“I'm Not Like the Rest!” and Ballbusting

Yet another eager specimen messaged me, completely hot and bothered by my ballbusting photos.

Right out of the gate, he dropped a massive wall of text detailing just how many questions he had... You could tell the guy was struggling to articulate himself—he was absolutely flustered.

"Let's book a session," I reply sweetly with my automated "letter of happiness"—the price list for my attention.

What followed was an almost theatrical pause, followed by pure outrage that I had the nerve to treat him like just another guy in the queue! He’s not like the rest.

Oh, but you are, baby boy. Exactly like the rest. Every single one of you. And that shouldn’t be insulting; if anything, it’s educational. If a man wants to stand out from the endless herd in my inbox, he actually needs a distinguishing factor. It takes more than just hovering at the doorstep, aggressively flashing your fetishes under the delusion that they hold some intrinsic value all on their own.

By the way, proper etiquette (and I accept nothing less) dictates that you only expose and shake things around when explicitly commanded to do so. That’s the whole point of knocking on the doors of the civilized BDSM world, rather than prowling a public park with your trench coat wide open. Out there under the trees, running feral, you might just pass for a stunning woodland nymph to a bunch of drunken hobos. But in civilized territory, you play by the rules. Do that, and you might actually spark some interest—once you're granted entry.

But while you’re still standing out in the cold, you better make sure your little serenade opens doors, rather than slamming them in your face and earning you a one-way ticket to the blocklist.

May universal wisdom be with us all—and may those who crave it get their balls thoroughly busted. Courtesy of the legs that find it wildly amusing.

Nelli Verkhovska PhD in Psychology For more on alternative relationships, check out my YouTube channel