The New Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

[MeekMe]

So, my Pretty Dildo™ project. 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.

Wish I could help. :/ It's so hard to not be able to show your hard work.

Thank you!!! I love it!

You're welcome. d(^_^o)

 

[Endless_Night]

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^_^

Thank you!!! I love it!

Wow, Meeks! I concur! This might just be your best one yet!

 

[MeekMe]

Wow, Meeks! I concur! This might just be your best one yet!

Thanks （＾ν＾）

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Thanks （＾ν＾）

Ooohhh... turn him into the Grinch! Give him him Grinch hands, that would be awesome too!

 

[the captians wench]

So, my Pretty Dildo™ project. 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.

I was making my very first suit jacket just the other week and it made me think of you, Stella. I was wishing you were in the neighborhood to get me past my fear of the lining.

I would so be there to quality check your products as well.

 

[Stella_Omega]

I was making my very first suit jacket just the other week and it made me think of you, Stella. I was wishing you were in the neighborhood to get me past my fear of the lining.

I would so be there to quality check your products as well.

Damn that would be great, I could stand by wringing my hands, and making encouraging noises while you battled the Zombies/set the neckhole. How did you do?

 

[the captians wench]

Damn that would be great, I could stand by wringing my hands, and making encouraging noises while you battled the Zombies/set the neckhole. How did you do?

I'm not real thrilled with it, to me it looks "home made" rather than "hand made". Like, I'm comfortable with the Emcee wearing it on stage, but if she does any small gigs I will freak. She on the other hand loves it and thinks that it is totally awesome.

I just keep reminding myself that it was my very first one and my first corset didn't look as spiffy as the ones I do now either. So I'll sew up the pants and if there's enough fabric either a vest or corset. Then look for another fabric and start again.

 

[Stella_Omega]

I'm not real thrilled with it, to me it looks "home made" rather than "hand made". Like, I'm comfortable with the Emcee wearing it on stage, but if she does any small gigs I will freak. She on the other hand loves it and thinks that it is totally awesome.

I just keep reminding myself that it was my very first one and my first corset didn't look as spiffy as the ones I do now either. So I'll sew up the pants and if there's enough fabric either a vest or corset. Then look for another fabric and start again.

we are our own harshest critics.

If anyone uses facebook, and don't mind learning my legal identity, I just set up an Invisible Group™ to share pics of my dildoes and get feedback on them. I don't mind showing, yanno-- I just want to keep my precious trade secrets away from the industrial spies hehe

 

[LallyH]

*warning - tedious introspection alert - please feel free to skip to the next post*...

In my real life, I've run a business for many years. I'm not a natural business person and I fell into it by helping someone out many years ago, rather than it being an intentional move. Consequently, I've learned a lot of things the hard way and have survived by developing a persona that is scary and blunt and aggressive enough to make most people think twice before trying to rip me off or trick me with small print. But it's tough being something that you're not, and the constant battle between my true nature and the role that I have to play is a strain. My submissive side likes to be quiet and in the background, helping and assisting (which is what got me into this job in the first place) but that's weakness to be exploited in the business world. So for a time when I first came here, I let that guard down and it was great to be able to be 'me' for a while. Naive? Absolutely. But I did enjoy it. For a time. Until I learnt the hard way, yet again

Ok. I'm done. Whine over....

 

[the captians wench]

we are our own harshest critics.

If anyone uses facebook, and don't mind learning my legal identity, I just set up an Invisible Group™ to share pics of my dildoes and get feedback on them. I don't mind showing, yanno-- I just want to keep my precious trade secrets away from the industrial spies hehe

I'm in.

PM me and I'll share.

 

[the captians wench]

*warning - tedious introspection alert - please feel free to skip to the next post*...

In my real life, I've run a business for many years. I'm not a natural business person and I fell into it by helping someone out many years ago, rather than it being an intentional move. Consequently, I've learned a lot of things the hard way and have survived by developing a persona that is scary and blunt and aggressive enough to make most people think twice before trying to rip me off or trick me with small print. But it's tough being something that you're not, and the constant battle between my true nature and the role that I have to play is a strain. My submissive side likes to be quiet and in the background, helping and assisting (which is what got me into this job in the first place) but that's weakness to be exploited in the business world. So for a time when I first came here, I let that guard down and it was great to be able to be 'me' for a while. Naive? Absolutely. But I did enjoy it. For a time. Until I learnt the hard way, yet again

Ok. I'm done. Whine over....

I can relate to this. I think that's one of the things that was making me miserable at McD's. While I do enjoy business, I'm not one that enjoys being in charge. Which is funny because I tend to end up taking charge in most situations. Example the class project this term, no one stepped up so I ended up organizing things.

Being my own boss is a bit different, but when I finally do become big enough to hire employees (if that be the route I end up taking) then I will have to face the struggle again.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

I can relate to this. I think that's one of the things that was making me miserable at McD's. While I do enjoy business, I'm not one that enjoys being in charge. Which is funny because I tend to end up taking charge in most situations. Example the class project this term, no one stepped up so I ended up organizing things.

Being my own boss is a bit different, but when I finally do become big enough to hire employees (if that be the route I end up taking) then I will have to face the struggle again.

That's the great thing about being the boss
My advice for when you need to hire sometime is, never EVER hire any old warm body, no matter how desperate for help you are. Hold out and make sure you hire the right person. If you don't know them, interview them for like an hour. Seriously. Give them a test, you get to see what their handwriting looks like as well when you do this Be PICKY! Of course, follow any local hiring laws, but all I am saying is that a whole lot of care on the front end saves heartache! Hire somebody who doesn't need a lot of direction, or somebody that has a skill that you don't have, so you can sort of put them on their own.
Ok, off my soap box, done sharing my "oh shit why didn't I do that" pain

 

[Endless_Night]

My SO is a gadget guy: cars, computers, cameras, stuff. Recently he got on a kick about buying a nicer knife set. Why this was of interest to him, as he rarely cooks, is one of those mysteries I live with daily.

Anyway, we ended up with these knives, and I switched of my chef’s knife for a santoku. This was not all bad. The new knives really hold an edge, but they’re also ultra sharp. Not a problem for most, but I’m, ummm, well, perhaps a little klutzy might be the word. There was no doubt in my mind disaster lay ahead.

We trundled along for some time with no mishaps until yesterday. Slicing a sweet potato I also managed to slice my little finger lengthwise. I had one of those, “Uh oh,” moments. You know, that split second where you realize you just might possibly have hurt yourself badly. First things first, I clenched my fist and raised my arm above my head…and finished cleaning up the kitchen.

What? It needed time to clot. Besides, I work under the premise that I might just be better off not knowing.

After a minute or two I lowered my arm and opened my fist. Blood started rolling down my palm. Great. About then I got that prickly, dizzy feeling that usually precedes passing out. Great. I sat down and put my head between my knees. (Not the easiest feat as I just upped my running and my quads and calves are in constant agony.)

After a minute or so, I realize I’m still about to faint. Great. Next move is to sprawl on the kitchen floor. I stayed there for about five minutes, my recovery accompanied my the merciless face licking of a 10 1/2 pound mini dachshund.

The “wound” ended up being superficial. A little over an inch long, but shallow and no need for stitches. The near faint was actually the worst part of the experience. Not a good time.

My SO was, of course, horrified. But seriously, what did he expect?

I’m considering turning his guilt into a pair of shoes.

 

[MeekMe]

I'm happy you're ok Endless. ^_^;; Mister thinks I'm going to chop my fingers off all the time. When we cook together, I let him chop veggies. I don't care for that part of the process and just like to make things taste yummy.

 

[the captians wench]

Mr. always helps when I'm cooking for them. There are two reasons for this, the first (and one he will admit to) is that he's afraid I'm going to hurt myself. Honestly, it's a valid fear, I am very clumbsy after all, how ever I'm aces in the kitchen.

The other reason (and one he doesn't admit to) is that he's afraid that I'm going to put something in there that he doesn't like. Maybe because I did once and he didn't even realize it.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Mr. always helps when I'm cooking for them. There are two reasons for this, the first (and one he will admit to) is that he's afraid I'm going to hurt myself. Honestly, it's a valid fear, I am very clumbsy after all, how ever I'm aces in the kitchen.

The other reason (and one he doesn't admit to) is that he's afraid that I'm going to put something in there that he doesn't like. Maybe because I did once and he didn't even realize it.

You snuck GREEN STUFF in there!

The thing about being self-employed-- you can't strike against the boss and you can't fire your employees.

 

[BiBunny]

The thing about being self-employed-- you can't strike against the boss and you can't fire your employees.

Ain't that the truth? If I could, the head writer and the main phone girl here would've been gone years ago.

 

[Netzach]

This says it all.
http://wondermark.com/235/

 

[the captians wench]

You snuck GREEN STUFF in there!

Actually it was black stuff. I put diced black olives in my tomato sauce. He doesn't like black olives, or any olives. I think they give the sauce something special, and when I'm cooking there he always purees my sauce anyway, so he didn't notice them.

In all fairness I didn't know he didn't like olives until we were eating and Mrs. was teasing him about what a picky eater he is, and he mentioned he doesn't like olives. She got a real kick out of it when I said there were black olives in the sauce.

The thing about being self-employed-- you can't strike against the boss and you can't fire your employees.

Ain't that the truth? If I could, the head writer and the main phone girl here would've been gone years ago.

Yeah, I get that. I've been in one of those limbo states when I think my boss is a slave driver and my seamstress is a lazy bum. Unfortunately they aren't meeting in the middle. More like shit isn't getting done and I'm giving myself a guilt trip over it.

 

[Stella_Omega]

This says it all.
http://wondermark.com/235/

It really, really does.

 

[IrisAlthea]

My SO is a gadget guy: cars, computers, cameras, stuff. Recently he got on a kick about buying a nicer knife set. Why this was of interest to him, as he rarely cooks, is one of those mysteries I live with daily.

Anyway, we ended up with these knives, and I switched of my chef’s knife for a santoku. This was not all bad. The new knives really hold an edge, but they’re also ultra sharp. Not a problem for most, but I’m, ummm, well, perhaps a little klutzy might be the word. There was no doubt in my mind disaster lay ahead.

We trundled along for some time with no mishaps until yesterday. Slicing a sweet potato I also managed to slice my little finger lengthwise. I had one of those, “Uh oh,” moments. You know, that split second where you realize you just might possibly have hurt yourself badly. First things first, I clenched my fist and raised my arm above my head…and finished cleaning up the kitchen.

What? It needed time to clot. Besides, I work under the premise that I might just be better off not knowing.

After a minute or two I lowered my arm and opened my fist. Blood started rolling down my palm. Great. About then I got that prickly, dizzy feeling that usually precedes passing out. Great. I sat down and put my head between my knees. (Not the easiest feat as I just upped my running and my quads and calves are in constant agony.)

After a minute or so, I realize I’m still about to faint. Great. Next move is to sprawl on the kitchen floor. I stayed there for about five minutes, my recovery accompanied my the merciless face licking of a 10 1/2 pound mini dachshund.

The “wound” ended up being superficial. A little over an inch long, but shallow and no need for stitches. The near faint was actually the worst part of the experience. Not a good time.

My SO was, of course, horrified. But seriously, what did he expect?

I’m considering turning his guilt into a pair of shoes.

Good to hear it wasn't anything worse.

I have to admit I do have a bit of a thing for knives and totally understand getting new ones just because.

 

[Endless_Night]

I'm happy you're ok Endless. ^_^;; Mister thinks I'm going to chop my fingers off all the time. When we cook together, I let him chop veggies. I don't care for that part of the process and just like to make things taste yummy.

Good to hear it wasn't anything worse.

I have to admit I do have a bit of a thing for knives and totally understand getting new ones just because.

Thanks, ladies!

It's just so aggravating to be clumsy. It's never a matter of "if" but "when".

 

[MeekMe]

I think my female friends are underwhelmed when they shop with me. I've never been one for shopping with friends (mostly I have guy friends) and I tend to do it alone or not at all. I'm not a very enthusiastic person and come off as very aloof. Shopping with a friend tonight, (well, she was shopping and I just looked at things wishing I had the money) I felt bad that I couldn't be more lively. She tried on several dresses and I think, like most, she expected that "wow!!! That looks so good on you!!!" Kind of thing, but I can't do that.

From me it's more like, "that looks good, do you like it?" I keep thinking they're waiting for me to get excited.

(｡-_-｡)

 

[CutieMouse]

Thanks, ladies!

It's just so aggravating to be clumsy. It's never a matter of "if" but "when".

Yeaaahhhhh... I have a chef's knife that I've had since college. That I've never had sharpened. Which means when I bought a new paring knife, I forgot how sharp new knives are, and... yeah... amazing how much those razor thin cuts bleed, eh?

I think my female friends are underwhelmed when they shop with me. I've never been one for shopping with friends (mostly I have guy friends) and I tend to do it alone or not at all. I'm not a very enthusiastic person and come off as very aloof. Shopping with a friend tonight, (well, she was shopping and I just looked at things wishing I had the money) I felt bad that I couldn't be more lively. She tried on several dresses and I think, like most, she expected that "wow!!! That looks so good on you!!!" Kind of thing, but I can't do that.

From me it's more like, "that looks good, do you like it?" I keep thinking they're waiting for me to get excited.

(｡-_-｡)

The company Christmas party-thing was this morning before work, and everyone who came on time got a raffle ticket - they had gift cards on the tree, and they picked 30 raffle tickets at random. And what do you know? They called my number and I won $250!

So after the party-thing, a couple of people I know at work started asking me what I'm going to do with the money...

How about jewelry!
(I don't wear jewelry...)

You could buy a dress for work!
(I'd never pay those prices for work clothes...)

Shoes?
(Ehhh... I'd be tempted to buy heels, and I don't wear heels often enough to justify it...)

Christmas gifts for the kids! With your discount, XYZ sunglasses would only be $60-75!
(Who the hell spends that kind of money on sunglasses for CHILDREN?!?)

Oh! There's that cute gingerbread house kit! It's only $30!
(WTH? I can make that for less than $10!)

Soooooo... lingerie it is. So predictable.
(I just have to decide what kind.)

 

[Endless_Night]

< Soooooo... lingerie it is. So predictable.
(I just have to decide what kind.) >

One day, I would really like to see your lingerie collection. Just because.