femsubdenial:

syneblue-blog:

eeyore9990:

valeria2067:

theupbeat-hart:

valtharr:

aviculor:

jumpingjacktrash:

imo he was being super salty about that tendency guys have to blame their anatomy for their bad choices

it’s like “oh i don’t want to be a creepo but my dick has a mind of its own” “well here’s a scissors fix your life”

or maybe, you know, have some damn respect, and don’t pretend you don’t have a choice of whether to be nasty

i think people have a tendency to take jesus literally when he was actually throwing shade, or to take things in this really smarmy martyrish way when they’re actually pretty snippy

i mean “turn the other cheek” sounds like being a doormat until you picture how it would play out: someone smacks you, and you turn and go “do it again, go on, take a swing buddy, does that make you feel better, do you feel like a winner now?” cuz you know what 90% of the time they will get curled up shame toes and shuffle off

tl;dr: no jesus did not actually want you to take a spoon to your eyeballs for babe watching, he wanted you to take responsibility for how you treat people

All of the actions Jesus told his followers to perform are actually passive-aggressive actions meant to oppose and resist Jerusalem’s Roman colonizers. Like,

turning the other cheek is actually a matter of forcing the Roman to either break proper slapping etiquette or to hit you properly- thereby treating you as an equal instead of someone he’s subjugating. If a debtor is taking all your possessions in court, you include the shirt off your back so his greed is causing you to commit public nudity. And when a soldier forces you to carry his equipment (as per the law of the time), you go the extra mile with him- literally carrying his bag beyond the distance that the law stipulates and therefore making the action illegal.

Context matters.

Jesus was a radical, rebellious, snarky twentysomething. Always remember that.

A Jesus post I’m here for.

Canon Jesus is always 100% better than current fanon Jesus

And I mean think about it. Jesus was a millenial. Two thousand years ago, sure, but he was a millenial. Never let bullshit “Christians” tell you otherwise.

If you look at these as the law of obvious consequence- making someone hit you more than they wanted to, keeping a person’s burden after you’re allowed to give it back, shaming a greedy person- they’re all situations where the victim is supposed to act in a way motivated by fear. Remove fear- fear of pain, of shame, of suffering- from the equation, and the victim no longer responds in a way that allows the oppressor to exercise control. This not only undermines the authority of an unjust system, but exposes its most basic flaw: fear is a choice, and government that rules through fear has no real power.

There’s so much here to unpack and love, but I’m so blown over by the “Jesus used snark to tell people to own their shit” concept that the rest of it is going to have to wait.

My favorite fantasy is being forced to keep count of forced orgasms, and then for every orgasm I have it equals one week of denial. The sweet torment of knowing that the very thing I want is the thing that also stands in the way of getting what I want.

femsubdenial:

denied-and-begging:

female-orgasm-denial:

That is a beautiful fantasy, thanks anon. 

Imagine after they’ve tied you down, and the wand starts to buzz they whisper, ‘Different rules today, sweetie. Each time you cum can shout for me to ruin it, and I’ll only add three days to your denial, but if you don’t, an orgasm is three weeks added. Let’s go to work…’

Send in your Follower Fantasies here

The thought of this turns me on so much. I’m debating whether to tell Sir about it. It’s so hot. But could I stand it? What would be worse? Orgasms that gave me days and weeks of tortured denial, or ruining my own orgasms to try and get some future mercy? Is it wrong that both of those ideas are making me drip through my panties?

Mmmmm

good-subby:

Tonight

I was relaxing in bed looking at my phone when you decided you wanted to have some fun. You got into bed next to me and without saying a word gently took my phone from my hands and set it on the bedside table. I started saying “What are you-” before you gently put one finger on my lips and quietly went “Shhhhhh”. You pull me closer to you and whisper in my ear “Close your eyes honey”. I do as I’m told and after a second I feel a piece of fabric drift over my shut eyes and tie behind my head. Already getting excited my breath picks up pace. Quickly you force me to lie on my back while you mount me taking a small gasp from me. You bunch a lock of my hair in your hand and pull my head back exposing my neck. You immediately start ravishing my neck catching me by surprise and making me whimper. I instinctively cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the noise. With your free hand you gently grab my hand and put it back to resting at my side saying “Don’t do that baby boy, I want to hear all your moans and whimpers.” After you say that I melt a little and reply “Okay mistress” in a breathless voice. I feel your mouth immediately go back to my neck kissing and biting gently trying to pry every last pathetic cry of pleasure from my lips. You move the hand that isn’t pulling my head to my inner thigh making me instantly tense up. You stop kissing my neck to whisper in my ear “It’s okay honey, I’m not going to hurt you… well at least until the time is right that is.”. I can’t see it but I know you have this devilish grin on your face, the one you make when considering what to do with your toy. I bite my lip as I think of what you might do to me, the pleasures I might receive, the lips I might feel on the sensitive parts of my body, the possibility of rope binding me. You move your hand up my inner thigh and grab what is rightfully yours making me gasp and whimper at the same time. I feel your mouth move by my ear so you can whisper one last message before we begin, “I can’t wait for what I’m going to do to you tonight.”.

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