Friyay

February 19, 2010

We got to play fast, hard this morning. I mean, it was probably two hours between everything that we had to get done, but it was good. Hard, heavy. I have stuff written all over me but I haven’t looked yet to see what.
We were busy busy busy all afternoon. All in a good way, [...]

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Cheating

February 18, 2010

I owe him an entry about Valentines Day. It was, I admit, special, in almost every definition of that word. He was sweet, he was mean, he was crazy, and he cheated. Jesus. H.
But we’ve had a hell of a week since then. We pulled of vanilla so well that we deserve fucking gold [...]

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Complicit and helpless

February 13, 2010

I’m a year out from shoulder surgery today. I’m still not back to normal, sadly. It’s really easy for me to stress the shoulder and then I’ll have a couple of days where I’m barely able to use it. Boo. All of his bondage has to be shoulder-friendly, which to me look bad and feel [...]

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Love and Hate

February 12, 2010

I know there’s smut somewhere, but it must be on his camera. My camera’s been full of puppies, puppies, and more puppies. There’s a whole lot of toxic cuteness going on in this house, and it ain’t me.
He told me the other day that I couldn’t have a gold star for keeping the house visitor-ready [...]

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Just lying around

February 9, 2010

I spent the morning on the couch in the living room, naked in collar and cuffs, chained up, under a blanket, with a vibrator. He did lots of other stuff and then periodically would come over and hurt me and fuck me. Wash, rinse, repeat.
He’s let me up to fiddle in the kitchen, still in [...]

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Exhibit One

February 6, 2010

Being the exhibit seems like it would be carefree, doesn’t it? My right nipple is still sore from that scene. M. looks at me in that very calculating way when I tell him that, as if he doesn’t believe me. Then he pinches again to be sure, Bastard. My pussy ring is still sore [...]

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Not an Exhibitionist

February 3, 2010

I will never be an exhibitionist, I fear, even though it makes logical sense to me that I might as well enjoy it because it’s going to keep happening. That line of thought never did well when it came to rape, after all. It’s really hard to lie back and enjoy it.
I have all sorts [...]

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