(Fair disclosure... Messages on TheCage rarely do this, but every. Other. Kink. Site.)
What is this place? A sex app? That
is what I hear every time I object
to your unsolicited fantasies in my inbox.
Don't you know where we are? That
is what this place is, lady. It's for fucking.
Is it? Is it just kinky Tinder, hunting
for hook ups where you can pull her hair
and spit in her face? Did we piss away
our morals and give up our knickers
when we became subs, brats, slaves
and switches? I don't think so. To me,
the fact that I let you bind me, hurt me,
degrade me means I need to know you
more, not less. I need to be sure that
your word is your word.
I need to know how you'll react when
you're angry. Frustrated.
I need to know that if I say no. Stop.
Pineapple… that you will stop.
And here is the secret that I think
you are missing.
If you want me to be your slut, your whore,
to crawl or cry or beg or lick your cum
from the floor, you first need to show me
that you value me. That I matter. So
your first words to me
should be respectful. Kind. Interest me.
Softly, softly catchy sub.
