A Master

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Since its founding in 2007, Tumblr has always been a place for wide open, creative self-expression at the heart of community and culture. To borrow from our founder David Karp, we’re proud to have inspired a generation of artists, writers, creators, curators, and crusaders to redefine our culture and to help empower individuality.

Over the past several months, and inspired by our storied past, we’ve given serious thought to who we want to be to our community moving forward and have been hard at work laying the foundation for a better Tumblr. We’ve realized that in order to continue to fulfill our promise and place in culture, especially as it evolves, we must change. Some of that change began with fostering more constructive dialogue among our community members. Today, we’re taking another step by no longer allowing adult content, including explicit sexual content and nudity (with some exceptions).  

Let’s first be unequivocal about something that should not be confused with today’s policy change: posting anything that is harmful to minors, including child pornography, is abhorrent and has no place in our community. We’ve always had and always will have a zero tolerance policy for this type of content. To this end, we continuously invest in the enforcement of this policy, including industry-standard machine monitoring, a growing team of human moderators, and user tools that make it easy to report abuse. We also closely partner with the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children and the Internet Watch Foundation, two invaluable organizations at the forefront of protecting our children from abuse, and through these partnerships we report violations of this policy to law enforcement authorities. We can never prevent all bad actors from attempting to abuse our platform, but we make it our highest priority to keep the community as safe as possible.

So what is changing?

Posts that contain adult content will no longer be allowed on Tumblr, and we’ve updated our Community Guidelines to reflect this policy change. We recognize Tumblr is also a place to speak freely about topics like art, sex positivity, your relationships, your sexuality, and your personal journey. We want to make sure that we continue to foster this type of diversity of expression in the community, so our new policy strives to strike a balance.

Why are we doing this?

It is our continued, humble aspiration that Tumblr be a safe place for creative expression, self-discovery, and a deep sense of community. As Tumblr continues to grow and evolve, and our understanding of our impact on our world becomes clearer, we have a responsibility to consider that impact across different age groups, demographics, cultures, and mindsets. We spent considerable time weighing the pros and cons of expression in the community that includes adult content. In doing so, it became clear that without this content we have the opportunity to create a place where more people feel comfortable expressing themselves.

Bottom line: There are no shortage of sites on the internet that feature adult content. We will leave it to them and focus our efforts on creating the most welcoming environment possible for our community.

So what’s next?

Starting December 17, 2018, we will begin enforcing this new policy. Community members with content that is no longer permitted on Tumblr will get a heads up from us in advance and steps they can take to appeal or preserve their content outside the community if they so choose. All changes won’t happen overnight as something of this complexity takes time.

Another thing, filtering this type of content versus say, a political protest with nudity or the statue of David, is not simple at scale. We’re relying on automated tools to identify adult content and humans to help train and keep our systems in check. We know there will be mistakes, but we’ve done our best to create and enforce a policy that acknowledges the breadth of expression we see in the community.

Most importantly, we’re going to be as transparent as possible with you about the decisions we’re making and resources available to you, including more detailed information, product enhancements, and more content moderators to interface directly with the community and content.

Like you, we love Tumblr and what it’s come to mean for millions of people around the world. Our actions are out of love and hope for our community. We won’t always get this right, especially in the beginning, but we are determined to make your experience a positive one.

Tumblr has gone PG13 ..

I say to her as I stroke her cheek. She’s all done up for me tonight. Straight hair, short skirt, and eyes to kill. The house, too, is immaculate, sparkling clean with gleaming tile floors. She sits before me now on her knees, staring up at me.

“My little thing has been such a good girl today. I think this one deserves a reward.”

She nods excitedly, her smile beaming up at me.

“Want a treat?” I ask, taking a chocolate button out from my pocket. Her eyes grow big as she bounces up and down in her position.

“So cute. Go get it!” I throw the small chocolate a few yards away and stare at her ass bouncing with each step as she crawls over to her reward. While she heads for the snack, I silently unbutton my pants, my 8 inch cock springing out of my fly. I take a few steps towards her while she nibbles the candy, unaware.

That’s when I grab her, forcing her head to the floor.

“DADDY!” she stammers, slipping. I’m behind her in an instant, rubbing my spit into her asshole.

“Daddy, no!” Says she, complaining in a doggy style position. “You said I was good!”

“Yes, little girl. You were good. Now here’s your real reward. Spread your cheeks.”

She immediately obeys, parting her soft little ass cheeks. She’s so beautiful. I stick my index finger up her ass and begin to fuck her with it. Squirming in torment, my prey pouts on the floor.

“Ugh… Daddy please. I don’t want it there.”

“Shut up little girl. You put a lot of effort into pleasing me today. You don’t want to stop now, do you?”

“Nooo… Daddy…” She manages to whisper as my pace quickens, sodomizing her with a second finger.

“You do this, and you’ll get ice cream AND a new toy!”

“Ugh… Really… Daddy?” She says.

“Yes little girl.” I pull my fingers out with a pop, and she desperately tries to cover her gaping ass. In a flash, I grab her wrists and guide them to her cheeks. “I didn’t tell you to stop spreading, slut.” A firm slap on her ass reminds her, and she holds herself open for me without another word.

Reaching for the bottle of lube from the table, I begin to rub it on my cock. Some days, I use nothing more than spit and force. But today, she’s been good. I line myself up at the entrance to her hole. Pushing only slightly, I make sure one hand is over her mouth before I plunge into her depths. She yelps in pain and surprise and begins to cry. I don’t stop for a second until my cock is as deep as I can get it inside of her asshole. She shudders, my cock stretching her out uncomfortably.

“Mmmmm mm mm!” She mumbles, my hand preventing her from speech.

“Not another word. You’re my bitch now. Act like it.”

She relaxes, laying her head down and pushing her ass into me. I can fuck her harder this way. We’ve done this dance a thousand times, and she knows what to do to make me cum.

That’s when I really give it to her. Grabbing her hips, I pound my cock into her, enjoying every little yelp, every half-scream that escapes her lips. She knows she’s mine, and I can and will do whatever I want to her body. I know I’m hurting her when she clenches up, but I keep going. She’s so tight. And I can’t last much longer.

Grabbing a handful of her hair I pull her backwards towards my hips, my cock hardening inside her as I start to cum. She screams, but I barely hear it. I’m in ecstasy, my brain completely overtaken by pleasure. A few more thrusts, each one audibly bruising her ass cheeks as my hips slam into them.

“TAKE IT SLUT!” I cry out, biting down on her neck and filling her ass with my cum as she moans. The floor is soaked, and she lays there shaking, milking the last few drops of cum out of me.

I collapse on top of her, kissing her neck in the spot where I bit her.

“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear, pulling out slowly from her sore ass.

“Uhhhhh…” She sighs as I exit. She continues to shake, laying in a pool of her own cum, and mine. Used.

“Good. Girl,” I say once more, stroking her head and smiling.

I want you to remember.

It’s not when we’re impressive. It’s not when we’re obedient. It’s not when you swell with pride. It’s not when we are deliciously dumb. It’s not when you’ve beaten us into sub space. It’s not when you marvel at what you created. It’s not when you’re aroused. It’s not when you’re adoring, loving, giving, possessive, intoxicated, sadistic, generous, satisfied, playful.

Understand. It’s not when you’re happy.

It’s when the furrow in your brow is so deep we can’t possibly understand what we could have done to put such a canyon of disappointment there. It’s when your tone changes, when you clip your words with the same knives that snag our confidence. It’s when your lip curls and we watch your face contort into a bitter discontent that we taste more keenly than you do. It’s when your eyes don’t smile; leaving us clutching for the parts of ourselves you said we didn’t need anymore. It’s when you sigh until we feel too difficult to be loved.

Your encouragement of our idolisation. Your slow replacement of our self affirmation with yours. It has consequences. So own the impact of your disappointment upon the person(s) who pledged their choices, their life and their liberty to you.

Take responsibility for what results from fundamentally changing someone to be hypersensitive to your mood. And then remember what that means all-the-fucking-time. Tattoo it into your thoughts. Hold it at the forefront of your mind when you’re expressing displeasure.

Punishment(s) of some kind might be required, but be considerate of the person you trained to prioritise your happiness.

Worse is a lack of honest communication that leaves you confused and feeling like a defective human being.

Worst is doing your level best, giving your all, pushing beyond a soft limit, and only hearing about what wasn’t good enough and what to do better next time.

The ownership writ large on the skin fades over time. Whatever is writ large on the submissive heart is engraved, seared in like a brand.

And remember, we write our failures on our souls. We see all too clearly our failings.

“To whom much is given, much is expected…”