Keep Calm Under Pressure

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I had a plan. A fabulous plan! This quickly descended into a pln when, like all good christmas stories, there was no room at the Inn. Fortunately SWL and I are both quality problem solvers, keep calm under pressure. So my weekend was consumed by ensuring that our Christmas adventure was still going ahead. Rather than getting silly, taking kinky pictures, or making plans for our last minute trip.

Have no fear, our Christmas adventure will definitely be shared. (Or parts of it will be.) But that’s not what the post is all about. Let me get back to it… Because I’d been unable to create the picture I wanted for this weekend’s Sinful Sunday, I was scrolling through my folders. One rope picture stood out clearly, but nope… I have other plans for that one!

I tipped up on a series of images from last time I’d used my pickled onion grabber nipple clamps.

OK, so they’re actually Evil Nipple Clamps from Bondatrix, but the first time I had them used on me I’d no idea what they were. Just how they felt. And when S removed them from my labia I was bleeding. Not a crisis, but outside of our negotiated boundaries. No matter, he kept calm, cleaned me up, continued my torture in other ways.

It took me ages to track them down, but like a dog with a bone I wouldn’t stop until I found them. Eventually chancing upon them at BBB back in 2018. Remember my birthday road trip with Dr Lovelace? In all honesty, they’re a challenge for me to put on, to wear, to walk around in. My nipples are tougher than my labia and I’ve yet to make them bleed!

The following Jetpack prompt popped up in my feed, further fuelling this post.

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

I was able to sit and think about my friends, other people I hold in highest esteem. What do they all have in common? They are all calm under pressure, diligent problem solvers who take pride in their ability to make a situation right where possible. And make the best of a situation when no magic wand can be waved. (Oi, not THAT kind of magic wand.) Better yet, they all hold themselves accountable and apologise where necessary – without fawning.

I definitely admire people with this skill. Or perhaps it’s their manner rather than an ability?

Not only do I admire people who are able to keep calm under pressure, I also aspire to live this way. I don’t always succeed, but in most situations I’ve encountered so far I can. How could I not learn to be the kind of person I want to be when those I surround myself with give me such fine examples. On top of this I’m learning I haven’t the spoons for people who aren’t an oasis of calm in a hectic world.

Back to Sinful Sunday though. This picture. If you want to make tune in to your inner yelper. Or want your nipples look like hot cross buns. Or maybe you’d like to turn sensitive, delicate labia into a sieve, then you really, really need these nipple clamps.

(Please don’t hate me for introducing them to you!)

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