Queen Who’s Now Rarely On Tumblr.

This is not an induction, more a very heated rant that I need to get off my chest.

If you want to be a good hypnotist, understanding the relationship between subject and hypnotist is crucial. How a sub drops is easy, it's the fucking WHY they drop that doesn't seem to register with hypnotists that try to force their will however the fuck they want to and then get all wound up when it doesn't go their way.

A subject has to trust you in order to drop. If they don't trust you - it's not fucking going to happen. No amount of sneaking a trigger in or bombarding the person with contact is going to change them not dropping to you if you broke their trust.

So why, as a dom, do people feel the need to piss on the one thing NEEDED for a hypnotic experience?! Don't break trust. Simple. Right?

Guess not.

Consent. CONSENT IS SO IMPORTANT. I don't give a rat's butt if "Consent is entering the chat" bullshit answer that's given after consent was violated. I'm a switch, I've seen the whole fucking gambit...so I let the first one slide. The second I'm miffed. Point is...if your subject says no. Don't Fucking Proceed with whatever the fuck you were doing.

Just why? Like why do it? is there something just broken inside you that the idea of a no just breaks your reality?

No means no.

No means no.

NO FUCKING MEANS NO.

No is so UNIVERSALLY MEANING NO that its the same word in multiple languages. No.

If there is any take away from this rant...besides seeing an Irish woman's rage...please...as a sub...realize you have more power in these situations than you give yourself credit for. No one deserves to abuse you. No one deserves to disrespect you.

You're the car -the tist is the driver.

Kick them out to the fucking curb if they don't treat you and your mind with the respect you deserve. If you foster trust with a sub/tist relationship they will drop deeper than you can imagine and the experience is just POW...awesome.

But no subby got time for manipulative fucking tactics. Specially this switch.

AND my wet throbbing pussy cares about hearing you moan as you stroke & drain your cum heavy balls.

Daddy, in this moment which one matters the most to you? Hmmm?

Me: I should make a NSFW tumblr, it’ll be a great outlet!

From time to time, I read posts about submission. Many of them written by Dominants who say, “you have no choice,” and I have to admit, it really bothers me. Isn’t choice the foundation of a happy, functional D/s relationship? Isn’t this a pre-agreed-upon mutual power exchange? Aren’t you supposed to keep her, and care for her, and make sure that no [true] harm comes to her?

When I see Dominants writing nonsense about submissives having no choice, it makes me question their motives. I wonder, for them, is D/s nothing more than an opportunity to abuse someone and call it kink?

When a submissive chooses to defer to her Dominant, she is making the choice to place her Dominant’s needs and desires above her own immediate comfort. She needs more than anything to please her partner, so she must rely upon his good judgment and caring to know when enough is enough. The truth is that we will rarely say “uncle.” Even when we fear things will go too far, we believe in your good judgment and your desire to keep us safe. We put our faith in you, and give of ourselves everything we are and have.

A good Dominant surrenders his ego in an effort to do what is in the best interest of his submissive and of their relationship. She may not always want a spanking; He may not always be in the mood to give it - but he does so to maintain the balance, and to help her feel secure in the structure of their lives together.

I want to see a production where Horatio just stares at us, and screams “Now cracks a noble heart!” with the subtext “You fucking fuckers. He was better than all of you, you watched him die, and you just stood there.

Then, he just silently cries over the body. For like FIVE MINUTES. And the courtiers peel away into the wings, one by one, until Horatio is alone on stage with a lot of dead bodies. It starts getting uncomfortable. You’re thinking… is the play over? Am I supposed to go? (hamlet is just about the *only* play where the final scene is cut about 50% time, so use that uncertainty, use that ambiguity.) Maybe some people do get up to go. There’s definitely muttering. And then there’s smashing sounds coming from the direction of the box office, and Horatio looks up, with an expression like something’s gone wrong. 

But then he says, “Why do the drums come hither?” Fortinbras enters though the audience, and the play continues. 

Audience: