this was written a million years ago. i dont know if it is even relevant to me anymore, but im going to keep it here for you jerks to read. feel free to talk to me about it.
That original post was written on the 29th of September 2010. I have since thought about this topic many many times, and I have a few more things to add. Yes, rough play can be awesome. Yes, abuse is fine (and fucking awesome) between consenting adults. But, it IS still abuse. Just because we consent and enjoy it doesnt negate what it really is. And when this abuse is unsolicited, then it is actually pretty gross and wrong.
THE GAME OF SEDUCING A SUBMISSIVE WOMAN;
BY “THE WHORE”
this is going to be a longish post that will deal with words like whore, slut, cunt, bitch, and how I often love to hear them whispered into my ear as I get pounded from behind, my arse being slapped hard till it feels red raw, my throat fucked till my eyes water and I whimper knowing drinking water later will hurt. It will also discuss the matter that I dislike it when strangers refer to me by these terms.
I encourage you to skip reading, move on to the pretty pictures with their semi ironic, definitely arousing, often entertaining descriptions. But, if you ever hope to fuck me, or any girl like me, or if you are a woman, contemplating where you stand on the matter, read on.
I have been considering writing a post like this since I began this page and its time.
My name, THE WHORE, in big letters across your screen, seems to give men the idea that referring to me as a whore, a slut, their dirty little bitch, in the first sentence of introduction is perfectly acceptable. They use these names for me when introducing themselves, if they should assume that I will bow down to them, be magically aroused by their ability to call me names, these men (or women) are strangers, with no face, on the internet, across the oceans, through cables and cords. One man sent me a message, out of the blue, telling me he wanted to thrash the shit out of me, daily I get messages from people telling me they wish to beat or humiliate me, purely because I have an image of being wanton, which is really just a personification of being comfortable with sex.
It is the internet equivalent of a man on the street yelling to a vanilla woman “SHOW US YA TITS”. Its not hard to introduce yourself first is it? To warm me up with a bit of sweet talk? Convince me that you aren’t a creep before we partake in a little fantasy? And it IS fantasy.
As I said earlier, I love being often treated roughly. I have the roughest of fantasies that can make the skin of the hardest crawl, I want to be fucked till I bleed and I will get wet at the most creative names my partner could come up with. But you my gentle reader, my favourite strangers, you, are not that person. You might become that person one day, who knows.
Becoming a Daddy or a Master or a Dom or whatever fucking label you wish to put on it isnt just about commanding a slut or a whore to bow down to you. (not that i want a daddy or master or dom, and not that i wish to be a slut or a whore).
Its about the slow game of seduction. Why the fuck isnt there romance in these things anymore? Just because I may choose to LET YOU, maybe ONE DAY call me these things, do we forgo the burning heat of convincing me to be yours? Where has the (and I hesitate in using this word because of connotations) grooming gone? The gentle loving manipulation, the fucked up mind games, the little slow movements back and forth while we slowly figure out what we want from each other?
You may refer to me as “The Whore” in terms of my name on here being that, but you will note, that I will rarely refer to myself as that unless my message is to a person that I know understands the subtlety, or the comedic value of my name.
Its late, and I am tired, and Im not sure if any of the above really makes sense, and Im sure i could rant on till your eyes roll back in your head and you declare OKAY WHORE WE GET IT (ahaaa whore).
Just think on what Ive said.
and for fucks sake. seduce already.