A New Devious Chapter

I grew up with the normal over-protective parents.  Worried about the idea of their child having sex, and how responsibly they would go about it. Well, I'm the youngest, with an older sister who is drastically more overweight than I am.  Between that, and my older brother threatening any boy that looked at her, she never even had a boyfriend until she was graduated from High School. I was a nerd though.  Tiny, petite, and able to hold my own, I almost exclusively had male friends, and they were nearly all older than me. So, my mother decided to pump into my head at a young age that boys only wanted to fuck me, and couldn't possibly be friends with me.  That sex outside of a relationship was bad, and that wanting sex as a female was wrong. Well, yes, a lot of my male friends wound up wanting to fuck me.  I however, had no problem telling them I wasn't interested, and a good number of my male friends were just that.  They had no issue just being friends, and they'

I need to talk a bit about rape.  Rape, consent, and what those aren't. I can admit with full honesty that I have been raped twice in my life.  Once when I was six, and again when I was twenty-two.  Both times I told the other person "No" told them to stop, fought back, and was very clear in how much I didn't want it to happen.  It however, did, and I have lived beyond it, and try not to let it affect me. However, it does.  In what might be the best way possible. I never want to exist in a situation where me clearly and straightly saying "NO" doesn't end what is happening.  It doesn't matter what space I'm in, or what the scene I'm a part of involves, I will come back to earth if something is a problem, and it will be very noticeable. And if you can't respect that, well, I probably shouldn't have played with you to start.  Have fun getting your ass kicked as soon as I have the chance. Sometimes though, for everyone, we make a

I've always gone by many names. My "real" name is actually the least common of all of them. The most common one however, I never thought I would consider putting away. Many of my friends have their own names for me.  We consider it a term of endearment, and I tend to use alternate names for most of them.  Names we have adopted to be more fitting to who are. At certain venues, I use names I've chosen.  My stage name has become something I use at all faires and events of similar nature. If on the rare chance I use my birth name, I prefer to use it fully.  I dislike how it shortens, and find it childish.  There is one particular shortening of it that I absolutely despise, and have hit people for calling me by it. I even have a name I give when I simply don't want to exist.  My name when causing trouble, so it doesn't get linked back to me. Whether it be Aislin, Demon, Spike, Jocelyn, Vlos, Chaos, Trouble, or a myriad of others, the most common, the o

While I may give love through service, it's not how I prefer to receive it. Having people do things for me makes me uncomfortable.  I hate asking for help, and I dislike big gifts without being able to do something in return. How do I prefer to be shown love? Touch, and time. I want to be able to curl up in your lap, and feel your hand on my back.  To feel your arms around me, and just to hold your hand. Simple, small touches mean the world to me, make me feel like I'm actually desired, and bring me peace of mind. And while we're curled up together, I want to make memories with you.  Memories of time spent just with you.  Not on our phones, or sucked into technology.  Maybe a movie on in the background while we have a conversation that bounces around a million topics, full of horrible comments we couldn't (or rather, shouldn't) say in public. Go on adventures with me.  A car ride to nowhere, or exploring somewhere new.  I want to share these experience

I often find that I just don't fall into categories for personalities, and can't fall into any sort of boxes like most people do. I'm just a little too weird for that apparently. Affection is especially difficult for me.  I've been stabbed in the back so many times, and had the way I show affection, or have it given to me turned around on me, that it's destroyed me a few times. Still though, there are ways that I prefer to receive and give my love for others. Sometimes falling into a box isn't such a bad things. So there are these love languages.  There's five of them, and everyone is supposed to have one or two that works best for them to feel love, or how they express it. The love languages are supposed to be: 1. Touch 2. Gifts 3. Acts of Service 4. Quality Time 5. Words of Affirmation Mine don't quite fit with how I give and receive love. When I show someone I care, first and foremost, I do it through acts of service. I like hel

Sometimes I forget how useful being a switch is. I find communication during play to be incredibly important.  That level of self awareness on the part of the bottom to inform the top what is going on is vital for play, especially when pain is concerned.  Sure, if there is power exchange, one person is putting themselves into the hands of the other, however at least in my case I trust the dominant involved to want me to enjoy what's going on.  I know that if I say something, they can choose to keep going, but I trust them to move, or make changes as necessary to have the most fun possible. Even as a top myself, I am very keyed into the responses of the bottom I am playing with, to communicate, and steer the session in the most fun way for everyone.  I want to not be the person people are only going to play with once and never again. Now, especially with my pain tolerance, I need to be clear about how I signal the top I'm playing with.  They need to know when to hit me

There is a side to my kink, that while more familiar, is a bit less constant than my masochism. It's not quite that desire for force that I have whenever I'm playing, or fucking someone. It sleeps.  For a while anyway. When it wakes up though, it is an unshakable craving.  You can see the fire for it in my eyes, yearning for it. Oh the fun of being a switch. I'm just as much as, if not then more of a sadist than I am a masochist. My sadism is where I am most obviously primal.  In lieu of toys and tools, I prefer to tear someone apart with my bare hands.  To dig my teeth into their flesh until I know they'll wear the marks for weeks.  Ripping through their skin until they bleed for me.   Devouring them whole, like a monster. And knowing they put themselves in my hands for this purpose.  That they trust their lives to me, knowing I will leave them broken to pieces, bruised, battered, and left in shreds.  That they will ask for it.  Want me to unleash on them in