There are websites on this green earth that don’t do a hell of a lot to protect their users’ safety, and many of them strip their photographs of the information they contain before they’re posted. Every photograph you take comes with a wealth of information about you, which can be accessed in 10 seconds at a free website with two clicks of a mouse. That info is called EXIF data. When a site sees it as one of the most rudimentary safety problems, you can assume it’s pretty risky. Prolly not a good idea to bypass that safety mechanism by emailing your photographs to other members.
Smartphones and new cameras have GPS so that selfie you took of yourself in your bathroom (please clean your room) tells anyone who cares to check exactly where you live. Your longitude and latitude coordinates are embedded into your photograph. If you were smart enough to use an older camera instead, you’ve still given your home address away to someone who’s motivated enough to do a web crawl for other photographs taken with your camera because its serial number can be found with a few simple clicks, too. That also lays out a trail of breadcrumbs leading to your Facebook page and other social media accounts. If you’ve shared your phone number and employer on any of those sites, your photograph gives those away, too.
Yesterday someone who didn’t know me from a barbed wire flogger unwittingly friended me on Fetlife. It’s not something I recommend, but if you’re not doing your homework, I’m afraid you’re going to find yourself wrapped up in that very same barbed wire I mentioned earlier. An hour later he wrote (and I paraphrase)
I wasn’t expecting a friendly takeover of my feed.
I admit it. I am a master of The Newsfeed Coups d’état.
Holy harlot, Mother of the Fetlife feed, pray for us sinners now and in the hour of our spam.
Here’s the thing. I work from home. Fetlife has become the equivalent of my water cooler. All those on my friends on my list? They’re my colleagues. I will stalk the shit out of their profiles. I will love every post in their journals. I will have conversations under their posts. I will send PMs. Most importantly, I add a level of absurdity to their lives that they may not have encountered before.
We’re your Fetlife friends. Those Fetlife friends. You know the ones. The alpha Doms whose closets consist entirely of black T-shirts and leather waistcoats. The subs who type in slashy-speech because if T/they don’t remember T/their Twue position in their D/s Relationship at all times, P/poltergeists will surely punish T/them by haunting T/their homes. The same ones who don’t know how to spell ‘your’ and ‘you’re’. Your great new friend who tells you you’re not a real sub unless you’re into consensual nonconsent. The 19 year old Master whose avatar is of a shelf of toys arranged neatly on a purple satin tablecloth.
We all have a lot to offer your power exchange relationships, and we’re awesome friends to have. For instance, we’re predictable. Who else is going to tell the brats to fuck off and die? Or give their Doms a spiritual awakening by phoning them at work every time they drink a glass of water? Or generate enough vanilla-fear to make you change your favourite ice-cream flavour? We don’t think there’s anything weird about using our Fetlife nicknames in the real world. Are you saying that calling us ‘KittenSlut2000’ at parties isn’t sexy? Did you see the K&P post that read, “If You’re Poly and You Know it Clap Your Hands?” Hell, yeah!
Check out this poetic mixed metaphor I wrote to prove that sadists can be romantic, and look! I can also tie these knots. If you don’t think that’s awesome, I’m going to complain about twuism in the comments section. Here’s some humble bragging, which is urgently needed because I had an argument with SirRonan yesterday, and I want to show him I’m superior to him.
Wow, everyone! Who would have thought? This is an Oscar-Awards-type thank you speech because being on K&P has finally made me a celebrity.
The Fan Club
It’s impossible for us to restrain ourselves from telling you that your words are as beautiful as butterflies in the African savannah. Tomorrow is full frontal Friday, and we need to break the ice before we remind you to check out our new selfies in the morning. We’ll show you ours if you show us yours. <giggles> We think it’s okay for you to use a cock shot avatar because we’re sucking up to you to earn some social status around these here parts.
The Shy Fangirl
I’m agreeing with the fan club because I don’t have anything interesting to say besides <sigh>. I changed my avatar to this photo of me with a duckface before I commented on your post because you have great abs and I’m embarrassed about my face. <sigh>
I’m definitely a fangirl, but if I don’t admit it you’ll choose me over those hussies who keep drooling all over your awesome knot-tying talent.
Heterosexuals are the most threatened species in the kink community, so rare that myths about them abound. Some believe the heterosexual is already extinct, only ever having heard rumours of its existence. Others have been fortunate enough to have met a real life straight person, but seeing doesn’t always mean believing—some think heterosexuals are merely bisexuals in denial. This is not true. The kink world is, indeed, a habitat that still supports members who are only attracted to the opposite sex.
The International Union for Conservation of Nature on Fetlife (IUCNF) once worked to protect the survival of the heterosexual, but recently its policy changed. The vice president of IUCNF, David Kinkborough, said, “Why conserve a species that is less adaptive to its ecosystem? In layman’s terms, why bother to preserve a breed that can fuck only half the people that bisexuals can? Sex is, after all, what the world revolves around.”
Open the sub’s door. On the top of the sub comparator you will see a blue sticker. You have to insert a metal sample of the cock that you are going to use in the slot of this module. After insertion the comparator will accept this type of cock. Once this is set up, give the voice prompt, “Good girl. “ After the proper number of credits is reached (default setting is six fucks per day) the sub will enter play mode with the voice prompt, “Good luck getting me to do what you want now that I’ve gotten what I want, domly dom.”
The sub’s display will now show the credits of obedience accumulated. The sub control panel is intuitive, moving the mouth in the opposite direction than is demanded. Beating with a belt causes the mouth to talk back to you when domly dom game time expires. Once the time limit for smartass backchat is over, detect that the mouth has reached the ‘tired’ position and will now automatically close and wind up. During this phase the sub’s strength is low, so it’s a good idea to use this time to catch it and hold it against a wall. For excellent results, use your hands and legs to contain the sub’s squirming. For better results, do so while using the voice prompt, “When I’m finished with you…” together with your threat of choice. The sub’s mouth will engage simultaneously to its with wriggling, and its battery power will discharge from the resultant confusion.