I sign contracts all the time, especially when business is going well. I do so to protect the interests of both parties. Non-disclosure agreements, executed binding contract awards, and teaming agreements tend to have stipulations that keep everyone honest for the duration of our arrangement.
But last I could tell, when it comes to sex, this is just one more occasion of fake ass BDSM “let’s pretend we are super dark” horseshit creeping in, and people just won’t call it what is, for fear of not seeming like they are part of the fake fucking dumbass BDSM ‘community’.
Let’s revisit why people do them to begin with. Or better yet, why anyone has a contract of any sort, to begin with.
The reason is always: to protect both parties entering into an agreement, usually mainly one party more than the other, but still, it’s to protect. Period.
Non-disclosure agreements, as far as legally binding documents go, might as well be written on fucking napkins with a crayon because they are pretty useless in legally binding anything, even in business. You know, the place where money is at stake, not feelings.
And last I heard, violence and rape are pretty much against the law everywhere, so you already are protected against the real worries and no lame ass NDA is going to step in front of that. And nobody can fucking sue you for telling the world they like dirty sex, ya know, because of that pesky olé First Amendment, so once again, an NDA proves itself useless.
This is just another example of these sad pathetic want-to-desperately-be-seen-as-dark-and-mysterious fucktards playing pretend for the sake of playing pretend. Ugh. This just stinks of sad and pathetic.
Idiots. All these blogs with Q&A where the Super-Dom is shoveling out advice on why these are good, how to use them, blah blah blah. The only time to use a BDSM contract is when you can’t find a towel and you need to wipe up cum off your tits.
These superdom faketards who just blab on and on like a drumbeat of pleather clapping floggers should maybe ask the obvious question: do these contracts actually fucking do anything?
I mean how many landmark court cases, or court cases at all, do you know of, for Dom v Sub? Well Counselor, let me save you the trip down to the local law school library. Zero. There are zero.
Or maybe I should shut up, and just cash in on all these morons by setting up my own legal firm, you know with the help of my cousin (his name is Vinny), where the only binding documents that get signed are the checks I cash at the expense of the dipshits looking for legal help from the offices of Ball, Gag, Flog, and Vinny, Attorneys-At-Law.
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