Hécuba

The first step was choosing my nickname. I knew for sure I wanted it to be Greek, given how passionate I am about the Hellenic world, and after considering several names (Cassandra and Aspasia among them), I decided on Hecuba. I liked it because it’s spelled the same in both Spanish and English, and phonetically, it sounded pleasing to me.

From that moment on, it’s all been about stumbling along, letting myself be carried by impulse, enjoying the journey, and learning how to improve my blog and the experience I offer to all of you, my dearest readers—who dedicate part of your time to paying attention to me. And yes, I say readers and not followers, because I always knew I didn't just want to reblog images; I wanted to offer my own perspective and experience on the fascinating world of ropes that fulfills me so much.

And so, I started with the two solid pillars that shape my blog: commenting on images and writing about my experiences.

At first, I thought a time would come when I’d have nothing left to say or couldn't think of anything to add to all those photos of rope models that I reblog, but reality has turned out quite different... I have a lot to say, both because I’m very talkative and because ropes are my passion.

When it comes to writing and sharing my experiences, that’s where there’s been more of an evolution. Initially, my idea was to recount something that had happened with my owner during the week. But the truth is, since my account functions as a daily blog, I find myself writing about whatever I feel like and whatever my body asks for—after all, writing is my hobby, and I owe my free time to no one and nothing. I always have projects spinning in my head. I want to write about my history with coffee (another passion of mine), about the first time I went to buy my first toy—not to satisfy myself, but to practice and improve my oral skills (this one has been pending for months), do an analysis of each and every one of the gags I usually use (I’ve made some progress on this one, having touched upon ball gags and stuffed gags, though not in great detail), and a dozen other things. That’s not even counting everything I’ve written and left half-finished (I really should post those; I’m sure some readers would find them interesting).

I’ve also experienced an evolution regarding blogging itself. I like to improve; I don’t like doing things carelessly, at least not when it comes to my blog. By paying attention to the blogs I read and enjoy the most—those that are better than mine—I learn through a mirror effect (meaning, by imitation). So, from here, I send a shout-out and a very warm hug to Chacha and my Miss, whose blogs are the mirrors I look into and from whom I learn the most. Thanks to the two of them, I’ve learned about editing and formatting posts, taking care of the presentation and style, among a thousand other things.

The blog, almost like a living organism, has also developed as it became a personal, daily reality. For instance, I love saying good morning every day and sharing whatever pops into my head. I’ve even transcribed my list of Stoic precepts here, which help me so much in my day-to-day life (I still need to transcribe all my notes on Seneca’s letters to Lucilius, which I’ve been analyzing). And, in order to improve my discipline and consistency (virtues I strive to acquire daily, as they weren't intrinsic to my nature), and if the day and my stress levels allow it, I like to comment on and reblog about 15 images a day (complete with their tags, colorful fonts, and everything).

What I never expected this blog to give me when I opened the account a year ago was the amount of wonderful people I’ve met and chatted with in private. I know it might sound strange, but the vast majority of my interactions with strangers are pleasant. Initially, I thought that by sharing what I share about my sex life and how much I enjoy pleasing and satisfying my owner, I would attract a lot of creeps, but no, not at all. Mind you, I’m not the most popular person around here either, but to be perfectly honest, the number of people I’ve had to block is very small.

My blog has become a part of my daily routine. Talking about my sexuality—something so important to me, yet something I hide in my real life—has been incredibly liberating. Not to mention all the personal growth it has brought me. Because yes, Ks are contagious, and I’ve acquired tastes I didn’t even know existed until I got to Tumblr. Since being here, I’ve dipped my toes into hypnosis, experienced what it feels like to be a domme, and, for the first time in my life, felt attracted to other women.