So I’ve been jealously guarding the details of Saturday night. They’re mine, damn it. And I wanted to keep them. At least for a little while.

Of course, part of that is because I got lost somewhere in the middle. I forgot what happened almost as it was happening.

I don’t think I can, in good conscience, consider subspace something I can’t attain anymore. We were definitely doing it wrong. And it’s my fault for not speaking up sooner.

One of our favorite things to do, lately, is have insanely long, insanely intense mutual masturbation sessions that eventually turn into wild monkey sex. Let me tell you how giant a step this is for us. Somehow, I think if we’d both opened up this much six years ago we’d have had fewer problems along the way. Maybe not. Who knows, right?

I still don’t remember much. I remember Master wanted me to torture my clit. Had said so two or three times throughout the day before we ended up on the couch watching porn. But I wasn’t interested. I wanted to be beaten. Read more…

That’s Zedd’s new name, dontcha know. More often than not, I just call him Bear. But he answers to Asshole, Shithead, Stupid Bird, Birdie Butt (That’s Master’s nickname for him.) and Loud Ass Bitch. Or just Bitch for short.

Kaya got me all sorts of bird stuff for my birthday (As an aside, I told our downstairs neighbor my friend got me “bird shit… tons of toys and food and stuff” for my birthday. She said, “Well, at least it was toys and food and not actual bird shit. That would’ve been a ‘shitty’ friend.” I thought that was kinda funny and just had to share.). A double swing for small birds with a mirror and play station in the middle, connected rings with a bell on the end, connected cat balls with the bells in the middle and this toy made of wooden blocks and plastic beads with a bell on the bottom just like the one I have for Baby and Sunshine that Zedd’s been trying to steal from them since we brought Him home. Not to mention millet spray and a pineapple calcium supplement and honey dipped bird seed. The birds are in bird heaven.

The connected rings are different shapes. A sun, a star, a cloud and some weird ass shape I can’t figure out. It’s green, the weird ass shape. I’m not sure if that’s significant. But it is to Zedd! Green’s his favorite color. Read more…