The cartoon below is a re-blog from an artist on Tumblr. Most of her other pieces aren’t my cuppa, but this one got my attention straight away. After a few moments to taking in, I shrugged and moved on. But I found myself thinking about the image occasionally afterwards and wanted to find it again. Fast forward a few days, and I was actively hunting the cartoon down. Why? Because it’s sexy, compelling, and gets to the heart of how I feel as a submissive despite one undeniably uncomfortable element: the submissive is depicted eyeballing a knobby strap-on that’s nearly half as wide as the boy’s entire body.
I’ve been working around this Indian guy and his speech patterns and accent have worked their way into my cerebral cortex. All evening long, my inner voice has sing-song bounced along neural pathways, replete with preposition-jammed-into-verb clauses that make my head hurt.
Nice guy – but fuck if this isn’t an annoying ear worm.
What makes it worse is this: early in life, I moved so often that I ‘accommodate’ quicker than your average bear. I used to call myself a chameleon because of this tendency. However, over the years, different slang terms and dialects stowed away below decks to emerge at inappropriate times.
As a result, I stick out even more.
— This is Part 1 of a multi-part story inspired by the work of Barbara O’Toole. —
Where a husband is trotted out by his wife as the “model submissive” for a newly-wed bride in a Wife-Led marriage to inspect. Unfortunately for him, the new bride is struggling with a disobedient male and needs practice beating and humiliating a man. Lots and lots of practice.
Oh, I am absolutely with you! This would be a very good reason for me to go on a long term travel to Asia or another place just as far away.
Stay calm and take care!
I’m going to work on it. I’ve got a couple of contingency plans in place already. Two of my friends have offered to suddenly have super-important emergencies and that they absolutely require my presences right fucking now if they get a code word from me. I’ve got some people I can talk to and vent to and yell and scream to, and I’ve got something that I’m hopeful will help keep me grounded, and help me shrug off her words. I’ve been planning this for the last couple of months, been putting different things in place to help me work on not burning the house down. We’ll see how well-prepared I really am when she gets here tomorrow (fuck me with a chainsaw, tomorrow).
Ah the joys of family
Dude, right?
least its just a visit
Very true
Um….try no. Just say no. It does not seem possible. You need to draw boundaries around when these people waltz into your life….I mean, you have a life. No is the word you are looking for….truly! Good luck whatever you decide though!