The Hand That Follows

If i considered myself to be a woman, would i magically become right 100% of the time?? And, if not, then are trans-women really women???

Also, if your best friends (male) got beat up by a woman, would they report it to the police or would they just pretend it never happened?

Look, you are clearly working though some issues here but if you think I'm on the incel side just because I run a porn blog you have another thing coming. Take that bullshit grievance talk somewhere else. In my experience it is typically MEN who get whiny and emotional at the slightest threat to their precious "masculinity", while women have to keep their act together constantly or they are called hysterical.

He wants a situation where he wants to be totally owned and do whatever his mistress says and be entirely submissive as long as it is exactly the way he wants it to be. Like not trying to dismiss consent here, but he somehow wanted to live in a dog cage in our basement whether we were fine with it or not, he was going to make it happen. He would talk as if he was already on the lease or something.

If i considered myself to be a woman, would i magically become right 100% of the time?? And, if not, then are trans-women really women???

Also, if your best friends (male) got beat up by a woman, would they report it to the police or would they just pretend it never happened?

Look, you are clearly working though some issues here but if you think I'm on the incel side just because I run a porn blog you have another thing coming. Take that bullshit grievance talk somewhere else. In my experience it is typically MEN who get whiny and emotional at the slightest threat to their precious "masculinity", while women have to keep their act together constantly or they are called hysterical.

He wants a situation where he wants to be totally owned and do whatever his mistress says and be entirely submissive as long as it is exactly the way he wants it to be. Like not trying to dismiss consent here, but he somehow wanted to live in a dog cage in our basement whether we were fine with it or not, he was going to make it happen. He would talk as if he was already on the lease or something.

-from upstairs -

Mercy- Jayde...you ok?

Me-Yep!

Thehandthatleads-ok....(Skeptical)

For us, it looks like me wearing a discrete, beautiful collar from him every single day. It looks like stockings and garters under my work skirt. It looks like him picking out a pair of slutty little panties for me to wear on a day I give a big presentation. It looks like him sending me filthy, naughty texts in the middle of a meeting and me having to keep my face composed on the video call as I read them.

It looks like me making us lunch every day we work from home together.

It looks like him taunting me as he fucks me about how I think that the successful smart strong person I am at work is the real me but he knows the real me is the one he sees beneath him, wailing, babbling, begging for his cum, willing to do anything to please him.

It looks like me telling him last month how was thinking back to him saying that he was so proud that my ass was opening up for a new, big toy and then, in the same breath, telling him that he would've been so proud of how I handled an important meeting that day.

In our relationship mercy always speaks in third person in kink settings, which include all written conversations with Master. She also always calls him Master and never his given name unless she absolutely needs to around family or vanilla people who would overhear. mercy wears a color that never comes off. During sex he comes, mercy doesn't. He does edge mercy, and while mercy always always needs more, life gets in the way.

We both work. and we both cook. We both have our own projects we encourage each other to pursue and get better at. We have our own preferred exercises.