If you can't be a table

 I'm glad I am who I am. Nothing brings me more joy than the narcissism of saying how awesome and badass I am. But it doesn't always feel great. Sometimes those you wish to be friends with are afraid for some reason or another.

 Whenever I became who I am it was before I worked out sixteen hours a day for six months straight. It was when I was bullied in school for my weight or my brain. It's wierd being this big having grown up so small.

 I like nerdy things. Gaming , DnD, perpetual pattern equations, reading, writing, anime, and more. But usually when you dwarf your buddies several times over they don't care how many years they've known you the relationship has changed.

 You aren't allowed to make rhetorical threats anymore because you've changed on the outside. They don't believe that you're still you. They don't think you can think as if biceps cut off brain function. They use you to threaten others. And still when people can't see you, you get bullied for the brain.

 But what choice did I have? Intelligence tortures the mind and health comes from a sound mind within a sound body. One outpacing the other leaves the soul wanting. So I did what I had to. And I became awesome because of it.

 I enjoy jubilance. The word is of joy, happiness and triumph. So naturally I love a celebration party. I've tried most aspects of a good party and love them. It's not just about enjoying myself but others having great joy around me. Usually the best are of some personal victory or that of a friend. You shower the victor in favor and gifts. And in that you can express love.

 One of my best friends had returned home from a long trip (a victory of sorts) and we decided (the core group and I) to throw him a welcome back party. It was a great night. More satisfying than fucking is compadre and jubilance.

 I've never had a problem saying enough is enough. That might also have to do with my limits being a little bit further than some I've known. I don't know, maybe they wish to fit in or don't want to be goaded. But I believe everyone should be able to say enough. My friend (a bit of an alcoholic) could never. He was never particularly tolerant. Nor did he magically become a better person under the influence. He just really loves to drink.

 Anyway it was his night. So we got all the things he enjoyed. So I got a female sub who got off in dp and talked to my buddy about the gift I got him. We were going to do a sort of victory lap at the end of the party.

 Now drinking and eating can be a precarious situation to most on their best legs. But add singing, running, and fucking and well....

 Hijinks ensued

Tables don't talk. Tables don't move unless their owner moves them. Tables aren't sexual objects. If you are a table you do not expand your role creatively. I'm sorry but if you are a table and are reading this you're not a table.

 The reason I say this is because often a slave sub will see my table and think (not a good idea for slaves or tables) that looks fun. It's not for most. Being restricted by ropes to conform your body to hold my beverage or rest my feet on while I dictate is a niche talent and can only be enjoyed right by very few.

 If you ask to be a table as a slave I'll comply. But if I know you're not a table then I will shatter your delusion. See because you are a rope bunny and like temperature play you are an easy table to break. Because you think it means you can be anticipated. Because you live to please it means you are not a table.

 Hijinks ensued