#clothespin markings

[sigalrm]

Online by Pascal Volk

[sluttysaph]

ೃ⁀➷ 20th bday fun! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

1 comment = 2 nipple twists on each boob and 2 spanks with a hairbrush

1 reblog = 2 minutes with a clothespin on tongue and bimbo audio in earbuds

1 like = 2 sips of water and every 2 like = 2 sips of alcohol (10 likes = 20 water, 10 sips of alcohol)

+ if any of it hits 20 ill add 20 to the result

+ add a # to your reblog or just comment what i should write on my body

+ every 2 notes = 1 tally mark

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[squirting-sub]

I experienced the most intense pain during a session recently. My dom put clothespins on me, covering my chest, stomach and thighs. She also added a few of the stronger metal clamps. It definitely wasn't the first time we've done this, but they stayed on for pretty long. When she first put the pins on me they hurt and they're uncomfortable, but once I get accustomed to them and stop fighting the pain, they start to feel good. They hurt, but in a good way. After a while though, they start hurting again and I get scared. I know the current level of pain is only the beginning. Removing clamps after they've been on for a while is excruciating. Opening them very slowly can already be painful, but removing them fast increases the pain tenfold. Especially when they've been on for half an hour (or maybe longer).

Removing the wooden clothespins already hurt a lot. The metal clamps on my thighs hurt a lot worse. Some she removed slowly, others fast. But the ones on my stomach... she removed the first one fast and I couldn't help but scream. Thankfully, she gagged me as to not disturb the neighbors. They'd probably think I was getting tortured the way I was screaming. Tears were immediately running down my cheeks and I was whimpering. I don't think I've ever experienced pain this bad. I didn't think something that barely leaves a mark that lasts longer than a day could hurt this much.

I never considered clothespins/clamps as tunnel games. But after they've been on for a while, they turn into one. They have to come off eventually and whether my dom wants it or not, they will hurt when removed. Neither of us could change that and all she could do was comfort me through the pain as she removed the remaining clamps.

[kitashousewife]

storm warning

an: i just had the overwhelming urge to write this as i watched the first warm-weather storm roll in tonight.

pairings: timeskip!kita x fem!reader

warnings: storms, thunder and lightning mentions, husband kita, food and drink mentions, eating mentions, but all fluff!

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the day started out beautiful. completely blue skies without a cloud in sight, sun shining in its full glory through the morning and afternoon. it was one of those days when it wasn't too hot or cold. just lovely.

you spent the morning tidying things up, catching up on the counter full of dishes after a few days, the length of which you'd rather not admit. everything was calm, quiet, and perfect.

kita finally brought out his sunhat, just for the occasion.

it's around five in the evening once you finally finish everything. the once pale blue linen of your dress now has a few dirt and grass stains at the knees, evidence of your work in the flower beds this afternoon. that, and the brand-new bouquet that rests on the kitchen table. you smile as your fingers stroke the petals, predicting the faux-irritation your husband will give you when he returns and realizes that you have once again gotten flowers before he could gift them to you.

your bare feet pad along the worn wood floors of the house with a laundry basket on your hip. the clothesline-dried towels now returning to their respective places around the home; another chore put off until today.

and now you stand in the kitchen, drumming your fingertips on the counter anxiously while checking the time once again, sighing when you realize it's only been about fifteen minutes. another thirty and kita will be home for the evening.

sunny spring days mean an opportunity for him to plant without any distractions. hours where he can get every sprout lined up, pristine lines in every field and not have to worry about the cold or the rain. the worst part is that he's away from you all day. sure, he could just walk back to the house for some tea, but the perfectionist in him just won't let him.

the jazz record from the living room provides a soothing hum as you flip through recipe books, the kind with yellowing pages and marked corners. from the corner of your eye, you notice curtains in the living room windows swaying slightly. you don't mind them very much at first.

five minutes later, and you're rushing around the house to shut all of the windows.

kita had shared about this kind of storm before. the complete opposite of in like a lion, out like a lamb. where the day starts out perfect, only to be swallowed up by dark, looming clouds.

this is kita's favorite weather.

he's shared numerous stories about these specific times. helping granny shut the windows just as you are now, quickly bringing in any toys or loose articles of clothing he shed while playing before they get soaked. laughing as he plays in the rain, much to granny's dismay until he finally gets drug inside for a bath before the lightning comes. and, his favorite part: falling asleep to the rain on his window.

every window has been shut by the time the last bit of blue sky is tucked away, just in time for the wind to really kick up. the tire swing in the front yard now sways dramatically, mimicking the times when kita has pushed you high, swinging back and forth to the sounds of your laughter. you've double-checked the laundry room window, the one that leaks when you're hit with a terrible realization.

staring back at you from the clothesline, horizontal in the wind, is the entirety of your bedding.

"no, no, no," you mumble to yourself, throwing on the barely dry sweater lying on the dryer, forgoing shoes as you rush out the back door. your fingers work quick, frantically undoing all of the clothespins and stuffing all of the fabric under your arm. you swear you feel a raindrop hit your nose as you grab the last pillowcase from the line.

"ya better get movin' sugar, or yer gonna melt in the rain."

kita's smirking at you with rosy cheeks, but you'll get on his case later for not using enough sunscreen. he grabs the wad of sheets from you, placing a quick kiss on your lips.

"i've missed you today shin," you smile, following behind as he holds your hand. he holds the door open for you, and you quickly shuffle in.

"and i missed ya too, pretty girl. what did you do today?"

kita slips off his shoes and pads to your shared room, plopping the sheets on the bed before changing out of his work clothes.

"well," you flop onto the bed, inhaling the fresh scent that you can't wait to snuggle into later. "i did the dishes and the laundry this morning."

kita hums. "thanks for doin' that."

you nod, continuing. "i finally cleaned up the flower beds and the garden. i can't believe the weeds, i just pulled them!"

kita laughs, emerging from the closet in sweats and a very faded, but now clean thanks to your doing, inarizaki sweatshirt.

"i saw, they look great. you'll have the best flowers in hyogo if ya keep it up." he's now laying on top of you, caging you in between the sheets and his warm body. he places a kiss on your forehead, then your lips as you giggle.

"oh! i also took the rest of the lemons an-"

a distant, but loud crack cuts you off, and kita bolts to the window with a smile.

"c'mon darlin'! we gotta move or we'll miss it," he grabs your hand, pulling you into the kitchen.

"miss what?"

he leans over his shoulder, pulling the pitcher of lemonade you were so rudely interrupted about from the fridge.

"the show, of course."

he whips open the cabinets, grabbing the first two glasses he can get his hands on, before nodding towards the door.

"we've got front-row seats."

he gestures towards the handle, which you open for him, and he runs outside to your deck. the porch swing sways slightly and kita laughs.

"have a seat baby. i'll get it all set up," he grins and places the pitcher and glasses on the table next to the swing and begins to pour glasses for the two of you. you sit on the swing, feet kicking back and forth as you rest on your hands and stare at the sky.

past the tree in your front yard are miles and miles of dark clouds, some appear to be almost dripping down. a few of the fields in the distance now seem blurry, and the poor flower basket hanging from your eaves shakes wildly.

"see those clouds? the ones that look like they're fallin'?"

you nod, grabbing the glass of lemonade from your husband.

"that means it's rainin' right there," he points, finally sitting beside you. another crack in the distance sounds, and kita just about lights up. a few seconds after, light rumbling fills your ears.

"i know that a lot of people hate storms, but i love em'. i think thunder and lightnin' make for the best shows," he takes a sip from his glass and whistles as the rain begins to fall. slow at first, only a few drops hitting the grass in front of you. but after a few seconds it becomes more steady, and begins to drip from the porch roof.

kita breathes in and sighs. "smell that? that's my favorite smell ever," he breathes again, turning to you. you breathe in and smile. the once-dry ground mixes with the rain, the warm and the cool mixing together.

"you're so cute, shin,"

he blushes, and not just from the sunburn.

"i just think storms are cool, that's all."

the two of you sit in silence, watching as the lightning strikes light up the sky in the distance with a purplish hue, followed by the drumming of thunder through the fields.

"pretty," you mumble over your glass after lightning dances through the sky again, webbing through the clouds.

"isn't it?"

you smile as another strike claps through the air.

"absolutely."

the storm rolls on, playing it's own song just for the two of you while you watch, legs draped across kita's thighs on the porch swing. a different sound grabs your attention.

"hungry?"

kita nods. "i could eat."

you sit up and stretch, feeling a little sleepy from the rain.

"i haven't had a chance to run to the store," you yawn. "we have leftovers in the fridge."

"sure beautiful. whatever ya want. ya know i'm not picky." a playful smirk plays at his lips and you scoff.

"we both know you're the pickiest person in the relationship."

kita holds the door open for you and rolls his eyes.

"and ya still love me,"

you smile. "and i always will."

the storm continues through the evening, providing lots of entertainment during dinner. one strike of lighting even caught kita off guard, causing him to spill his tea all over the counter, meaning he got teased about it for the rest of the night.

and now, as the two of you lie together on your freshly made bed and clean sheets to the sound of rain, you understand why kita loves storms so much. the rain drums against the roof quietly, lulling the two of you to sleep. you're wrapped in his arms and he sighs, kissing you on the head one last time before he finally closes his eyes.

kita dreams of you, dancing around in the rain while he spins you, out of breath from laughter. he hopes it storms again sometime soon so that he can recreate it for you.

but for tonight he holds you close, hearts beating almost in sync under the hum of the rain.

[cherrynwinesk]

As u Sleep pt.2 ~ Cellbit

Story g: horror (no love), not safe

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: supernatural creatures, blood, murders, horror. This is too violent, minors or sensitive people do not read, NOT SAFE, ONLY +18, (no sex, only violence)

CC's: Cellbit, Pac mention

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Pt.1

Master List

Cellbit was putting a body into a metal fridge

"Ugh, this one spilled a lot of blood" you said in greeting.

"Yes, he just arrived, he has been dead for a very short time so his circulation was still running very fast, you would have seen the first cut I made on him" he turned around and showed you his suit where there was a mark of blood from his stomach to his right shoulder. As if he had been wet with a small but powerful hose.

"Where does all the blood and organs you take from them go?"

"I put it in a thousand plastic bags with a biological waste label and the hospital takes care of throwing them away"

"In fact, Dr. Cellbit, there is not much waste at the end of the day even though up to 4 bodies arrive every day," the cleaner spoke behind you.

"Yes, I end up cleaning most of the blood with paper and absorbent towels, since it all remains on the metal tables when doing necropsies, and what remains is removed with the aspiration tube directly from the blood vessels," Cellbit replied to the man. I'm done, shall we go?"

Cellbit took his things from his desk and you left the morgue, you went to the nearest supermarket, there you stocked your pantry, laundry detergents, for general cleaning of the department or staff.

Once back home you began to put all the products in their place, some in the pantry, the refrigerator. You also found some of Cellbit's personal things, he had already gone to his room, so you decided to go take him. You knocked on the door to his room but he didn't answer, you knocked again a little louder and waited, when you didn't receive a response you assumed that Cellbit had some headphones on and couldn't hear, so you opened the door to enter. You had never entered his room, yet you believed that both of you were in considerable confidence to allow yourself to enter his room and he yours.

You entered and the place was very cold, almost to the point of matching the temperature of the morgue, you imagined that Cellbit had no problem with the cold and that he must be used to it. The place was dark and the door to his balcony was open, the only thing that illuminated the room was the moonlight and the reflection of the public light from the streets. Before fully entering the room you could see Cellbit outside, as you had thought, he had his headphones on and was browsing his cell phone so he was very distracted.

You decided to turn on the light so that he would realize your presence, the moment you turned on the light you could see what was inside the room, it looked much more like a smaller morgue. There was a metal table that apparently was used as a desk, on this table you could see a hand and in the process of decomposition, what terrified you the most was the refrigerator with a transparent door that was next to the closet. Inside the refrigerator you could see frozen organs, hanging from clothespins like socks drying in the sun. You were paralyzed, it shouldn't have surprised you much, you knew perfectly well that this was what Cellbit was looking at all the time. The lowest part of the refrigerator contained a metal tray where you could find bags of blood that are normally found in blood banks. Some bags were already in the trash can.

The moment Cellbit realized your presence he rushed to get you out of the room.

"What the fuck Cellbit? What's that all about?"

"It's work stuff"

Cellbit just closed the door in your face, you returned to your bedroom and tried to call your coworker who was your only friend after Cellbit.

With your trembling voice you tried to tell her what was happening, everything you had seen, your friend reassured you by telling you that she would help you investigate what was happening and that you should go to sleep tonight. You calmed down and immediately lay down on your bed and spent some time tossing and turning trying to fall asleep.

You woke up due to an immense pain in your stomach, the first thing you saw was how your best friend Cellbit stabbed you in the stomach and began to bite your neck, the pain began to decrease thanks to fear and adrenaline, you fought for that man who used to be your friend will let you go, but your sight was gradually lost until you couldn't see anything, didn't feel strength and couldn't move.

Cellbit had been listening to your panicked calls. He left you on your bed, stained wine red, your mouth communicated pain and your eyes open fear. Your nails who tried to attack your murderer in self-defense, broken.

Cellbit wiped the corner of her mouth with the crook of his arm, returning to his bedroom looking for a note and pen. In the dining room, he left a note as if it were another person, talking about how the coroner Cellbit had been kidnapped to be tortured for being the one who helps in criminal investigations, while his friend had had to die for being close to him.

Cellbit left the apartment in absolute silence, once on the street he took off the latex gloves he was wearing and set them on fire, then disappeared for at least a generation and returned when no one recognized him.

[petshopbutch]

thinking....thinking a LOT about sadism... i rlly want to play around with another masochistic girl, our domme watching us and directing me on how best to hurt her:

how many times to spank her when shes laid out across my lap, and if i should hit her with a paddle or a brush or my belt or our dommes belt or just my hands. sucking and twisting and biting at her tits until her nipples are puffy, oversensitive, and then putting clothespins on them. leaving bite marks on her stomach, neck, thighs.

pinning her to the bed by her throat as i edge her to the point of tears, fingers toying with the head of her leaky aching-hard cock. i smack her on the cheek with my hand coated in her precum when she starts to whine a lil too much. and once our domme has decided she's had enough, and ONLY then, i flip my girl onto her stomach, pull the cute lil plug out of her ass, just to push my strap inside of her instead. at first slow and careful, gripping their hips tight enough to bruise, but our domme gets bored and demands i quicken my pace even if theyre not ready for it, even if it makes their heady moans turn into whines and then screams.

i want a girl sobbing under me, begging to cum around my cock. i want to remind her its not up to me, ask Her, taking a fistful of her hair and lifting her head just enough to turn her to face our domme. and she does, says please please please so breathy and fucked-out and pretty and again, its only when our domme gives us permission that i reach down and stroke her through her overstimulated hardwon orgasm , that she's allowed to cum, shaking apart in my hands.

as soon as she's done - sweaty and panting and tear-soaked and limp in our bed - our domme and i are there to comfort her. to stroke her hair, ice her bruises, kiss her slap-red cheek and her tortured chest. for the rest of the night its all vanilla. aftercare. cuddling. sweet gentle touches. telling her what a good job she did taking my cock and following Her orders.

its not until the next day that our domme decides to reward me for following Her direction so well. by doing to me everything She had me do to our girl the night before.

[beatriceportinari]

How I fold my curved origami

Lots of people are asking how can you make curved origami, so here's a little explanatory post! First off, credit where credit is due, most of the curved origami I've posted is either directly following or inspired by the work of Ekaterina Lukasheva (instagram). I would definitely recommend checking out her book on curved origami if you're interested in the subject, as part of the following post is also inspired by it.

1. Useful basic terms to know: Crease pattern (CP): This is what the patterns marking the creases necessary to fold the model are called. A good CP will have the valley folds (paper folded like this -> V) and mountain fold (paper folded like this -> ^) contrasted in some way, either by using different types of line or different colors.

Molecule: When a pattern is repeated, the repeated unit is called a molecule.

2. Materials needed A crease pattern to follow: There are a ton in Lukasheva's book! I've also made one myself, and there are of course plenty you can find online for free, like this one, or this more simple version with only one molecule. If you're just starting, I recommend trying out just one molecule first, and with a model you have a photo of, so that you know what results to expect.

Once you've got your pattern you only really need two more thing: paper, and some kind of sharp tool to mark the creases from your pattern onto that paper. Standard printer paper works fine! Feel free to experiment with other types if you like, I have a mix I like to use here, and here are what it looks like with just scraps of paper. Definitely no need to buy specialty paper if you're starting out.

For the sharp tool, I prefer to use an empty mechanical pencil (i prefer ones with a metal tip for easy cleaning, but a plastic one will work perfectly fine if you use clean paper). These are easy enough to obtain but if you don't have one a simple toothpick will also do the job, although you might have to replace it if it cracks.

These are the only essentials in my opinion, but more tools can be used as you progress, like a spray bottle with water which will make the paper keep its shape on its own, small clothespins to keep the paper in place for more complex models, or curved rulers to invent your own pattern. Again Lukasheva's book is quite useful for suggestion on what materials to get, but no need to rush and buy it all to start!

3. How to actually do it To get the pattern on the paper you actually plan to fold, you can either directly print it (a good reason to use printer paper), or if you don't have a printer place your paper on your computer screen and trace it. If you'd like to fold another paper than the one you have the pattern on, you can place your patterned paper on top of the one you intend to fold, and follow the creases with your sharp tool. They will be transferred onto your end goal paper and you can trace them again with your tool to reinforce them. Check out the first clip in this video for an example of this process. If you mess up while tracing, don't worry too much; you can always go over the line again.

Once you have your pattern on your paper of choice, it's time to reinforce those creases. This is a crucial step to ensure sharp creases and will drastically simplify the folding process. To do this, look at your pattern and verify which creases are valley folds and which are mountain fold. Then, take your sharp tool and mark them in the direction you want the paper to go. Since you are always marking valleys with your tool, switch your paper to the other side when you want to make mountain folds. This is especially important if you have colored your paper and want a specific side to be viewed. If you've marked the wrong side, simply switch your paper to the other side and mark it the right way; creases on printer paper are pretty easy to reverse. Don't hesitate to be quite forceful during this step, again we want those creases to be sharp.

Once that is done the folding can start! For this step, lightly push the sides of the paper together as if you were making it smaller. It should naturally follow the curves you've marked. Your job is now to go over those creases and reinforce them as you would with folding a straight crease: use your nails or the tips of your fingers to progressively sharpen them. I find it easier to work from the sides to the center, in several passes folding the paper sharper and sharper. You can see an example of this process here. As you can see I am reinforcing the curves by pushing the waves towards each other, making the mountain folds go up and the valley folds go down. Like plate tectonics! A useful part of the folding process is understanding paper tension. In this video you can see I am holding the paper in my right hand in a way that holds it together: I am pinching a mountain fold with two fingers on the bottom, and holding another one with my thumb on the top. This makes it easier to go with my left hand and fix the valley fold in the spiral in the bottom by simply pushing down on it; you can see it snapping into place automatically. The more creases you are trying to hold together at the same time, the harder it is; this is why it's useful to start will simple models. A final folding example in this video: here too I am holding the paper with my right hand, and pinching with my left. Pinching with only your fingers makes a softer gesture, and helps at the beginning of the process to avoid sharp creases where you don't want them. Using one nail (or a ruler if you have short nails) alongside a curve will help sharpening your curves without pinching with both your nails and risk making a straight line accidentally. I find that folding the mountain folds (like the blue curve in the last example) is easier for me. For the other half of the curves, simply turn the paper over and the valley folds become mountains! You can also sharpen your creases with the tool you use to mark them down on the paper like in this video. This is especially useful for the center of spirals which are otherwise hard to get precisely with only your fingers. Mostly this process involves a lot of back and forth! Don't be worried about sharpening the same line several times, or having to push it down the right way more than once. It is also useful to look at a photo reference of the model you are folding to know what results to expect; how sharp the creases should be, or which creases are valleys or mountains if you get confused.

Once you're satisfied with your model, you can either leave it as is if you like to stretch it and scrunch it, or you can let it set a bit for it to keep its shape. For this, simply lay your model on a flat surface, and place some books or whatever heavy objects you have on each side, squeezing it as much as you can like in this photo (no need to put a book on top of it in addition to the sides if you're afraid about squashing it). You can then leave it overnight to keep its shape! This will work even better if you lightly spray it with water before leaving it. And that's it! please tell me if you've used this to make some curved origami, or if you'd like more clarifications. Enjoy your folds and see ya!

[subskz]

cw // bondage, rough punishment (?), feet lol

tying lino up?🥰

idgaf feet are ugly but I'd tie his legs up so his feet are elevated and bound together and I'd gag his bitchass and shut him the fuck up and grab those pegs (yk to hang up clothes) and put them on his toes one by one🤭

awww it hurts? good🥰

imagine taking those canes yk and just fucking smacking it against the soles of his feet🤭 aww poor baby crying against the gag🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

punishing him by also using different types of floggers, crops, loops, paddles whatever you have lying around to spank/hit his legs, thighs, ass etc. leaving pinkish marks and the more you keep going the redder the skin grows and the more you see the marks left on his delicate skin🥰🥰🥰🥰

imagine the way he'd flinch each time🤩🤩 crying so cutely and pressing his legs together, seemingly nervous suddenly? oh? so you walk around and he tries to turn away and you yank him back and see his dick hard and throbbing against his tummy🤭🤭

heehee hitting his tummy? hitting the skin of his cute tummy with a crop? leaving marks on it? using the flogger to tickle his sides just so smack it down when he gets too squirmy? 🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰

you should definetly take a picture of his lewd position, lower body filled with marks and flustered skin🥰🥰🤭🤭🫶🏻🫶🏻

now what could have possibly sparked this sudden cruelty towards sweet innocent angel lino who has never done anything wrong in his entire life? 🥰

gagging lino is always a favorite…pretty pouty lips wrapped around a ballgag so no matter how much he tries to mouth off it all just comes out as cute garbled nonsense instead <3 clothespins on his toes is actually such a deliciously evil idea i love it hehe restraining the kitty’s claws so he can’t lash out at you 😼 it’d be fun to go the extra mile and put clamps on his nipples too i just can’t get the idea out of my head that they’re extra sensitive…toying w every part of his pretty body except the spot where he needs you most~ there’s smth so satisfying abt the thought of his sweet, airy, angelic voice getting rougher and raspier w each lil shout and gasp he lets out each time you smack his skin ❤️‍🔥

hitting the skin of his tummy…….this is a direct calculated attack on ME -_-; the soft expanse of his stomach rising and falling so rapidly and littered w fresh red marks…i loveee the idea of gently tickling his sides almost to soothe him, then surprising him w a sudden impact. the difference between his soft mewls that it tickles and his yelps of pain would be so good (esp w the added thrill of carefully smacking around the area where his dick is twitching against his tummy…just to make his heart race a lil more)

[april-is]

April 13, 2024: Broken Periodic, Maya C. Popa

Broken Periodic Maya C. Popa

No one who has ever had a childhood wants what’s happening. No one who has ever wondered anything: where the rain’s headed in her steel hooves. Questions wrongly put swell like moths under a light. On the streets, everything looks human. You forget certain animals are bloodless injured. You must imagine some other color that means hurt. At night, you sleep with something like your gifts: to anguish and ascribe a language, music. To slice a fig the long way and linger. To grieve for a country. To grieve without a country to grieve.

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Also by Maya C. Popa: Wound is the Origin of Wonder

Today in:

2023: Speech to the Young: Speech to the Progress-Toward (Among them Nora and Henry III), Gwendolyn Brooks 2022: We Lived Happily During the War, Ilya Kaminsky 2021: Hurry, Marie Howe 2020: Oh, Robert Creeley 2019: It Was Summer Now and the Colored People Came Out Into the Sunshine, Morgan Parker 2018: In Two Seconds, Mark Doty 2017: Aubade, Louis MacNeice 2016: Before, Ada Limón 2015: Sign for My Father, Who Stressed the Bunt, David Bottoms 2014: Ullapool Bike Ride, Chris Powici 2013: Clothespins, Stuart Dybek 2012: Ghost Story, Matthew Dickman 2011: Graves We Filled Before the Fire, Gabrielle Calvocoressi 2010: On Being Asked To Write A Poem Against The War In Vietnam, Hayden Carruth 2009: The Bear-Boy of Lithuania, Amy Gerstler 2008: Today’s News, David Tucker 2007: All There is to Know About Adolph Eichmann, Leonard Cohen 2006: Gamin, Frank O’Hara 2005: [this is what you love: more people. you remember], D.A. Powell

[sluttysaph]

im gonna put this here today and leave it till i play, which won’t be sooner than sunday, most likely even later, but<3

1 like = 2 spanks with a hairbrush on pussy

1 comment = 2 nipple twists on each boob

1 reblog = 2 minutes with a clothespin on tongue

+ send anon, add # to a reblog or comment and tell me what words should i write on myself

++ putting | on myself for any task i complete so feel free to give me some:) (wanna be marked like this: llll)

don’t be shy to interact even if we’re not moots:) just men and minors do not interact please!

[squirting-sub]

More marks the day after.

Marks from clothespins on my stomach and other places have faded along with rope marks on my anke and wrist. More marks are on the inside of my upper arm, from a latex tube she tied around it and let it snap against my skin. I've also got some bruises on the back of my thighs, my boobs (from a riding crop) and bite marks on my neck.

Love seeing the marks she leaves on my body and feeling the pain when she intentionally squeezes or slaps them 💕

[the-nosy-neighbor]

Who is alive?

This all feels very much like the rumors that swirled around the Abbey Road album by the Beatles.  There was a whole lot of speculation that Paul McCartney was dead because he wasn’t wearing shoes in the picture, among other details.  

So, let’s look at the crackpot details:

Barnaby is dead. (theory)  details taken from r/welcomehomeneighbor or r/welcomehomearg (I will post the user details when/if I find them.)

In the first image, Wally is sitting on a rock.  The rock is blue, and appears to have a hand and arm.  The colors on the hand are similar to the drawing of Barnaby’s paw that we see.  The paw is open with the palm up, based on the art of the paw and the color of the pads.  It looks like Barnaby has a red slash across his wrist.  There is a tic tac toe board on what would either be his back or belly.  I haven’t gotten to the tic-tac-toe parts yet, but my assumption is that the colors of the tic-tac-toe marks tell us something as well.  Using that theory, this game would be between Frank and Julie.  The colors kind of blend, so it is hard to be certain here.  

Then, we have a drawing of Wally on the News page, which seems on the up and up.  It’s a news page, everyone loves Wally.  So we have a drawing of him sitting in an armchair, reading a paper.  The armchair has a detail that is very suspicious.  The patch on the chair has a polka dot pattern that is closely associated with Barnaby.  Could this be Barnaby’s skin?  When you look closer, you can see that Barnaby’s face is on the newspaper.  I have seen speculation that this is a missing persons type article or death announcement, but Barnaby could very well be included in some Welcome Home paper for about anything.

The clothespins in a secret video:  the Barnaby/Frank video.

There are a row of clothespins that look like people.  I’ve always thought those type of clothespins look like people.  It looks very much like they are made up of a head, trunk, and legs.  There is a row of pins, almost like a semicircle, around one pin (upside down), and a destroyed tomato.  (Barnaby gets tomatoes thrown at him.)  

In the video between Frank and Julie we have dialogue about bugs eating the vegetables and what should be done about it, but in this video, Frank and Wally are having some garden time together (with Wally’s view very low, as if he is laying on his belly while looking at the tomatoes) as Frank teaches Wally about how these blue flowers require a basic soil, and how pine straw shouldn’t be used for these flowers.  I think these are hydrangeas, as they appear pink, purple, or blue depending on the acidity of the soil.  (according to google, hydrangeas are unique in this way.  Blue equals higher acidity, pink equals lower.)  According to The Spruce, the idea that pine needs lower ph or acidify soil is a myth (I don’t know if that is relevant.)  

Frank and Barnaby have an unfriendly conversation here.  Granted, these characters are foils, with Frank being meticulous and fussy and Barnaby being super casual and joking all the time.  It appears that Barnaby’s only activity that gets discussed throughout the website so far is that he goes around telling people jokes, hanging out with Wally, and chasing Eddie around the neighborhood.  The chasing thing, at least, could be a reason for Frank to be put off by Barnaby, but it could just be the fact that they are so different.

Frank is so done with Barnaby from the beginning, (which I totally get because pun runs are pretty much the worst) and it quickly devolves into Frank being catty about the color of Barnaby’s fur, and he actually seems to kind of take offense.  Barnaby continues to punish us all with puns until Frank makes him leave, and says “I don’t understand why you like him, W…”

During the video clips so far, we have seen Barnaby interacting with different people.  He and Howdy get along because of the jokes, but I don’t trust either of them, especially given the way Howdy sells fake food to Sally (I will discuss at some point.)  Barnaby is pretty awful to Julie, telling her that her joke is terrible and she can’t tell jokes.  Barnaby chases down Eddie to get his packages, even though Eddie has apparently told him time and time again that he has to put it in the mailbox (I don’t know whose policy, maybe just Eddie’s?”  And in the final clip of the day, Barnaby is talking to home about everyone, being snarky and unkind, to the point that home seems to be disapproving.  

Back to some non-canon art.    

As an early representation, we only see five colors on the phone:  Wally, Barnaby, Julie, Frank and Poppy.  The covered entities could potentially be dead/gone/erased.  Home is not included as a neighbor, which continues.  Two options on the phone dial are blanked out, as well.  

It could be that color nuance is removed in the grainy footage, but it might mean something specific that those colors are there.  If the video goes back up, I will get the full order of colors.

The tomato in our video image have been demolished.  They are completely open and spread out on the ground.  The tomatoes behind the row of figures are whole and look healthy enough.  This could be pointing to the death/destruction of our upside down clothespin friend and the neighbors being the line of defense between certain destruction and safety. 

[candiid-caniine]

randomly getting you to the edge. Maybe disable your ability to cum before just going wild on teasing your body. Maybe we could edge you repeatedly while you sleep only to make you go all numb once you wake up, leaving you desparate with no way to take the edge off. Or we could install triggers so when random things happen durring the day your body reacts to it. Stuff like, every 1000 steps you get a ruin. When you hear someone asking for the time you feel the need to edge. When someone shakes your hand it feels like a tug to your clit. If you see someone texting you will want to share a fantasy with us.

shdhshshd uhh, I wasn't planning on touching myself this early in the day but I may have to revise that thought *-*

fuck. I'm so into this type of hypnosis or conditioning, the kind that's almost lazy or random, turning the conditioned person into basically like an idle phone game 😭 yk how with idle gaming you get a certain resource or bonus depending on certain factors, like time passing, the use or position of your resources or player character, the leveling, progression, etc? I wanna be that. basically.

so every 1000 steps is a ruin. ofc it's hard to train the body to recognize the 1000 step mark, so you put a smartwatch or some other step counter system on your trancee and condition the urge to check it often. that's one factor of the idle game brainmod (lmao).

combining triggers, though, is the kicker, at least for me...if, on that 1000th step, you see someone looking at a clock, the number of ruins per 1000 steps goes up by one. if you pass through a doorway at any point after 500 but before 1000 steps, you're compelled to edge in that room immediately, and also every time you enter that room in the future. etc etc. so that, like an idle game, effects and resources domino into one another 🫠

or consider a multiplying buffer. the more time passes between the time the sub checks their step count, the more strongly they have the urge to act slutty: spreading their legs, staring at people's mouths, wanting to get on their knees, calling everyone they meet "sir" or "miss," just getting more and more submissive and slutty and desperate until they check that step count...so if the sub is trying to avoid it out of defiance, or because they're close to 1000 and don't want to ruin again, they get a strong reminder of their place 💕

combine the above with the idea of handshakes = clit tugs. if you're resisting checking your steps, and someone shakes your hand, you automatically apologize. when asked why you're apologizing, you feel the compulsion to tell them it's for being a slut, and because them touching your hand made your clit twitch, and the only way you can keep from succumbing to this compulsion is to check your steps :)

another combo...if you've avoided checking, then after your next ruin, for the entire duration until the next 1000, handshakes feel like someone putting a clothespin on your clit. every time you check your steps after this, you get the same feeling. another dilemma, because you're desperate to check your steps and avoid this effect next time and get to 1000 so it can be over, but every time you do, it gets worse 💕

whew. definitely gonna have to touch myself after this 😭

[187days]

Day Seventeen

The ninth grade English teachers recently had students choose an image of themselves and write one-page personal narrative about it. They made a display out of string and clothespins, printed everyone's pieces in color, and hung them on the display. It's SO cool, and so much better than white walls. I took a "five minute field trip" with my second section of Global Studies so we could look at their work. They were all talking about wanting to find theirs when they came into class, so I figured we should just do that to start with.

Then they- and the students in my other two sections- used today's class to finish putting together their geography projects and practice presenting them. The practice went the best in my third section; groups actually made notecards, went out into the hall to practice (I stood in the doorway so I could see them). and so on. In the other two sections, it was less extensive and far more reluctantly done, but I was able to show a few students that it was beneficial because they were able to correct their pronunciation, get comfortable reading some of the larger numbers that might've tripped them up, and things like that.

Whether they practiced or not, though, I'm looking forward to their presentations. It's been a while since I've done a group project like this with freshmen, so it's been a learning experience for me as well as for them, and I think it's been a good one.

In APGOV, I was back at the front of the room- after days of project work, presentations, and guests- to begin the first unit of the actual AP curriculum: foundations of American democracy. I called students' attention back to the lessons we'd done on in the first couple days of school about the years leading up to the Revolutionary War. Then I showed a Crash Course episode on the subject, asked questions to review their knowledge of the Declaration of Independence, and lectured on the task our Founders had to form a government once the Declaration had been signed. They're supposed to read the Articles of Confederation and US Constitution by Monday (we have a guest speaker tomorrow), so this lesson is segueing into the next one really obviously.

What else?

I screwed up a bit, but it's not totally my fault. I've always moved the tables in my room around for various activities, but their default layout is rows. A teacher trick I learned years ago to ensure they got put back into those rows correctly was to mark their placement on the floor with a sharpie. I've done it for years, but we've got a new Head of Maintenance this year, and he came in to fix a busted lightbulb, saw the marks, and made the custodian assigned to my hallway clean them. I found out and apologized immediately; it had just never been an issue before! The custodian told me not to worry about it because he's super nice, but still.

I also had a couple meetings today, and I think I handled those well. It's Thursday, so, of course, we had a PLC meeting in the morning; we spent it discussing some upcoming events and directives from the leadership team, then filling out the professional goals paperwork we're required to do each year. And, during my prep, I had a less formal meeting with Dean 1 about the challenges the new teachers are facing. There's nothing extraordinary, it's all typical new teacher stuff, but he wanted my thoughts on what would be most helpful.

And, as longtime readers know, one thing I'm rarely shy about is giving my thoughts. It's good to have admins who appreciate that trait!

[horny4domination]

Well first off, a little back story into my fetish desires:

For years I've wanted to be stripped & tied/cuffed (naked) then relentlessly played with, tortured:

- (balls FIRMLY tied and slapped, weighted, kicked, punched, squeezed and more)

- cock also slapped (by hand or by regular crop and chain crop). I also want my mini cock to be covered in clothespins, covered in hot candle wax, wrapped in string (as tight as possible), scratched, pinched, twisted (in 2-3 places <opposite directions>, flicked, snapped with rubberbands, and probably more, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY....trampled by a woman (bare feet, stocking feet and my most favorite: wearing peep toe high heels) [ofc completely covering my mini cock in heel marks]

- I have also had an overwhelming fantasyof being tied/cuffed laying naked on the floor then having my small cock tied and pulled up from the ceiling as high as possible, then tied to something heavy enough to keep me like that while other tortures are done to my balls and nipples. (Choose ANY from above)

Lets go back to being tied/cuffed naked.... I'd LOVE to be edged an insane amount of times consecutively (with balls tied ((with weights)) to make it even more difficult for me to cum)

NOW PRESENTLY

I had a not so serious medical condition that has required a bit of time and a whole lot of patience.

I say that because the whole time I have been experiencing EXTREME sensitivity to my baby cock.

Now and for one other 2 week period, I have had my cock compression wrapped (tightly enough to not stop blood flow.)

So now, as soon as my "issue" is done being fixed, I have been fantasizing about being locked in a small chasity cage and being sensually teased (NO ANAL) for a week or two, THEN moved to a spiked chasity cage then relentlessly teased for at least an hour per day (both locked ofc!!)

HUMILIATION OF MY TINY COCK ALSO A PLUS!!

Honestly, I would like to find a trustworthy woman to do all these things here (no nudity or sex involved) ONLY entertaining yourself by torturing me (doing the above listed things to your content)

[april-is]

April 13, 2023: Speech to the Young: Speech to the Progress-Toward (Among them Nora and Henry III), Gwendolyn Brooks

Speech to the Young: Speech to the Progress-Toward (Among them Nora and Henry III) Gwendolyn Brooks

Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, "Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night." You will be right. For that is the hard home-run. Live not for battles won. Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.

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More Gwendolyn Brooks: when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story

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