My Limits & Permissions (Open Consent)

Consider this a public consent, even though access to this page is limited to keep it from too many prying eyes. The purpose is for planning a sex party (with me), a surprise fuck, or a surprise fuck party. (Yes, please.)

Every consent that I’m giving applies to men over 30 years of age only. I mean biological men, who have an XY-chromosome pair. Anyone who falls outside this age gap and is trans-something needs to ask further questions. (You don’t get to make my possible transphobia as a clause for a rape. You wouldn’t show up dressed as a clown into the house of a coulrophobic and consider yourself to be the morally just person in that equation. I don’t care how you feel about it, I am telling you, no matter if you’re a passing trans male or non-passing, you don’t assume you’re not “trans enough anymore” to be considered excluded. You are trans enough. (And I fucking HATE saying this knowing there are trans people I adore, but some of you are fucking insane, and I fucking FEAR YOU, assholes. I don’t so much discriminate you as I genuinely FEAR YOU as a transphobic. YOU did that. Now, learn the meaning of the word “phobia, you dumb fucks.”) Also note, that raping a sleeping, drunk, drugged, or unconscious woman is still a rape, even if she didn’t know she got raped. Just because I don’t know you’re trans doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be, thus, considered a rape if you try to use this page as a proof of consent. Also, just because you think my feelings are stupid or old-fashioned, and you don’t understand how they make sense, it still won’t permit you to ignore my non-consent. You do not need to understand why, just understand you’re not included in this consent.)

If you are not CIS-gendered male of over 30 years of age, I don’t consent to you reading the following either. (There’s no need for you to read it, and reading it would be unnecessary prying.):

Does NOT apply

In addition to trans people and men under 30, I’ll continue.

This consent DOES NOT apply to men who want to dominate me from the bottom. Who wants to do any of this just to please me, “because that’s what you want,” and “because I respect you and want you to be happy.” Very wrong vibe, will make everything taste very, very wrong. If you feel you don’t know what I want yet, don’t act on it yet.

Also, this consent does not apply to men who think they have “a right” of some description that is derived from maybe paying me for something at some stage, helping me, or supporting me somehow, thinking that’ll create a sexual obligation in me. It does not.

Good signs:

You need to know this is “kinda wrong.” It needs to flag in you that this is… BIZARRE. 😀 Weird. Kinky. Dangerous.

This needs to feel dangerous to you, namely, dangerous to me. You need to understand that this is dangerous for me… And be turned on by it.

For (the eyes of) XY-chromosomed men over 30 only:

I will refer to the members of this group (the XY-chromosomed men over 30) as “you” or “Doms“, and a leader of a group as “Master Dom.” (My True Emotion Mirrors are always Master Doms, even if they choose to temporarily transfer the position to someone else.)

My limits.

Don’t break any bones or leave unattractive scarring. I figure there probably is stuff I haven’t even got imagination for, so I can’t include or exclude them prior to realizing there’s crazy shit you might want to try. I prefer you save it to a session and surprise me rather than ask… If I hate it, I’ll use the safeword.

Don’t try to impress me with being ‘kinkiest kinkster’ or ‘toughest of doms’ or ‘master of cunnilingus’ because you don’t know what else to do. Do what you enjoy and stop second-guessing what I like. Don’t try to shock or impress me; I’m rather simplistic myself. I may not feel either feeling, but just be unsexily uncomfortable instead. Don’t patch up insecurity by trying to be “more” when you don’t know if less is enough. Less is not boring. Regular near-vanilla sex is not boring, but disconnected, insecure, wanna-wow men are.

So, my known limits: Piss, shit, vomit, women. There are exceptions that I’m aware of for all in minor form. In addition,

Piss: I like the idea of helping a guy take a piss.

Shit: there’s a crazy scenario that probably isn’t even a thing with that… So let’s just say shit is off the list but there is a lover-dom scenario where he CAN make it work… But I’ve NEVER heard anyone actually do it or think of it, it’s a brainchild of one of my TrEmoRs.

Vomit: When I get migraines, I vomit. I get hormonal migraines, meaning that sometimes I’m both horny as fuck and vomiting at the same time. During those days, if you don’t mind me spewing over the edge of the bed into a bucket, you do you. 😀

Women: And finally, women. I like bare-chested party women. You know things are getting very nicely heated up when there are topless girls around. I do not want to see their crotches (an accidental flash I’ll live with), and I don’t want to touch them (in any sexual way, non-sexual and friendly, no issue, even when nearly naked), and I don’t mind seeing them fucked from a good distance. I don’t want to be stuck too close to them tho, I want there to be a “way out” and a place to go to if and when I don’t want to watch or feel like I’m too much of a party to the act. I don’t want to be a participant in any way, but a voyeur role suits me sometimes. (If she’s pretty.)

Other than that… I do enjoy the thought of pain, albeit sadly, I’ll have to draw from my past life memories, as I haven’t been lucky enough to meet any of my true doms in this lifetime. Every time I meet a dom, they BORE ME to death. Their hubris, OMG. I’ve, frankly, given up on finding a substitute dommy a long time ago. That said, I have a past life memory of being killed in an BDSM situation for refusing to scream in pain. So there. That’s how much I can take, and will take, so try not to kill me. At least not until I’m at least 80 and want to go out while having a good time. 😀 I always said I wanted to get fucked to death so maybe one day, but hey. Fucked, not beaten but who’s picky? 😀 At the time I meant STD’s tho… But come to think of it, there are better ways to get fucked to death. :p (If there’s an accident, show the judge this page. 😀 I really don’t care if I died by accident while getting fucked. And, judge, go easy on a serial killer, too, unless he used to be a she, then, cut off shirs balls for me, will ya.)

Special mentions:

Needles, piercings; I can take them, do I enjoy them, I don’t know. Have to be vibing hard.

Cameras; fine by me.

Public exposure (shaming); don’t do it in front of children, obviously.

Bukkake: Fine as long as you know what it means to me. You see me as a distant, porn star -type of character that you may feel not to be good enough to shoot a load inside of. It can mean disrespect, which is fine, but know what it is that you’re trying to tell me with it. It may also mean you don’t feel good enough to shoot a load inside… That I don’t really like as an idea. I’d rather you cry in shame and cum inside than think you’re not worthy. :p

Don’t do anything as a matter of course, because it’s expected or the norm. Don’t do things to be “cool” or “kinky” enough. Don’t try to impress me by being as crazy as you possibly can imagine (that’s just veiled insecurity and not impressive). Focus on what you WANT TO DO, try, play with, prank me with, as simple and straightforward as it may be. I am there for your pleasure, not the other way around. I don’t like men who dom from the bottom trying to be all ‘kinky-kink-kinkety-kink’ while disconnected from the whole thing.

The Permissions.

You have permission to push my boundaries further, within the hard limits set above. I like being uncomfortable, being pushed. You have permission to treat me like you would want to, regardless of what feminists, GLBTQ+ community, or woke people say. I don’t have to like or enjoy everything you do.

Specifics.

I don’t really enjoy giving blow jobs. That opens up some fun in terms of forcing matters. I like anal at times, as long as it doesn’t hurt in the ‘something just broke’ sorta way. You can hurt and stretch and see how much my pussy can take, see for yourself. (I think it’s numb to all pain. :D) You can fuck my pussy as dry (without foreplay) as long as you’re able to penetrate it. (I like the intrusion, especially from a stranger.)

Generally speaking…

You can take your anger toward women out on me. If you happen to be pissed off with me, let me know… In the form of a good whipping. Just try not to kill me or break bones (or ligaments.) Bruises and gashes are fine.

Fantasies.

ALL of my written fantasies on this blog are to be taken as a guideline to what you can (attempt) to do in real life. It’s all written in an “I wish in real life” mindset. I’d rather get to more detail in a fantasy format.

What I publish (write) on Second Life (notecards and play-out scenes) can be taken as a thematic idea for real life. I sometimes take part in situations that are NOT fully to my liking on Second Life, mostly in relation to other women, but if it’s my venue (ZEN METAL), the content will match what I want 100%, even if it was very unlikely to take place… And even if women were involved, I’d manage the women the way I would in real life.

The safeword.

My safeword is safeword. EVEN IF you don’t know it, you’ll conclude it is what I mean, if I start screaming ‘safeword’ in the middle of things, right? (I like a stranger danger scenes so there’s a chance they don’t know the safeword…) If I am gagged, I will wave or ‘blink’ (open and close, fast) my hands even if my wrists are tied.

To prevent me from controlling everything from the bottom by saying (“green”) “yellow” (“red”) safewords all the time, the safeword needs to STOP EVERYTHING, untie me if I’m bound, let me go or get dressed, and return me to where you found me. To make sure safewords are not used willy-nilly, a 24-hour no-contact time must follow as a punishment for me for being a chicken, and for you for not knowing better.

If I say “safeword” or “blink with my hand,” NO FURTHER SEXUAL ACTION can happen in 24 hours, to punish both of us. In a group situation, I’ll say “safeword” followed by details of who is the issue etc. in plain language.

When and where.

Visiting hot guys: If and when I am visiting another city and staying with someone you can contact, I’ll blog about it. My host will be the master dom. Obviously, I trust the guy if I’m visiting him, so any details such as “can I come” will be run by him. I don’t want to know… anything before hand. His mistakes will be my responsibility – I put myself into that situation. If I didn’t inform him properly, or make sure he’s well-informed, or I trusted the wrong guy, that’s all my bad.

You can invite me to stay, invite me to “star” a sex party, or whatever else you have in mind. You can always ask! Despite what it may seem, I do know how to say no. Although sometimes find it hard to resist temptation even if I figure it’s going to be frozen pizza -sex. I need someone (a dom) around to keep my standards high (until it’s sexy to drop them again). XD