Today has been a bit of a difficult day but had it's moments of happiness and submission. A and I had some miscommunication and he came over to see me today. It hasn't been easy. Poly never is but it feels like it's been a bit of a rough start for A and I. He came over and I got punished extremely hard. I'm having a very difficult time sitting down tonight. *ouchies* My bum REALLY hurts!!!
I needed it so much and asked him to punish me. I got exactly what I deserved and my ass has some nasty bruises on top of the ones from MVK on Saturday night. I got some really, really hard paddling from A. I was glad to get punished and pay the price for being a bad girl. A and I have done a lot of communicating today and things are much better ...

Remittance Girl started a recent post with the following excerpt from a Twitter exchange (and no, of course, this isn't RG talking!):
There comes a time when wrinkly women should cut their hair [...]I read on for a few lines and then just couldn't take it any more.
Now, OK, I admit that I'm not as wrinkly as most women my age (61 tomorrow, February 9th, there's still time for you to buy me a present). And I'll admit that many wrinkly women have grey hair, which some snotty men might think unseemly to display in large quantities. Me, I think of my paternal grandmother with her hair down to her tukhes, still blond at the bottom and white at her scalp, with every shade of her natural aging progression in between. I never thought it was ...

Last night after my father left, I wasn’t tired at all. So I took a quick bath and then spent some time with Master before we eventually retired to the bedroom. Once in bed however, Master and I started cuddling which led to Him biting my neck, which felt really good. So as He still had my skin locked between His teeth He rolled me onto my back and positioned Himself between my legs. Shortly there after, He was inside me. We haven’t been having sex a lot lately. Stress, not feeling well, and just generally being tired and/or busy has kind of put our sex life on hold from time to time lately. The sex was incredible however. He positioned me several different ways before finally having me lay on my stomach and using me for His ...

12. Etiquette is a minefield. As mentioned in no. 4 “There are rules about everything”, there are endless ways to make faux pas in Japan from forgetting to change out of ‘toilet slippers’ to using your chopsticks in a way that is only done at a funeral. There are whole sections of bookstores related to 作法 sahou (manners, the right way to do things) in Japan because things are so complex even for the Japanese (and especially the younger generations) and there are lots of classes offered – mostly aimed at women – by schools that specialise in teaching you how to perfect your sahou. A few basics about eating: Soup is always placed on the right-hand side and rice on the left (This picture also shows an ...

"Have you seen the Planetarium?..." she asked. "It's really something..."
They had already defiled nearly every other tourist attraction in town. What was one more?
She used to make out with boys under that starlit canopy...back in middle school. Field trips were the best. Especially ones that confined her in the dark...next to traveling fingers trying desperately to reach the juncture of her thighs. She could only imagine what she'd do now...all grown up and unconcerned with her reputation.
He followed along behind her, tugging her hair...swatting her ass...as they weaved through the folded stadium seats. They chose a spot center Sickle and settled in; the trance-like narrative playing in ...

It is a little after 10 am on a Friday in March when I arrive at the Art Museum. I briskly enter and pay my admission. This early in the day it is still mostly empty. Art lovers are more of an afternoon crowd.
I make my way through the sterile and reflective environment. I walk with purpose past paintings and sculpture I would normally stop to examine. The unwavering eyes within the paintings bear silent witness to my passage. I arrive at the ancient Mediterranean collection.
She is there. I smile a small smile and my eyes change in color as my pupils alter. She is admiring a Greco-Roman marble of a male torso. She feels my predatory gaze and purses her lips as though smiling despite herself. She hates the effect I have on her.

[Continued...]

I've never thought i'd see the day when my Owner would force feed me a cookie.
I know that when I get stressed out, I have minor food issues. Mainly, I stop eating, I forget to eat, food doesn't sound good and nothing sounds worth fixing or actually eating so I just don't bother doing it.
so, when Master tried to bribe me with a cookie last night and I was like "No thanks" I found myself a moment later with a cookie shoved into my mouth by him and him telling me to eat the damn cookie.
It was minorly shocking to me at first, then later this morning when I was thinking about it, it kind of made me chuckle.
I could see someone forcing you to eat a salad or something healthy... but a cookie? LOL

Living as we do, in a city that flirts with being more southern than northern, it is unusual for us to get much in the way of winter weather.  Each year, as we trudge through the gray days and months, Master gets grumpier and grumpier.  He fusses at T and I about how there is never any snow, and winter is over, and it is just awful, terrible, horrible.  I always get a little bumfuzzled over these rants, because I have a lot of skills and talents, but I have never claimed to be able to make it snow -- especially when it is otherwise fairly warm and mild in this particular region.  It isn't very slave like (I know), but somedays I just want to look at Him and shake Him and scream, "and just what the fuck do you expect me to do ...

I organised a meeting with a tall, lean and deviated personal trainer who was on, on, on, on, soon, soon, soon, can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait, and on the day he didn’t get back to me about the time he was free. I already guessed he had flaked but waited until 9pm to send a guarded, “I’ll assume we’re not meeting tonight,” message, heard nothing and received three texts of apology 18 hours later because he was unexpectedly caught up with work. I would have laughed at his lie if it wasn’t so transparent — he’s been free almost every night and suddenly a non-stop rush of unfit people need his services on the same night? The pattern of avoidance was more in line with someone ...

I’ve got the winter blues, but I’m trying to make the best of it. I think it’s working. Want to join in the HNT sexy fun? Check out the guidelines at Osbasso’s place!

Okay, so I’ve been off the blogging for a month now, and I feel bad about that already, and now I feel doubly bad that my first post back is gonna be about the most mainstream of the mainstream entertainment out there. Yeah, I’m blogging about Avatar. For starters, yes, I paid to see the film. Or rather, someone paid for me, but the ticket was paid for, which means that in our small way, we contributed to lining the pockets of James Cameron and the entire overblown project—something I know some activists think is a bad move. I tend to agree, but my logic was this: Generally speaking, when it comes to controversy, I don’t believe in the bizarrely prized activist strategies of a) removing yourself from the conversation (symbolic ...

A brief aside from the author. Consider it the DVD director’s commentary if you will. This blog pretty much got started because of Bitchy Jones. I started reading her blog, liked what she had to say, and would occasionally write very short, well, not stories, more scenarios, in the comments section which might or might not have anything to do with her rant at the time. Then I figured, what the hell, I’ll start my own blog and write this stuff. Riches, fame, fortune, maybe infamy, but hopefully mostly riches would surely follow. It didn’t really work out that way. Actually, I’m pretty sure Bitchy Jones gets more readers in a day than my blog gets in… well, the entire time it has been around. But that’s ...

Something more cheerful...and with a spanking. What more can you ask for? John had just moved to town, new job, new openings. He had found his new flat in an old but well kept building. It wasn't big but he couldn't afford anything larger. He was content as he began to settle in. The third evening, after work, he sat down in his armchair, feeling exhausted. Work seemed fine but he was new

So, I guess it’s clear I’m not really updating anymore. There’s no big reason why… except, well, I’ve said it. I said it all, and then I kept talking quite a while after that. In fact, I often think, I said it all within the first six months. And although I could go on reiterating the same things because it’s not like this stuff is *fixed* now, or anything. (Apparently kink dot com have changed the name of Men in Pain to Divine Bitches, but we all knew that was coming. It was some kind of anomaly all along that a perversion porn site was called the name of what I like rather than what he likes. And the what he likes being a kind of she that is not me but in fact some kind of unreal dehumanised… see, I ...

He just left, into the snow because he couldn't stand being around me anymore. He's angry. I don't blame him. He said I am not the person he fell in love with years ago and I know I am not. I wish I could be that person again but I am so deep in this fucking depression that I am barely breathing. This is what is going to kill my marriage. I fucking hate it. I wish I could get out of it. I wish I could fucking be normal. I wish I could stop it. Just fucking stop it. I wish I could just end it. But all I can do is just sit on this couch. and be disgusting. i am so disgusting. i disgust myself.

From the UK Guardian: Back in the mid-60s New York had just one leather bar, and it was inconspicuous and customers would wear their normal clothes and carry a change of costume in a bag, then switch to their chaps and black leather vest in the taxi. They were terrified a friend, even a gay friend, might see them going out in this freaky rig. Sadomasochism still sounded perverted and ever so slightly tacky – sort of New Jersey. And elderly. As if working-class, old gay men who couldn't compete in the real bars could look appealing in leather, or at least threatening. .... In 1975 a hardcore S&M monthly magazine, Drummer, started publishing. It had fairly technical information about how to torture and submit to it – we read it with avidity. ...

The other night in a drunken frenzy of lust and a full lack of inhibition I begged… and I got EXACTLY what I begged for. Now as I forgetfully graze across the mark I get shivers. I missed Him. I forgot not how good the pain felt, but rather how good HE feels when He [...]

I took an intellectual history class in my final year of university. I’ve always been interested in that kind of thing and talking to Fractal had increased my interest in it even further. It was, as I hoped it would be, intensely interesting, largely because we studied several ideas which I enjoyed analytically ripping to shreds: Sartre and existentialism, Foucault and subjectivism, de Beauvoir and feminism… In looking at feminism we were assigned to write an essay about one particular course text, an article by author Natasha Walter. It was frankly ludicrous; a pile of über-feminist nonsense about socialisation and inequality and women in the sciences. It was fun to pull to pieces. So, skimming over an article on Comment is Free ...

So yes, dears, I have been absent a long while. I'm sorry, but life happens and I've had some inner struggles as well as serious family issues I had to tend to. But I have returned, because there's no place like home, and where else can I vent, question and scream at the top of my lungs without judgment?
In answer to some (silly nillies') question, no, I have not been spanked lately. Nor have I found anyone worthy of spanking me. But, worse than that, I feel as if I've been ...

So, M and I did a little experiment. Instead of M being the "bull", he participated as the cuckold.
There's a guy I met recently, and he was (is?) very attracted to me. Chris called me to visit the night M came back from his holiday trip to see his Mom. I had time to kill before M's plane landed so I said "Sure." M got in early, so when he called I asked him if he wanted to do something "kinky", and asked if he's be interested in being cuckolded. Chris was willing o participate to, so all were agreed.
But, inevitably, Chris wasn't up to the job. I have a really bad track record with trying to cuckold the guy I'm in a relationship with. It didn't work with "Daddy", and it didn't work this time with M. Chris was able to do a bit for a while; ...

You Scored as Submissive (((Note: This quiz is not totally comprehensive because of the length such a quiz would be. I kept it sex-based because I felt that psychological profiles and motivations were too complicated and vary too greatly among people that practice BDSM.))) It feels good to serve. A lack of control in the bedroom can be fun and relaxing. Being with a dominant person wouldn't be a bad idea.

Submissive 82% Exhibitionist / Voyeur 79% Masochist 79% Experimental 79% Bondage 75% Degradation Lover 71% Sadist 68% Switch 61% Dominant 36% Vanilla 21%