The New Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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It's a 10 day party! Come on by!

@EN - Oooohhh, we're having a 10 day party at your place, BTW! :p

Whaaaaa.....

Well, I do have a great view. :cool:

So...this will be like the 10 Nights of Christmas, culminating in the happy ending of Christmas Eve?

Stop it! You're confusing me. :confused: A man with a "mind above sex" does not use phrases like "happy ending".

Just saying. :p
 
Whaaaaa.....

Well, I do have a great view. :cool:



Stop it! You're confusing me. :confused: A man with a "mind above sex" does not use phrases like "happy ending".

Just saying. :p

Oh, he definitely uses such phrases. The question is if there's anyone who can crack the mind and offer up such endings. ;)
 
At a recent event, I accidentally got mud on the satin heels of a pair of shoes. An expensive pair of shoes. After checking around, I took them to a local Shoe Hospital. Yesterday, when I went to pick them up and older gentleman was manning the desk. Methuselah old. I gave him my work order and he fetched a box, opening the lid to view the shoes. I reached out both hands for the box.

Shoe Man: *frown* “You can’t wear these shoes in the grass.”

Me: *blank stare* Still holding out hands.

Shoe Man: *stern look* “These are red carpet shoes.”

Me: “Umm….” Thinking, WTF! :confused:

Shoe Man: “You only wear these when you’re going to valet.”

I stood there, speechless, eyes big as saucers, mouth hanging open. My hands were still outstretched for the shoes, which the Shoe Man still held captive. Eventually, I pulled myself together (took a couple of moments) and did the only thing i could think of.

Me: “Yes, Sir.”

He let go of the shoes. I scampered to the safety of the car.

Holy Moly! :eek: In the last 14 days I’ve been admonished by my SO’s navigation system AND chastised by the Shoe Man.

I’m starting to feel kinda unloved. :(
 
At a recent event, I accidentally got mud on the satin heels of a pair of shoes. An expensive pair of shoes. After checking around, I took them to a local Shoe Hospital. Yesterday, when I went to pick them up and older gentleman was manning the desk. Methuselah old. I gave him my work order and he fetched a box, opening the lid to view the shoes. I reached out both hands for the box.

Shoe Man: *frown* “You can’t wear these shoes in the grass.”

Me: *blank stare* Still holding out hands.

Shoe Man: *stern look* “These are red carpet shoes.”

Me: “Umm….” Thinking, WTF! :confused:

Shoe Man: “You only wear these when you’re going to valet.”

I stood there, speechless, eyes big as saucers, mouth hanging open. My hands were still outstretched for the shoes, which the Shoe Man still held captive. Eventually, I pulled myself together (took a couple of moments) and did the only thing i could think of.

Me: “Yes, Sir.”

He let go of the shoes. I scampered to the safety of the car.

Holy Moly! :eek: In the last 14 days I’ve been admonished by my SO’s navigation system AND chastised by the Shoe Man.

I’m starting to feel kinda unloved. :(

If I were you, I'd be more than a little careful about ordering soup.
 
At a recent event, I accidentally got mud on the satin heels of a pair of shoes. An expensive pair of shoes. After checking around, I took them to a local Shoe Hospital. Yesterday, when I went to pick them up and older gentleman was manning the desk. Methuselah old. I gave him my work order and he fetched a box, opening the lid to view the shoes. I reached out both hands for the box.

Shoe Man: *frown* “You can’t wear these shoes in the grass.”

Me: *blank stare* Still holding out hands.

Shoe Man: *stern look* “These are red carpet shoes.”

Me: “Umm….” Thinking, WTF! :confused:

Shoe Man: “You only wear these when you’re going to valet.”

I stood there, speechless, eyes big as saucers, mouth hanging open. My hands were still outstretched for the shoes, which the Shoe Man still held captive. Eventually, I pulled myself together (took a couple of moments) and did the only thing i could think of.

Me: “Yes, Sir.”

He let go of the shoes. I scampered to the safety of the car.

Holy Moly! :eek: In the last 14 days I’ve been admonished by my SO’s navigation system AND chastised by the Shoe Man.

I’m starting to feel kinda unloved. :(

I hate those moments when I just don't know what to say to people. >.< I always think of a great thing to say hours later, like just before falling asleep. Drives me crazy! So then I tell myself if it ever happens again I'll be ready!
 
Why I could never do M/s:

Two events on the same night, one I want to go to, and the other S wants to go to. The one I want to go to is kind of a REALLY special thing, maybe a once in a lifetime thing, and the one S wants to go to is... a sports game. Something he's done a good number of times before, and has plenty of chances to do again in the future.

If he had his way, we'd probably be going to the game, and the unique, memorable thing would get passed up.

No way, Jose. Screw sportsball :p
 
So, my Pretty Dildo™ project. :rolleyes: After a year of fighting with Sculpy's new formule (it's good for the environment but sucks for my work habits) I bought some sculpting wax. After what... six weeks? of learning process, I find it does what I want-- still not easy, though.

The merman dick has all its scales roughed in at last. I added the base yesterday-- comes out of a cloaca- and OMG. Suddenly it looks kind of... mouth watering.

Also, very slender and very long. Perfect for pegging! Once I have it finished and cast, I can remake it in at least one size wider, that would be good.

But here's the problem; suddenly I am cut off from my most consistent art critic commenter advisors, namely my family. The thing is too graphic, they are not going to be comfortable giving it casual glances for missed spots etc. And none of my perv friends live anywhere close by.

Goddamn it. I hate working in solitude.
 
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