Originally I wasn’t going to let this just turn into “here’s a list of kinks I enjoy”, but I kinda started that with the last two posts, so I may as well just start writing and see where I end up.
“Casually used slut” is a great place to start, because it really covers a lot of ground in one simple phrase. It could mean a quick grope while I’m preparing dinner in the kitchen (see: “malewife”), it could mean getting woken up by the click of handcuffs (stole that one from Mistress, thank you Mistress!) or your cock down my throat. It could mean being passed between Dommes at a party – but only after you’ve consented of course, it’s your property they’re playing with, after all… It’s the sort of thing that really needs a well-established relationship to properly work, someone I can trust with the broad consent of “you can do whatever you like to me”. It’s long been a fantasy of mine, I think, and I was able to at least partially confirm that I’m into it during my first in-person session – I know I’ve talked about this ad nauseam, but being tied up and unable to resist her, feeling her hands touch all over me, squeeze my balls, stroke my ass, tweak my nipples. I couldn’t resist, but more than that – I didn’t want to. Just casually being touched, used, fucked by powerful women – that’s the dream.
And, going on from that, we may as well lead straight into the good ol malewife. It’s obviously very (entirely) domestic by nature, so it also relies on that high level of trust and connectivity already being in place – you wouldn’t just let some random slut or Domme into your home, would you? (Would you…?) As I’ve mentioned before, I love feeling useful, feeling used, being of actual service to you – but in this instance, there’s more to it than that, I feel. I like the… stereotypicality of it – you’re the woman of the house, you’ve had a long hard day, and you just want to put your feet up, have a drink, and take a load off. I keep the place clean, so you have a nice-looking house to return to. I cook your meals, so you don’t have to worry about it. And I always make sure to be attractive and available for you – if you’ve built up some… tension, throughout the day, and the only way to alleviate it is to give me a grope while I’m doing the washing-up, then that’s fine with me. I’m here to support you, to make things easier for you – your happy, content little malewife.
And then, once again in a similar vein, we’ve got objectification. If you’re not sure if you’re into it, I highly – highly – recommend listening to Mistress Charlotte’s l’Objet d’Art – it’s what got me into it (well, technically a passing comment from Mistress got me into it, but this really sealed the deal) and when I think about objectification fantasies, these are still the ones that spring to mind. The core concepts of “casual” and “service” are still in play, but the dynamics around them are completely different. You’ve decided that he best way for me to serve is on my hands and knees as a coffee table – and that’s how it is, end of discussion. I’ll happily assume the position for as long as you desire – feel free to put your feet up, rest your drink on my back, whatever. Or maybe you need a towel rack in the shower, or an art installation piece for an upcoming girls’ night – if you want me to be something, I’ll be it. Normally I do enjoy the praise received for a job well done – it’s not the main goal, not even close, but it’s a nice addition. Not here, though. Who would ever thank a chair for sitting on it? You wouldn’t, obviously, you’d just use it and move on. That’s what I like about it, I think – being used as a matter of course, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes you just want to feel a little less than human – sometimes you just want to be an object. A toy. A thing.
Anyway, that’s three kinks down, only… How many to go?! We might be here a while… Thanks for reading.
Service and Sluttery 