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I’m giving away a GC2B white half-tank binder, size large. To enter, all you need to do is like/reblog this post. If you’re not entering for yourself, please tag as “reblog.”

I’ll be choosing people based on a random number generator. So if you need a binder or you know someone who needs one give this a note.

This will be running from November 8th to December 8th.

Please feel free to message me about packaging details; whose name you want it under, to which address you’d prefer the binder sent or any other particular details and specifications.

AS A RUNDOWN:

1 GC2B half-tank white binder, size large (please see GC2B’s sizing chart)

November 8th - December 8th.

WILL BE WASHED AND PROPERLY CLEANED

Tag as “reblog” if not for yourself

Good luck!

it’s located right by the I-75 highway and anyone driving in or out of cincinnati could see it from the road and it was horrifying the first time i saw it because i felt like i was about to die.

the statue was called king of kings, but i only ever heard it referred to as touchdown jesus. just imagine yourself kicking a football through those lofty open arms…..ohio 1, satan 0.

in 2010 touchdown jesus was very sadly struck by lightning and burned down, possibly because so many heathens were calling him touchdown jesus and imagining playing football with the lord. or possibly because that’s just what happens when you build a giant styrofoam and fiberglass statue next to an artificial pond on a hill in the middle of rural ohio.

fortunately our good friends down in englewood have contingency plans for god’s wrath and the end of the world, so they built a new statue named lux mundi. unfortunately, lux mundi is not as amped to play football.

but he does look like he’s down for hugs.

@toodomforyou, I was going to wait until you guys replied to my original ask and try to do this nicely and anonymously. Just because I’m the least confrontational, least vengeful person you will ever meet. But at this point he’ll know it’s me anyway. So fuck playing nice. I’m taking no prisoners. 

My NSFW/Porn blog is literally less than two weeks old. And I am new to kink as well. An all around newbie to the community. I followed prettyperversion after discovering him linked on a PoC kink list. I first contacted prettyperversion asking him how old he was after he made a post asking why people don’t ask questions about him. He answered my ask publicly and then messaged me privately.

Seeing that his work is great and how everyone on Tumblr seems to love him, I was extremely flattered by (and stupid because of) his attention.

After establishing that I was close enough to his “area” he asked if I wanted to text him about working with him. I agreed and he sent me his number and we began texting.

I let him know off the bat that I am not experienced and have never done anything like this ever.

At this point I’m suspicious because he says he’s basically doing it for free and that all I’ll have to do is pay for his gas, the room, and food. I’m not a total complete idiot. So when he says he’ll need to know where I live so he can figure out cost I’m skeptical and ask if I can ask a friend some questions. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t being stupid and unsafe and I told him as much.

He questioned why I’d want to ask a friend questions but also reassured me that we’d be meeting in public and that he’s experienced. Tells me he’ll teach me about all the toys and teach me basic safety rules. He asks me if I want a course in kink and let’s me know that I don’t have to any of it. That if I’m too overwhelmed he’ll retract his offer.  

I’m not sure yet and I start asking him question to get a feel of what exactly will go down and what it’d be like to work with him.

He answers my questions in ways that sound good and makes me more comfortable. Tells me again that it’s up to me. So I’m actually still considering it and thinking it would be a great opportunity for me. But if I add on a course in kink he’s got to charge me SOMETHING, right?  But all he wants is a good review and nice comments.

So, my suspicion is peaked again. And because I’m not trying to run up on pictures of myself on porn sites without me knowing about it. I ask about what he does with what he shoots, if they’re mine to do with what I want, and if I get a say in where and what he posts. Again all smooth answers from this guy. And I’m honestly really enjoying the attention and the thought that this man with all this experience wants to do this with me at basically no cost. But I still don’t understand what he’ll get out of it. So I ask.

He gets photos and he needs new material to post. Okay cool. So I did get lucky.

Then I remember reading in my research and things I’ve seen on Tumblr before that it’s smart to ask for references. So I do. He tells me to look at his Tumblr and gives me one name in particular. And doesn’t put up a fuss about it. So I trust him and am eager to to this thing so I answer the questions he’d asked initially. Reiterating that I’m not experienced in kink but telling him the things I think I’m interested in. 

He replies telling me he can give me a small play session to give me some experience. And this thing is just becoming a more and more appealing opportunity that for me. So, he tells me if we’re doing a play session he’ll need my rules and gives me his.  

So I let him know I’m a sex abuse survivor and that I have PTSD because to me that’s obviously an important thing he should know. And let him know what I’m definitely for sure not into.

He has PTSD too he says. I’m not the first rape surviver he’s worked with. Great. He gets it. He understands. Now I’m even more at ease. So we talk more about what I may or may not be into and my weight.

After telling him how much I weigh he asked to see pictures because he can’t believe I weigh that much. Which was understandable to me. After sending those he asks to see my tits. Fine. After sending him pictures of my breasts he lets me know how excited he is about this. Making me feel like now I definitely can’t back out of this because now he’s excited. Which I didn’t fault him for because it shouldn’t matter to me if he’s excited or not if I don’t want to do it. But I resigned myself to being committed to this thing anyway.

He asks more about what turns me on. And I can’t think of anything so that leads him to ask what the extent of my experiences are. Now what I tell him I realize now I should have been more upfront and honest about in the very beginning. I’m a virgin.  

At this point I just know that the fact that I’m a virgin sex abuse survivor is going to make him back out of this thing. Or at least the fact that I hadn’t mentioned it early would. So I try to give him an out. No sir. He only has questions for me.

Then he asks if I give head. That I do have experience with. And I know it’ll probably be triggering for me. So I let him know.

What he says makes me feel like he’s on my side. That he’ll look out for me and help me through what ever I’ll have problems with.

Then things escalate. But I really want to meet up with him. And I honestly think it’ll be an okay situation and helpful for me. And he seems like he wants to help. So I go with it even though I’m slightly uncomfortable. Because I’m scared that if I don’t he’ll back out.

When he tells me to show him and tells me that it’s  a command all sorts of warning bells go off in my head. But I ignore it and send him a short clip anyway because I want to please him, because I don’t want him to back out of meeting up with me. I keep going with it.

He gave me a choice to see him or him in action with a friend. I want to know what I’m getting myself into and have not though about if this friend has given him consent to share a video of them together. So I choose the second choice. And he sends me a video clip of him having sex with another woman who may or may not be comfortable with him sending other people this video. And He asks my thoughts.

I want to know if he’ll treat me the same way he treats her. As you can see he asks if that’s what I want and my response isn’t what he expected. So I tell him what he wants to hear because again, I want to please him. He gives me another command and then another and tells me not to question his tasks. I comply.

He asks me what I want and tells me to FaceTime him but there was literally no way I could. So I tell him that. He pressed the issue for a bit then after telling me he’s going to teach me how to be powerful he let it go and moves on to the next thing.

I definitely post some saucy photos on my Tumblr but I intentionally keep my most valuable parts covered. So when he asks me if I post my breast or vagina and I tell him I don’t I thought he’d move on to the next thing. Instead he asks why. I let him know that’s not something I’m comfortable with. He tells me to get over it and asks if he should command me to do it. I know this is not a situation I want to be in and something I don’t want to do. So want to know what she’s going to do. And I ask. What happens if I don’t do it. What my punishment will be. Trying to weigh if the task or the punishment would be worse. Let me tell you the punishment would have been worse.

After telling him that I’m afraid to do it. He commands me to. When I tell him I can’t. He tells me that if I don’t he will. So now I have to do it.

I take a picture and send it to him asking if it’s good enough. To which he replies that either my nipples or vagina have to be showing. So since that one wasn’t good enough I send him another. He lets me know that one will work but it didn’t have to be so revealing. So I take another. That one is just right so I post it. (I’ve since deleted it.)

He calls me a good girl and I just send him an emoji. (This one ☺️) Ends up not responding and I fall asleep.

When I wake up it hits me what exactly happen and what exactly I let him make me do. So I text a friend who I know has more experience in the BDSM community than I do. Being as vague as possible about the situation while simultaneously freaking all the way out.

So now that I’ve had time to think about it clearly and see how bad of an idea it is I no longer want to meet up with this guy and am feeling more than a little like I let myself get taken advantage of. My friend agrees that it’s probably not a good idea to meet up with him. So I try to think of a way to back out without him harassing me or posting my nudes on the internet.

When he texts me that morning I try to scare him off by just telling him the truth. I’m not someone who is capable of not getting attached. I let him know I don’t think he’s offering what I need. And that I need more than what’s offering to stay healthy and safe. 

But he doesn’t back out. And seems like he’s thinking about how to make this work. So I let him know I don’t think it’s feasible.  

He try’s to rearrange my boundaries. Or it least it seams that way to me. Telling me he’ll respect me and treat me like a lady. That he won’t ignore me or make me feel used. Which, I mean if you read up until point you can see that he already disrespected me and made me feel used.

He tries making me feel more comfortable with the situation. Telling me he won’t treat me badly and to have fun. I tell him I’m not capable of fun. He tells me I’m thinking too far ahead. I’m just trying to stay safe and be smart.

When he tells me we can have a relationship I’m floored. I know he’s only telling me what I want to hear and I don’t understand why or why he wants this so badly.

He doesn’t want anything he says. I can cancel he says. I’m overthinking he says. I question everything and then question his answer he says.

I know I overthink I’ve been told that before. So I think “okay, maybe it is just me. Maybe it’s just in my head.” But I still don’t feel comfortable meeting up with him. So I ask if we can hold off and revisit the idea in the future. Give me some time to get my head together. To which he replies I need to relax and push trough. I tell him I don’t know how. He tells me to let him help and to let it flow and let it happen. Tell me I’ll worry but he’ll push me through it.

At this point my gut is telling me to get the fuck out of this situation at whatever cost. But my head is telling me I’m just thinking too much. He’s well received on Tumblr. The girl he gave as a reverence said he’s professional and I’ll love him.

Since I was so conflicted I contact I decided to a Tumblr user who wasn’t connected to him and who seemed to me pretty active in the community and seemed like she knows what’s what and who’s who. She immediately tells me that I’m the second person who’s said something about him to her. Tells me I might want to change my number and to stay safe.

I block his number without hesitation. And this Tumblr user puts me in contact with the other person who said something to her.  She also feels that something is off.

I wait to see what (if) prettyperversion will have to say in my messages on Tumblr. Sure enough after awhile he messages me asking if I blocked him. Saying that he meant no harm and that he was trying to help.

I ignore him and then get a text on my phone from him from a different number. Saying that I didn’t have to block him. That he was trying to help. That he didn’t want to hurt me. I proceeded to block that number as well.

I do believe he didn’t mean to hurt me. I always try to see the very best in people because I believe even people who do bad things aren’t all bad and there’s good in them somewhere too.

But I didn’t work up courage to respond to him until this after noon.  

This is how that went.

As the prophecy foretold.

But at what cost?

So let it be written; so let it be done.

So…it has come to this.

That’s just what he/she/they would’ve said.

Is this why fate brought us together?

And thus, I die.

…just like in my dream…

Be that as it may, still may it be as it may be.

There is no escape from destiny.

Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen.

In this economy?