shadow performing Forget + Wynne Bennett | 8pm, SOLD OUT rescheduled from March 14 |
Trans-Pecos | Harvey Waters + Silvia K. + S.C.A.B. + Many Shining Windows | 7:30pm, $15 |
Friday May 24
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
ALPHAVILLE | Strange Neighbors + Sweetbreads + Wish Queen | 8:30pm, $15 |
Baby's All Right | Motherfolk + Kevin Devine | 8pm, $30 |
The Broadway | Rat Motel + partygirl + This Holy Rodeo + Uncle Skunk | 8pm $15 |
Elsewhere - Zone One | Empress Of + Petal Supply | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Main Drag Music | Dad + Wifeknife + Lost Children + Other Problems + Faiders | 8pm, $15 |
Mercury Lounge | Washer + No Lights | 9:30pm, $15 |
Sleepwalk | Twin Shadow performing Forget + Wynne Bennett | 8pm, SOLD OUT rescheduled from March 15 |
TV EYE | Sorry Mom debut single release show + Oolong | 8pm, FREE |
Union Pool | Ok Cowgirl "Little Splinters" single release show + Charlotte Rose Benjamin + Hank Heaven | 8pm, $15 |
Saturday May 25
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
ALPHAVILLE | SKORTS + Boyscoutmarie + Genuine Connection + First Sex | 8:30pm, $15 |
Brooklyn Made | Habibi album release show | 8pm, $25 |
Elsewhere - Zone One | Empress Of + GIRL_IRL | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Knitting Factory @ Baker Falls | Pearla + Yours Are the Only Ears | 7:30pm, $16 |
Public Records | Salt Cathedral + NOIA | 8pm, $20 |
Purgatory | Cardiel + Aux Blood + Laurel Canyon + Le Bang | 7:30pm, $12 |
The Rockaway Hotel | The Heavy Heavy + Sid Simons | 7pm, $30 |
Trans-Pecos | Leaving Time + Hollow Suns + High. | 7:30pm, $15 |
Knockdown Center | Fatboy Slim | 10pm, $30 |
Baby's All Right | ANTICS fundraiser feat. Shallowhalo + Kassie Krut | 11pm, $20 |
Sunday May 26
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Sleepwalk | Twin Shadow performing Forget + Wynne Bennett | 8pm, SOLD OUT rescheduled from March 15 |
Monday May 27 - Memorial Day
None.
Tuesday May 28
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Irving Plaza | Passion Pit | 7pm, SOLD OUT |
Wednesday May 29
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Bowery Ballroom | Head Automatica + Thoughtcrimes | 8pm, $37 |
The Broadway | Shred Flintstone + Diet Lite + Pamphlets | 8pm, $15 |
Irving Plaza | Passion Pit | 7pm, SOLD OUT |
National Sawdust | Julia Jacklinresidency + special guest | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Our Wicked Lady | Royale Minks + LEONE + Grandeur + girlie curse | 8pm, $15 |
TV EYE | Magick Potion single release show + Indigo Fuzz + Certain Death + Duel Ferns | 7:30pm, $15 |
The Sultan Room | Shop Talk + Sleepies + Frida Kill | 10pm, $15 |
Thursday May 30
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
Baby's All Right | Arooj Aftab album release show + guests tba | 9pm, $40 |
Knitting Factory @ Baker Falls | NCF x Super Bock Stock present Lio & Steve's Colossal Birthday Bash feat. Nino Disco + Dead Tooth + Balaclava + Starcleaner Reunion + Pippy | 8pm, $15 |
Mercury Lounge | Glom | 6pm, $15 |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | Kacy Hill + May Rio | 8pm, $22 |
Our Wicked Lady | Pons single release show + Wince tour kick-off show + Pop Music Fever Dream + Tea Eater | 8pm, $15 |
Rough Trade NYC | Habibi | 6pm, FREE |
Trans-Pecos | Johnny Dyamite & the Bloodsuckers + Snoozer + Public Circuit + 54 Ultra | 7:30pm, $15 |
TV EYE | Raisalka + Baked + The Zells + Dropper | 8pm, $15 |
Union Pool | Slow Ficiton Crush EP release show + Patiently | 8pm, $15 |
Warsaw | Shannon and the Clams + Tropa Magica | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
Friday May 31
VENUE | EVENT / LINE-UP | TIME / DOOR PRICE |
ALPHAVILLE | Francie Moon + Tula Vera + Wetsuit + Talon | 8:30pm, $15 |
Gold Sounds | Richard Papiercuts + Onesie + Momsomnia + The Roulettes | 8pm, $15 |
Market Hotel | HEAVENLY + Lightheaded | 8pm, SOLD OUT |
The Meadows | Bad Rabbits + Proper. + Origami Button | 7pm, $25 |
Music Hall of Williamsburg | A Place to Bury Strangers + Suuns + JJUUJJUU | 8pm, $25 |
Our Wicked Lady | RADAR + Substitute + Heavy Lag + The Follies | 8pm, $15 |
The Rooftop at Pier 17 | Needtobreathe + Judah & the Lion | 7:30pm, $50 |
The Sultan Room | Finom + Frances Chang | 8pm, $20 |
Warsaw | Passion Pit | 8pm, $70 |
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2024.05.04 22:41 bspaulsen [WTS/WTT] 14.6" SLR ION MLOK Handguard + Freebies for SF Warden or Arisaka 18650
Timestamp:
https://imgur.com/a/uJVR6xS ($199) SLR ION Lite MLOK 14.6" Handguard
- 14.6" OAL, 100 rounds through it
- Includes barrel nut, two wrenches, lockup bolts/lugs, and gas tube indexer
I'll throw in any of the below for free:
- A2 Birdcage
- Chopped A2 Gasblock (now low profile, Brownell Oxpho-Blue'd, carbine gas tube
- Tale of Knives Belt Holster - holds a knife (or flashlight, pen, etc) has an HK hook for keys
- Delta Ring Assembly + Barrel Nut
- Magpul MOE furniture for a carbine A2
As for trades, I'd consider:
- Black, QD Surefire Warden in good condition that you can prove isn't a HAO's clone
- Arisaka 18650 Body + Head + tailcap (we can discuss price or additional cash from me)
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2024.05.03 00:38 DarkOsteen Noone knows how to be skibidi and I hate them.
The humor just goes completely over their head. Like, people whining about dumb shit all the time. It could be anything. Let's use an example recent posts where some boomer cuck on a college subreddit was whining because one of the protestors has a concealed weapon.
In a state that encourages everyone to conceal carry.
You'd think he'd be like "good. Fucking based. Even babies should be packing heat in their cribs. You call this milkies mommy?! Blat blat blat!" Instead they're doing this gay little routine about how protestors are violent and scary. Ya know what's scary? The fact everyone but me can vote.
And it doesn't have to be about that. We could be talking about sex. Oh, everyone is so progressive individually, it's everyone else on the outside who just wants to lock and key everyone's genitals with chastity belts. Especially Christians. Meanwhile their idea of being progressive and cool about sex is letting their 400 pound whale of a girlfriend fuck other dudes. That's not skibidi. She's probably dog pilled. I wanna hear a story about how she stuck a Chihuahua up her ass and the dog died. Very skibidi.
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2024.05.02 14:30 ojwilk my naughty croton keeps showing PP so ive added chastity belts
2024.05.01 01:17 NatsWorldSeries19 Selling two tickets to Black Cat Saturday 5/4 - Chastity Belt
Looking to recoup the cost of the tickets $25 each
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2024.05.01 01:07 Reasonable_Injury121 Chivalry Is On Life Support, Chapter Thirty-Three
I thought my Monday was rough. Until I experienced Tuesday. Those who believed that it was important for me to supplement my academic study of male masochism with first-hand experience — Luke, Paul, Brooke, possibly Neil as well — certainly were getting their wish. I less so, although there was no denying the authenticity of it.
I had to wait until Brooke and Luke were asleep to complete my punishment lines. When my alarm went off at 5 AM in Tuesday morning, after only four hours of sleep, I groaned.
As I was driving over to Kevin’s mom’s house, I received a text from him: Get me an Egg McMuffin from McDonald’s on your way here. Text me when you get here so you don’t wake up my mom.
I had dressed in a clean pair of yoga pants and plain black T-shirt (fortunately, at the time, my dresser wasn’t yet full of humiliating shirts, like it is today, and my cuckold horns shirt was filthy), so I was grateful for the drive-thru at McDonald’s. I resisted the temptation to order myself hash browns and instead limited myself to a banana and cup of coffee. I was determined to avoid more punishment on Saturday following my weigh-in.
Although it was to be another unseasonably hot day, the sun was just starting to rise when I pulled up to the house, so it was still fairly cool. Kevin was waiting for me on the porch. He didn’t thank me (let alone offer to reimburse me) for the sandwich, but rather ate it as he walked around his truck, inspecting the work I had already done. Finding fault with the cleanliness of his wheel rims, he instructed me to stop working on the interior of the car and to reapply myself to the wheels and hubcaps. I tried to explain that I had scrubbed these areas repeatedly yesterday, but that some of the blemishes simply could not be removed from the aging vehicle. He stood above me, supervising — as I worked on my knees — pointing to areas that he felt were not sufficiently clean.
“Sir, I can’t get this spot out. I’ve tried several times,” I said, as I strenuously, yet futilely scrubbed a black mark at the bottom of one of the rear wheels. It looked like it had been there for years. Kevin’s filthy plumber’s boots were right next to my face as I crouched down and scrubbed.
“Scrub harder.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m scrubbing as hard as I can. Some of these stains just won’t come off.”
“You’re not trying hard enough. Here, let me try.” He grabbed the sponge from me and bent over to scrub it. It took some effort, but sure enough, he was able to remove the spot.
“See, you’re not working hard enough. Luke will be disappointed.”
“Sir, I promise you that I’m trying as hard as I can. I’m just not as strong as you are, sir. You have really bulked up at the gym since the last time I saw you.” I thought a little flattery might help convince him not to complain about me to Luke.
He flexed his bicep and stared at it admiringly.
“That’s really impressive, sir. Look at mine, by comparison.” I flexed mine, and felt like Popeye without the spinach standing (or, in my case, kneeling) next to Brutus.
“I guess you’re right,” he said. “I’ll tell you what, if you clean my boots and tools, I might not say anything to Luke.”
Have you started to notice a pattern here? A slippery slope of submission. For example, if I hadn’t been forced to clean Luke’s truck that time I was caught by Kelly, I probably would never have met Paul and, therefore, wouldn’t later that day be going to his condo to work as his maid. It seemed that one act of submission and exposure begat another. Where would it end? Would it end? At the time I am making them, however, my concessions always seem like good ideas, given my lack of options.
And so it probably will not surprise you to learn that I replied, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I think I can use the same soapy water and leather conditioner I’m using on your truck. If you remove them, I can get started right away.”
“Remove them? Why bother? Just do them here,” he pulled down the tailgate of his truck and sat on it. I filled a fresh bucket of soap and water and got back on my knees to begin my task.
“My boots are dirtier than usual. My last job was a real shit show. Literally,” he chuckled.
I tried not to think about how exactly his boots got so filthy, as I used a towel to wipe off the foul smelling, caked-on debris. Kevin had a relaxed, arrogant expression on his face, as if having a guy twice his age kneeling before him to clean his boots was the most natural thing in the world. I heard the unmistakable noise of a photo being taken on a phone and looked up to see Kevin’s iPhone pointed at me.
“What are you doing, sir?”
“I just wanted to text Kaylee. She’ll get a kick out of this.”
What could I say in response? Challenge him and likely face Luke’s wrath? I bit my tongue.
After cleaning them, I applied some of the leather conditioner I had used on the truck’s seats and began buffing his boots energetically with a microfiber towel. It was just at that moment, of course, that Kevin’s mom, Darla, walked out of the house in sweatpants and a jacket, a cup of coffee in her hand. I will confess that my cock began to stiffen the moment I got on my knees and looked up at Kevin; the pure act of submitting stoked my arousal, as usual. But it was when Darla arrived that my cock really began to push painfully against its restraints.
“Oh, it’s you again,” she said looking down at me.
“Wally didn’t have time to finish my truck before it got dark yesterday,” said Kevin.
“Good morning, ma’am,” I said.
Ignoring me, she said, “It doesn’t look like he’s cleaning your truck right now to me. I guess Luke’s new lackey is now your lackey too. I raised some smart boys.” She smiled proudly. “At least this one isn’t wearing a bikini like Luke made his first boss wear when the old guy used to clean this truck back before he gave it to you.” She laughed heartily at the fond memory of one of my predecessors’ humiliations at the hands of her older son. So nice to be participating in the family tradition, I thought.
“Well, it is December. It’s a little cold for a bikini,” Kevin laughed. “Walter, stand up and show my mom the pantyhose, or whatever it is, that Luke makes you wear.”
I did as directed, causing Darla to laugh. “Those are women’s work-out pants, honey. But I can see the bulk beneath them. One of Luke’s signature methods of dominating the husbands he cuckolds. As I’ve heard your brother say more than once, ‘If you really want to own a man, control his cock.’”
“Wally is a college professor. Luke said he studied at one of them Ivy League schools, out East.”
“You can see where that’s gotten him,” she said. “Well, it’s a little chilly out here, I’m going back inside. I have I feeling I’ll be seeing more of you,“ she said to me with a smirk as she walked back into the house.
After I finished cleaning his boots, Kevin directed me to go into his garage, bring his tools out into the driveway and wipe them down with soapy water before loading them into the bed of his truck. He watched me work the entire time, not lifting a finger.
When I finished, he paid me a compliment. A most unwanted one, as it tuned out. “Nice job with my boots and my tools. Now that I’ve got my license, I could really use an assistant. I’m gonna talk to Luke about letting me borrow you sometimes.”
I didn’t respond, hoping this thought was just a whim of his that would soon be forgotten. I hoped in vain; it was indeed the slippery slope again, a continuation of my descent.
After I finished with his tools, I spent another hour finishing cleaning the interior of the truck before Kevin headed off to his first job of the day and I headed off to campus. This time, I did change into my jeans in a fast food restaurant on the way, too wary of facing Darla again to go back into the house.
I still wore the leather choker that day, and was highly self-conscious as I lectured to the 24 students in my Chivalry and Courtly Love In Medieval Literature class.
I had to be and Paul’s and Anna’s by 4 PM, so after my lecture, I walked to the drugstore to buy the Johnsons’ furniture wax and a toothbrush. I was starving. Having only had a banana that day, and having eaten very little besides salads, fruit and low-fat cottage cheese since my disappointing weigh-in on Saturday, I decided to treat myself to lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant in town. Given how hard I had worked and how little I had eaten over the last couple of days (and thinking about the humiliation that lay in store for me that afternoon), I figured that I deserved this one small self indulgence. I ordered seafood Tom Yum soup and beef Massaman curry. A caloric dish to be sure, but how much could it possibly hurt after my spartan diet of the last few days?
I was still savoring my soup when the waitress brought my curry and rice to the table. Just at that moment, I saw Neil enter the restaurant with a female colleague, Annabelle Nash (she taught Shakespeare, mainly). They greeted me as they went to their seats, but I could see Neil scrutinize the dishes on my table and shake his head disapprovingly (if subtly). Self conscious as I was, I nevertheless cleaned my plate (grateful Neil’s back was to me at the table where he and Annabelle sat). After I paid my check, I walked over to say goodbye to them.
Neil said, “Hey, pal, would you mind swinging by my office at around 2:30 for a few minutes?”
“Sure thing, Neil. Nice seeing you, Annabelle.”
When I met him in his office later, Neil closed the door and asked me to sit down.
“Walter, I have a bit of a dilemma that I hope you can help me out with. Luke made me promise to tell him if I caught you cheating on your diet on campus.”
“The restaurant is not on campus,” I smiled, attempting a joke.
“You know what I mean,” he answered, with a serious expression. “Was that beef Massaman curry? Do you know how many calories are in that dish?! And all the carbs in the rice? You should always ask for brown rice instead of white, you know. And you had soup too, I noticed.”
“But I barely ate anything the past three days. And I only had a banana for breakfast.”
“You’re always making excuses. That’s why you’ve basically been stuck at the same weight now for the last few weeks. You’re at a threshold, and to lose more, you need to be super disciplined about what you eat, and exercise more. No more excuses, Walter.”
“You’re right, sir. Please don’t tell Luke,” I pleaded.
“Look, I know what my telling him means for you as a consequence. But I promised him I would. And his methods with you have been successful. I feel I have to honor my promise.”
“Please, don’t. Maybe I can make it up to you somehow. How about a foot massage?”
“Giving me a foot massage isn’t going to burn many calories.” He thought for a minute. “I tell you what. The four days a week that we’re on campus together, how about if you bring me a coffee each day in between my classes? I don’t think that will conflict with your teaching schedule, and the exercise of walking to the Corner Cafe each day will do you good. It’s 3300 steps there and back; I’ve measured it on my iPhone. That way, I won’t feel as guilty for not telling Luke about catching you cheating on your diet today.”
“Yes, thanks Neil. Sir, I mean. That seems more than fair.”
Neil got up and shook my hand. “Deal. And you don’t have to call me ‘sir’ here on campus, pal.”
“Thanks, Neil.”
“But I will take you up on that offer for your amazing foot massages on Wednesdays after my back-to-back classes. You can give me one tomorrow when you bring my coffee.”
“Of course, thanks again, Neil,” I said, as I left his office. And so that is how I came to be Neil’s coffee boy for the balance of the semester (and future semesters, even during my sabbatical). And his foot boy, or reflexologist, or whatever you want to call it. Notice how it went from me offering to give him one foot massage in return for his silence, to me getting his coffee four days a week and massaging his feet once a week. In an instant! I guess negotiation was not one of my strong suits.
As I drove to Paul and Anna’s condo — the next stop on my gauntlet of service and humiliation that day —the Paul Simon song Slip Sliding Away ran through my head, the refrain in particular:
Slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination The more you’re slip sliding away
If old Paul was correct, the further I slid down the slope, the closer I’d come to my true nature. I wondered how much further I had to slip. Would I be the slave to everyone by the time I finally reached the bottom of the slope?
As I parked my car, I did another mental inventory of what I needed for my second visit to the condo. Johnsons’s furniture wax, check. Toothbrush, check. Punishment lines, check. I was wearing sheer, black nylon panties under my jeans. Then I remembered: I had completely forgotten Anna’s directive that I research and practice how to curtsy. All I could do is hope that she had forgotten. If not, maybe I could wing it? Better yet, maybe she wouldn’t be there this time. But did I really want to be alone with Paul?
Carrying a bag that contained my punishment lines as well as the furniture polish and toothbrush, I entered the lobby to find the same obnoxious doorman as last Tuesday, sitting behind his desk.
“I’m here to see Paul Betz.”
“And you are?” He knew perfectly well who I was, but wanted to force me to say it.
“The maid.” I looked down at the floor, ashamed.
He picked up the intercom. “Mr. Betz, your maid is here to clean your apartment. May I send HIM up?” The prick just had to emphasize my gender.
“Mr. Betz said you may go up. Apartment 11B. The elevator is around the corner,” he said, as if I had never been there before, a smug smile plastered to his face.
“Yes, thank you. I remember.”
When I got to their door, I got down on my knees, as Paul had instructed me. Should I have rung the bell first? Should I knock? Or would that annoy them? I had been announced, so they knew I would be coming up the elevator. I waited there for several minutes. The longer I waited, however, it seemed to make less and less sense to ring the bell. Maybe they were busy and not ready for me yet, even though I was very punctual? Maybe they were….having sex? I didn’t want to risk disturbing them. And, so, I continued to wait.
I then heard the elevator door open, with dread. A woman, probably in her mid thirties, walked by me to her apartment across the hall, staring down at me with an amused expression. When she opened her door, I heard her yell to someone in the apartment, “It looks like Paul and Anna have a new one,” before the door slammed shut.
Just then the the door in front of me finally opened. I saw Paul’s feet first.
“You may enter. Remember, on your knees.”
I put my hands down to crawl into the apartment, before he snapped at me: “No! I didn’t say on your hands and knees. I said on your knees.”
I shuffled forward into the apartment, cursing myself for having not purchased knee pads, as Paul had suggested. I told myself that I would have to start taking notes from now on , so I wouldn’t forget things I’d later regret.
“Lines,” he said, simply.
I pulled the several loose leaf pages out of my bag and handed them to Paul. “Here, sir.”
As much as it hurt my hand to write all of those lines, the mental anguish of having to repeatedly write that I would no longer mention academic integrity — a subject that I was passionate about (ridiculous as it might seem to you, coming from a professor about to clean the apartment of two of his students) — was worse. Paul knew that, of course. I was to learn that, despite their many differences in style, like Luke, he was a natural sadist, with an impressive ability to zero in on areas of his victim’s vulnerability or sensitivity to exploit for maximum humiliation. Lucky me.
“I’ll count them and check the neatness of your writing later. Did you bring the Johnsons wax and toothbrush?”
“Yes, sir. Here.” I showed him the contents of my bag.
Anna then came into the living room from the kitchen, munching on an apple. Both were dressed similarly to last time, Paul in sweatpants and Anna in tight yoga pants. Anna was barefoot this time, her pretty, pedicured toes painted a metallic silver color. She caught me staring at her toes, and smiled.
“Don’t worry, Professor Rollins, you will get to know my feet very well. They will be your best friends before long.”
“More like his unattainable crush,” Paul snickered.
“Crushes,” Anna corrected him. “Professor maid will have a crush on both of my feet and on all ten of my toes. He will worship them and he will pine for them. And they won’t give him the time of day,” she said. Then she abruptly said to me, “Obeisance!”
“Excuse me, Princess Anna?”
“Obeisance means assume the position of respect and humility before your superiors,” Paul explained.
“Yes, sir. I know the meaning of the word, but I don’t know what position she means.”
“I don’t like your condescending tone. It reminds me of when you corrected me in class on Monday about the cucking stool. We’re going to teach you not to use that tone with us. Certainly not here, where you are nothing more than a slave. But not in class either. You will be very careful in how you interact with Anna, Kelly and me in class from now on. We are your special students.”
“We are the teacher’s pets, and the teacher is our pet,” giggled Anna.
I certainly didn’t intend to be condescending — I was on my knees, for fuck’s sake — but I guess that quality just naturally creeps into my tone at times, unconsciously. Perhaps an occupational hazard of being a professor? Or at least, a hazard in the situations in which I increasingly found myself.
“Strip,” ordered, Paul.
“Yes, sir. May I stand for a moment?”
Paul nodded his ascent. I quickly removed my shoes, socks, shirt and jeans, and stood before them in my panties and chastity cage.
“Obeisance here means you drop down onto your belly, you clasp your hands behind your back and you slither like the worm you are to your superior’s feet and kiss each one reverently. Obeisance!”
I was standing several feet away from them. I did exactly what Paul described, finding that the only way to propel myself forward from that position was to grind my crotch into the floor. Not only was it incredibly uncomfortable, but I feared that my chastity cage might scratch their hardwood floor. Fortunately, there was an area rug covering most of the space separating us, so I was able to slide myself — indeed, “slither” was the correct word — towards their feet. Figuring ladies first, I planted kisses on Anna’s lovely bare feet, followed by Paul’s socked feet.
Paul asked me, “Where is Luke today?”
Still prostrate on my belly, inches from their toes, I answered, “He is traveling today, sir.”
“Overnight?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What about your wife?”
“She is working tonight.”
“You didn’t say ‘sir.’ That’s one demerit. At the restaurant?”
I had never said anything to them about Brooke’s job, even during Paul’s initial interrogation of me at O’Riordans. His detailed knowledge of my life was unsettling.
“Yes, sir.”
“What time does she get home? Don’t lie, I have my ways of checking.”
“Usually around 10:30 or so, sir.”
Anna interjected, “Good, you can work longer than two hours, then. The condo is a disaster, and we’re having a little get together on Thursday. That little bitch, Chrissy, said her mother is sick. Supposedly. So she wasn’t able to clean on Sunday. You have your work cut out for you, professor maid. Where is your page uniform?”
Oh, no! Another order, I forgot. I didn’t hesitate to lie. “My wife wore the jacket today, princess. She occasionally likes to wear it.” Did Paul have ways of checking on that, too, I wondered.
“Bring it with you on Thursday. Fortunately, I picked out some other things for you to wear today. You’ll find your clothes on and next to the spanking bench in the dungeon. You can change in there and then present yourself to us before you start cleaning.”
“Yes, princess. Thank you.”
As I walked upstairs to the dungeon, I was still trying to process Anna’s extremely troubling remark a moment earlier. Not the fact that I had to work longer than two hours, nor that the condo was especially messy. Rather, it was the fact that they were planning on inviting guests on Thursday, the day I was to spend four hours with them, including preparing and serving them dinner. They had promised me that I wouldn’t be subjected to further exposure. Still, I had to risk asking, at some point, who they planned to invite to their “little get together.”
Expecting to find a maid’s uniform in the dungeon, I was not completely mistaken. Draped over the spanking bench were sheer black, thigh high stockings and a garter belt as well as a white lace maid’s cap. On the floor next to the bench were a pair of what appeared to be brand new, black high heels. Presumably, these were purchased specifically for me and would not painfully pinch my feet like Chrissy’s did.
The garter had a velcro clasp, so was relatively easy to put on. I initially struggled attaching the metal clasps to the thigh highs, but got those on as well. I then put the on the ridiculous cap. Finally, the most challenging part: the heels. They were my size, thankfully, but I was very unsteady in them, even partially twisting my ankle when I first tried to walk in them. Regarding myself in a large mirror hung inside the door to the dungeon, I looked utterly absurd, especially with my bare torso and rock-hard nipples.
Anna laughed loudly when I wobbled my way into the living room, where she and Paul were now reclining on the couch. My cock strained against its cage as I stood before my young monarchs, watching them scrutinize my ridiculously attired form.
“Don’t worry, professor. You’ll get used to the heels before you know it. Now let’s see you curtsy.”
The moment I was dreading. Should I confess to her that I had forgotten her instructions and beg her forbearance? Or should I wing it? I chose the latter, and chose unwisely. Not having a skirt to lift, I sort of mimicked lifting a phantom one and lamely bent my knees before standing straight again. There was no extending my right foot behind my left, no holding my position for two seconds when I bent my knees, no lowering my chin, no maintaining eye contact with my mistress. In other words, my improvisation was a dismal failure.
“That’s pathetic. Did you bother to practice at all?”, asked Anna, with a scowl.
“Yes, princess. Maybe I picked a bad how-to video.”
“You only watched one? You didn’t read anything about the different steps involved? It’s not hard to find instructions on Google. I checked myself. You either are lying to me or you’re a complete bimbo. Is it really true that we can’t leave marks on his ass?”, she asked Paul.
“For now, yes, unfortunately. But I think I’ve figured out some ways to punish him that won’t leave any long lasting marks.”
“Good. He deserves it. Maybe a little pain will help you remember to do what we tell you to do in the future, and to do it properly,” said Anna to me.
“Yes, Princess Anna. I promise to study how to curtsy very carefully before Thursday.”
“You better. Including a deep curtsy.”
“But that doesn’t get you off the hook for fucking up today,” said Paul. “Now get busy.”
I gathered up their dirty laundry first (scattered throughout the apartment), and started a load. The condo was indeed a mess. I later learned that Paul and Anna simply never picked up after themselves. Why should they when they had a seemingly ever increasing stable of menials to do so for them. However, when one of the servants fell ill or for some other reason failed to clean on their allotted days, the next one paid the price, as I did that day. It was quite challenging walking in the heels, but Anna was correct that I got used to them fairly quickly. By the end of the nearly four hours I was with them that Tuesday, I was managing to walk in them reasonably steadily.
As I worked, I caught snippets of their conversation.
Anna said, “It’s a bummer we don’t get to control his cock.”
Paul replied, “I know. But I’m working on that. It’s going to take a little time.”
“That’s good. Without control of his cock, it doesn’t feel like he’s truly our slave, you know what I mean?”
“I do. Just be patient.”
“How do you plan to do it?” Anna glanced at me. “Or don’t you want him to hear?”
“I don’t care if he hears or not. There’s nothing he can do about it. The key is to make friends with Luke. He was willing to lend Rollins to us at the Ren fair when we asked. My guess is he’ll be willing to share him again. And regularly. Besides, Professor Larson told me Luke built a huge pool at his house. I’d love to swim there when the weather gets nice. Indoor pools just aren’t the same.”
I knew that Paul had taken one of Neil’s classes last year, but hearing that they had been in touch since the Ren fair — bonding over their shared love of swimming, no doubt — was concerning. I hoped that there wasn’t anything else they were bonding over.
Anna instructed me to use the Johnsons wax I had purchased to polish the expensive looking coffee table and end tables in their large living room. They watched TV as I worked around them, ordering me as they did last time to serve them drinks. The toothbrush was for me to clean the crevices in the tiled bathroom floor of the master bathroom. Anna said that the crevices made it difficult to thoroughly clean with a mop. That may have been true, but I suspected this was more about humiliation than cleanliness. She supervised me as knelt down and scrubbed the first few tiles, urging me to pay particular attention to those closest to the toilet. She stood in the entrance way, as I bent over with my panty-clad ass sticking out. Although my cock fought against its confines almost the entire time I was there that day, there were certain moments such as this that the throbbing was particularly unpleasant.
As I was mopping the kitchen floor, I heard an alarm go off.
“Get your ass in here!”, I heard Paul yell from the living room. “It’s time for your punishment. Normally, I don’t administer correction until a servant has completed all assigned tasks for the day, but since we can’t leave any visible marks on you for the time being, I’m going to make an exception for you. Five demerits from last week plus one from today. Not to mention your compete failure to learn how to properly curtsy. Get over my knees.”
“But what about the punishment lines, sir?”
“You’re questioning me? They were to address a separate issue: your idiotic obsession with academic integrity.”
“But, sir, didn’t you say that you would address my demerits on Thursday when I would be here longer?”
“That was before I knew you could stay here longer today. I intend to take advantage of it. But I’m also happy to administer part of your punishment today and part of it on Thursday. I’m sure that our guests will enjoy it.”
“Uh, sir, I was meaning to ask you about that. You, you…you and Princess Anna promised you wouldn’t tell anyone or show anyone…” My tongue was tied.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, professor. Our guests are Kelly and Archer,” said Anna.
“Archer, princess?”
“Archer is Kelly’s boyfriend. You two go way back. He saw you cleaning Luke’s truck in a speedo and you cleaned his muddy boots at the Ren fair. That was so much fun!, Anna giggled.
“What are you waiting for?,” Paul snapped.
I walked over to him and lay across his knees. Across the knees of my student, dressed as some fetishized maid. It was a truly surreal moment.
“The advantage of a hand spanking is that it can hurt quite a bit, but it won’t leave marks. The redness will fade in a couple of hours, and I think I know how to go right up to the edge of leaving bruises without actually leaving them. The key is lots of repetition. I’m going to give you twenty spanks for each demerit. Normally, it would only be ten, but that’s when I’m using a paddle, strap or crop. Or cane. We will inspect your cleaning when you’re done, and any additional demerits you earn today will be addressed on Thursday.” Paul rubbed my bottom with his hand as he spoke, a sensual exertion of control that I did not expect.
“Did you ever think you’d get to spank one of your professors?”, Anna asked her boyfriend with almost childlike delight.
“Great to check this one off the bucket list. Someday, I’d like to have a Senator or Governor over my knees.”
“How about the President?”
“You never know. There are submissive cucks and closet masochists in all walks of life.”
And with that observation, Paul’s hand came down hard on my panty-clad bottom. It came down again and again. The first strike hurt, but it was the cumulative effect that really turned this hand spanking into a tear-inducing punishment. I managed to be fairly stoic until about the 30th strike. By around the 50th, I was kicking my legs. Eventually I kicked with sufficient force that both of my heels came off. Although my sheer panties offered next to no protection, about midway through my punishment, Paul pulled them down and struck me on my bare bottom. Around the same time the tears came, I started squirming around on Paul’s lap.
“Stay still!”
I tried, but as the spanks kept coming, I continued to squirm on his lap. Paul then reached between my legs and firmly grabbed my balls. That certainly got my attention.
As he squeezed them, Paul said, “Do you think you can be still now?”
‘Yes, sir. I do!”
Through great exertion of will, I was able to remain still as Paul delivered the final twenty or strokes. He pushed me roughly off his lap onto the floor after he finished.
“Normally, I would now make you stand in the corner with your ass on display for 30 minutes or so, but I want to make sure you have time to finish cleaning.”
I wiped the tears from my eyes and replied, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Anna sat down next to Paul on the couch and, inserting her hand into his sweatpants. said, “That was hot. Did it excite you as much as it did me? Oh, I can feel that it did! Let’s go fuck on our freshly made bed.”
“Sounds good, babe. If we’re quick, he can wash the sheets again before he leaves.”
Which is exactly what happened. Their inspection of my work only resulted in two additional demerits this time.
Before I left, Anna gave me detailed instructions for the meal I was to prepare on Thursday.
It was 9:30 PM by the time I got home. Given that Luke was away, I was hoping Brooke would release me when she got home and give me footjob or maybe even allow me to make love to her like she did on Thanksgiving. As exhausted as I was, I had been in a near constant state of frustrated sexual arousal throughout the day and its myriad humiliations, and I was dying to be released.
Unfortunately, Brooke had a difficult night at the restaurant (two men who hit on her, and one who stiffed her after she politely rebuffed him) and was in a foul mood. So instead of being released, I spent still more time on my now truly aching knees, giving her a long foot massage through her sweaty stockings as she silently watched TV.
That was still the highlight of my long, long day.
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2024.04.30 16:31 deeskito What age did you all spay/neuter?
| My boy just turned 10 months and all the places he goes to play have policies in place that a dog not sterilized by a year old are not allowed entry. Our park system will not renew your entrance key without a signed document from the vet. We also have a membership at an indoor play park. I fully understand the reasoning behind later sterilization so please don't yell at me for that. My last Dane passed a couple years ago at 11 and when he was a pup it was done at about 6 months. I tried looking for a male Chastity belt to no avail. I want to do what is best for him. I really don't want to take away his favorite activities. How have you handled it? submitted by deeskito to greatdanes [link] [comments] |
2024.04.29 22:20 Ultim8_Lifeform Respect Ryo Saeba! (City Hunter)[Manga]
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"You pulled off a shrewd plan, I applaud you for that. But you made one mistake. You showed me the tears of a woman. And now you have to pay the price for it."
Anyone who has spent considerable time in Tokyo, or Japan as a whole for that matter, may have heard rumors about the blackboard in Shinjuku station. They say that if you have a problem and can't go to the police, all you have to do is write a note with the letters XYZ at the end and wait for the mysterious City Hunter to come and find you. However, pretty much anyone that's done this will tell you that the City Hunter isn't exactly the man you might expect.
At the incredibly young age of three years old, Ryo Saeba was traveling with his parents when their plane crashed in a country in Central America that was in the middle of a civil war. Being the sole survivor, Ryo wandered the jungle for days until he stumbled upon a village of guerilla fighters that were battling their country's government. The guerillas would only accept warriors that could fight with them, so Ryo joined their ranks in order to survive. They taught him everything they knew about fighting, weapons, and warfare until Ryo grew to be one of the most dangerous men on the battlefield. However, the government forces eventually overwhelmed them, chasing the guerillas out of the country. Now an adult, Ryo made his way to the United States and opted to become a sweeper, a mercenary/bounty hunteprivate detective that performs off the books jobs to clean up the filthy criminal underworld. Partnering with Mick Angel, another sweeper and one of his best friends, Ryo formed the team known as City Hunter.
At some point, Ryo left the US and returned to Japan, the country of his birth, where he kept the City Hunter name for himself and continued doing sweeper work with a new partner, ex-detective Hideyuki Makimura. Ryo's reputation spread rapidly, becoming known as one of the most dangerous men in the criminal underworld. So what's the problem? Well, he does have one weakness: Beautiful women. Despite his upbringing, Ryo is a goofy pervert and womanizer that would only accept jobs from the prettiest women around if he had his way. For awhile, he had Makimura to keep him in check, but his partner would meet a tragic end after refusing a job from a powerful drug syndicate, giving Ryo the dying request of looking after his little sister Kaori. Initially planning to help Kaori get out of the city, Ryo was surprised to find that Kaori wanted to take her brother's place as Ryo's assistant/partner and continue the work he thought was so important. Together, they became the newest iteration of City Hunter, sweeping the streets of Japan of evil and assisting any beautiful women that requested their services.
While his methods may be questionable, rest assured that the City Hunter always sees a job through no matter what criminal organizations, serial killers, or assassins stand in his way.
Note:
- Surprisingly, City Hunter was never given a full official English translation until early 2022. While chapters have been releasing steadily since then, only Chapters 1-38 are actually translated. This thread uses all available pages of the official translation, but afterwards will be forced to rely on fan-translations.
- Kaori hitting Ryo in the head with hammers whenever he acts pervy is a running gag throughout the series, which results in some of his better durability feats. While it may seem best to write these off as gag feats, there's plenty of evidence to suggest these feats are actual aspects of the City Hunter world and should be taken literally.
- The most notable feats in each section will be bolded.
Striking
Vs Enemies
Destructive Output
Lifting/Throwing
Jumping/Charging
Other
Travel
Reactions
Melee
Aim Dodging
Projectiles
Other
Combat/Attacking
Quickdraw/Shooting
Acrobatics
Jumping
Climbing
Hanging
Propping/Wedging
Other
Blunt
Piercing
Explosive
Falling
Electrical
Endurance/Survivability
Other
Yes, you read that right. Ryo's penis, his erection, his boner, his mokkori. It's frankly capable of some pretty incredible things and seems to have stats that are completely independent of Ryo's other physical abilities. So much so that it's probably best to have an entire section of the thread dedicated to it. I'm not sorry.
Physicals
Strength/Growing Power
Speed
Durability
Abilities
Detecting Women
Other
General Knowledge
World Knowledge
Weapon/Chemical Knowledge
Deduction
Other
Planning
Quick Thinking
Mental Fortitude/Pain Resistance
Firearms
Ammo
Other Long Ranged Weapons
Melee Weapons
Explosives
Espionage/Tracking/Surveillance
Chemicals
Other
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2024.04.29 06:41 pokecAk Let's make a weezer album - Weird Al style (day 5)
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