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Coming Soon a/k/a Holy backlog, Batman!
Talking to people lately has inspired so many other discussions and, appropriately, many new blog posts. I have missives in the works concerning a lot of things in my life lately… and as much as it is sharing for sharing’s sake (isn’t that why we do this?), it has been a learning experience for me in so many ways to sit down and put these ideas to, well, paper as it were. Because of how I process and learn (written assignments are my best bet, if you haven’t yet noticed), it takes me a moment or two to finalize them. Read the rest of this entry
Boot Worship That Takes My Breath Away
A few hours before I was to see him, we were discussing our evening. “Blowjobs, clowns, knives, and a cameo by Miss USA?” I asked.
“Two of those I can accomodate.”
“You have a clown?!”
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Deviant tossed the leather pillow on to the floor and pointed to it. “Kneel.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He placed onto me a set of heavy steel wrist cuffs, the type with a hinge that bind your wrists like handcuffs, wrapping each in thick, cold, metal, but still essentially being all one piece.
And then, he walked out of the room. Read the rest of this entry
Be Careful What You Wish For
“How’s Saturday?” Deviant asked me. I almost said I was busy but, my camping plans having been canceled due to business obligations, I was open. I said as much and we made a plan for the afternoon. I was under the impression his time would be limited, so I asked him to clarify; I didn’t want anyone to feel rushed and in a moment of pure selfishness (I admitted as much) I wanted my time with him to be our time without the need to rush off to something else.
“If another time is better…” I started to say.
“Oh, no, sweetie, not like that. It’s all good. Anyway. It won’t take long to make you quit.”
I waited a few moments before responding. I had to ponder this. Quit?
“Sir?”
“:)”
“Quit?”
“Color. Break.”
“O.o” I thought about it for about ten minutes and then sent, “Um, Sir?”
“Hi. :)”
“Bring it on. ;)”
“Good Girl.”
Posturing and Kicking the Funk
As a birthday concession, I was asked if I had anything specific in mind for a session. I hadn’t had a session since we were in Seattle almost a month ago… so, after that time period, and coupled with my funk, I asked for something “intense.” I gave some suggestions when asked – I always have ideas for what I want to do/have done to me – but the point was, and I explained this to him, I was searching for an emotion, a feeling, a headspace… not necessarily a particular activity. I said I needed a session that would get me out of my head and help me break through. Deviant is a creative player and he knows me like no one else. I asked for the feelings, I explained what I was dealing with, and he understood completely.
I said I would love something new, maybe something brutal, and provided to Deviant some suggestions that included piss play (we haven’t done this yet), knives, guns, predicament bondage, humiliation (this was never my gig, but I am learning to appreciate it because of him…), and, of course, the deep bruising and impact play that I love so much.
I hadn’t had an orgasm in over two weeks. While that is nothing compared to previous assignments or restrictions Deviant has imposed upon me, and while some of you gentle readers have lasted a hell of a lot longer, it should be noted that I had permission. I earned it; my orgasm restriction was lifted over a week prior, and…
… no go.
… nada.
… nothin’.
