Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Mr Grey will see you now. . .

So 50 shades of grey has broken the box office and sent women (and men) running to the DIY store for all kinds of rope to use at home. Mr. Grey has liberated sexual taboos around S&M but he is a highly glamourised, house wife's dream of what domination is. The reality is a whole other world. Let me tell you why. 

I may have failed to mention I have a highly submissive nature in the bedroom. It goes against my character completely but something about it frees me. How ironic as I'm usually trussed up like a prized pig. 

I read 50 shades before I ever got involved in with my 50shades even though he's more like 50's evil more sadistical brother, however he doesn't emotionally black mail me. I'm not a hearts and flowers girl so there's none of that love nonsense. 

 I digress. I met kinkyfuckery69 on tinder. Rugby player, huge, ripped, dark features, nice bit of stubble. He looked right up my street. We didn't talk straight away until I posted a moment of the troubles of being a busty girl trying to wear a crop top I'd ordered. Niave I hear all you busty girls shouting. Needless to say there was a lot of under boob.

He messaged telling me to be careful what I posted. 

I replied a curt "what do you mean?"

He answered "you'll get the wrong type of attention."

He was fairly high on that moral high horse. 

"What sort of attention is that then?" 

He replied. "The type from boys like me." 

So not as high as I first thought. 

We carried on chatting. We got on to the subject of sex naturally. He was very particular and not shy about it. 

We arranged to meet and having not met the required standards of preparedness he stopped to snapchat him picking up some rope. 

He was stern, serious I opened the door and he didn't speak. Fuck. What had I got myself into. He took me by the hand and led me straight into my room. I was only wearing a t-shirt it barely covered the bum. He spoke. 

"Turn round." 

I looked up at him. About to protest. 

"Turn round now." 

I did. He didn't seem the sort of chap to argue with. 

(I'd like to note I understood what was going to happen. I was in no way forced or emotionally abused before people worry.) 

"Arms up." 

I did as I was told. 
He pulled my top off leaving me in a bra. I'd "forgotten" underpants. Oops. 

He lent in close as he pulled my bra straps down. 

"Bend over." 

Suddenly feeling very naked I did as I was bid steadying myself on the bed. When he slapped me hard on the arse. 

"Next time you will turn round the first time. Understand?" 

I did. But before I could answer. He slapped me again. 

"That was for wearing no underwear and answering the door. What did I say about reputations."  

"Yes sir". 

I enjoyed every kinky minute that I don't want to expose too much. I still have to answer to him. 

I will tell you more about the real world of submissives if anyone wants more stories. However, I will warn you it's darker than being flogged with a belt 6 times and crying about it. 

Christian grey is not real and the guys who like this stuff don't normally have million pound playrooms in penthouses they are usually control freaks who blend in with society and don't break character to make sure you are ok. 

That's what safe words are for. 

Just.your.average.girl15 signing off and removing the handcuffs ;) 

Friday, 13 February 2015

How close is too close?

Sorry it's been a while, as well as being out having more dates I've been working so much! So i thought while I have 5 minutes to myself I would talk about my recent match. I call him. BoyNextDoor24. 

Obviously we all know your location is available for your matches to see. It's how you can decide how far you are willing to go to meet up. So one night I matched with a guy who was shorter than I would usually go for but cheeky looking. 

His location said 1km. The closest I had seen. Now I didn't know how accurate this app was. 1km could be a kilometre or it could be more. I decided to ask. Curiosity had got the best of me. 

"Hey have you noticed we are only 1km away?" 

He replied 

"Convenient isn't it ;)" 

I wasn't going to lie. It was pretty convenient. 

"It could be." I replied. 

He replied pretty quickly. 
"So where exactly are you?" 

Now I'm a bit wary about telling people where I live. I mean these online chats are strangers. I mean I know I have codes and gates to my building but you can't be too careful. 

I went with vague. 

"Oh just off ******** road. Near the quays."

He replied. Not so vaguely. 

"I just moved in to the apartments on ******* quay. You know behind the garage?"

That sounded like my appartment complex. Like really like where I lived. So I replied. 

"The one on E way?"

He replied 

"Yeah just moved in a few weeks ago."

He lived on the same complex. I was always up for making new friends. He didn't seem like a psycho and if he did kill me I could leave a note of where he lived for the police. 

"No way. I live on the same complex. What building?"

He replied. 

"P house" 

That's the building next to mine. I have a friend who lives in that building!  

"Really I live in A house. First floor."  

"I'm on the first floor too." 

Turned out he was on the opposite side so he can't see into my flat. 

He asked if we could meet outside. To say. "Hello". 

It was late I had no make up. So I declined another time. 

"Please come and meet me. " 

Keen, not the most attractive trait I can think of.

" I know it's a funny coincidence but can it be another time." I said. 

"Come on il meet you at the door you don't even have to come outside."  

This guy just wasn't getting it. 

"No. Not tonight" 

"Don't tease me come meet me outside we can get to know each other for 5 minutes." He said. 

I ignored him. It was getting a bit weird. 

"Come on I'm outside your buildings door."  

Right. Stalker is definitely not an attractive trait. 

"That's weird man. I suggest you go home." 

He didn't reply. 

He messages me now and again to ask for a quick blow job. Or to beg me to go to his. 

Personally he seems far too intense for my liking. So I politely decline and or don't reply. 

Now if he didn't live so close that would be it done and dusted. I sometimes run by him taking the bins. Or going to my car. I tend to walk quickly. Not make too much eye contact if I have to I say hello. 

Now he goes to my gym.  Brilliant. 

So it begs the question. How close is too close? Me personally I'd say be wary of kilometres on tinder. 1km is more like 300 yards. 

Too close for my liking. 

Just.your.average.girl15 signing off and locking the doors.