Oh please…OH PLEASE……Really PLEASE…let this be a translation software fluke

by The Suburban Domme on April 6, 2013

BDSM cat eating

I truly hope……

The one who was surfing with this search string…

English wasn’t their first language

And they were looking for vid clips or stories about cunnilingus……

(Oh please tell me the word pussy is what they meant)

From → Whiskey---Tango ---Foxtrot

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ankoku1331 permalink

Well that is a new search term alright.

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- The Suburban Domme permalink
  
  Ain’t it tho…..had me shaking my head and glad I wasn’t sippin’ on my coffee when I popped the blog open this morning.
  
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Mrs Fever permalink

I don’t want to burst your Happy Bubble, Serendipity… But there are some seriously sick fucks out there. 😦

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- The Suburban Domme permalink
  
  And Monssieur Notasub…was sippin his coffee when I read it out loud…..and he choked as he tried to swallow as he gagged and then slobbered the words “Damnthat’sjustSICK” all as ONE word
  
  Sad but true…oh so true. 😦
  
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Sassy Sarah permalink

I am going with the illusion that they meant pussy. I know there are some sick fuckers out there but I would rather not think about them. Unless they are invading my bubble or my child’s bubble. I think I have dealt with enough in my life.
This one time, i was about 17, my girlfriend was messing around with this guy and his roommate asked me if I wanted to go for a motorcycle ride. I was like sure why not, it was better than watching those two. This asshole took me to a place I had no idea where the fuck I was. (my sense of direction sucks, which is one of the reasons I am always working with my daughter on her sense of direction, in the hopes that she never feels trapped as I have because of it)
we get off the bike, look around and I turn around and he is masturbating.
I am like what the fuck.
Now had I known where the fuck I was I would of just walk away.
Instead I just kept asking if he was done yet. He kept saying well if I had help, ya buddy that is not going to happen, are you done yet?
I know this story isn’t as sick as the thoughts of a cat, but it still is sick. He finally did finish and gave me a ride back, I grabbed my girlfriend and we were out of there. I never seen him again. thank God.

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If you don’t want the fantasy bubble popped………….

then don’t read the blog.

I’m not writing erotic fantasy.

If you are looking for wank fodder------
Might as well move along now cuz you won’t find anything good here, in fact what’s here will probably bore you to tears.

The story of “us” is autobiographical….there’s no fantasy here.

The nitty gritty underbelly of what happens when two people who aren’t on the same kink level try to incorporate a FemDom D/s lifestyle into an already established long term relationship.

He’s the kinky one….

I’m the one who will forever be playing catch up trying to not go under for the third time as he drags me from kinky thing to kinky thing.

I have to give my husband props tho….he is smart enough to know if he drags me under for the third time……..he’s going down with me, so he works hard to prevent dragging me under.

The Suburban Domme, not what you might expect!

The Suburban Domme

Mom, wife, business owner in that order. I live in a 24-7 D/s marriage. It’s always been a FLR but the addition of FemDom and D/s has become an integral part of our everyday life. I use my husband’s fetishes and kinky urges on him, not against him, to keep a happy balance in what is sometimes an unbalanced relationship due to the fact we are different ends of the kink spectrum. I’m not a merciless sadist. I tend to lean toward being a sensual sadist with a wicked sense of humor. Laughter is the best aphrodisiac in my world. I prefer giggling over cackling, a tender smile over a hateful sneer, issuing my sub a challenge as opposed to barking orders. Rarely will you find me in the standard issue Domme gear. That only comes out for scene play. The clothes do not make the Domme. I Domme my sub best in just plain ol’street clothes, a kitschy commentary type t-shirts, blue jeans and most likely cowboy boots and I do my Domme thing on the down low. I may be domming him right behind you at the market. If you see a man blush and fidget in response to a gesture or some words from the woman he is with, that might just *BE* me and my sub.

Yes I do read the mail!

But more often then not I respond via blog postings because I am often mused by the writers.

I do ignore requests for wank fodder.

There's wank fodder at every turn and the people who write it are much better at then I am! I am doing the world a favor by not attempting to do what I know I can't do!!

I don't write it because I am lousy at erotic writing...just ask my guys!

And no I won't give you ides on how to groom a partner.

BUT....

I am always looking for muses.

So feel free to muse me!!

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