Archive for April, 2011

So I’m a little afraid of objectification. It’s fixable.

April 29th, 2011 1 comment

Master says I’ve forgotten my place.

He accepts some of the blame. He’s been extremely lenient, of late, and hasn’t really treated me much like a slave. Of course, part of that is because I’ve been mostly well-behaved. No reason to crack the whip when the property’s doing what it’s supposed to.

But I’ve begun to sass Him while I’m doing what I’m supposed to. Or shoot Him a dirty look. Or crack a joke.

It’s nothing new. I’ve done it on and off since the beginning. The difference is in the beginning I was being an asshole because I couldn’t believe He was actually taking what I’d given Him. I mean, really! How dare He think that just because I told Him He could treat me however He wanted to I meant it?!  Read more…

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It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to… or not.

April 6th, 2011 2 comments

I turn 31 at 11:59pm. Sometimes I wonder if I was really born on April 7th, and my mother talked the doctor/nurse/whoever into putting April 6th on my birth certificate so I’d be born on Easter.

It’s been pretty spectacular.

Period sex is still grody. But god damn was it good sex. I will never get the sight of His cock covered in my blood out of my head, though.

Anyway… happy birthday to me. Time to go spend what’s left of it with my man.


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I wanna go downtown.

April 4th, 2011 4 comments

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It’s like poke the sadist … only different.

April 2nd, 2011 4 comments

Not so long ago, Master and I used to fight. Bad. I would get seriously out of control, and at times, He would literally have to put me in my place to shut me up. But that required me actually cooperating when He did it to avoid seriously hurting one or both of us.

Back then I couldn’t figure out what was going on, and I’m not sure even now I fully understand the emotions behind my reaction. But I’ve got a hunch, and I have Kaya to thank for it. Mostly.

I’m not the type of person to hit first. A playful swat here. A mosquito-bite-like punch there. But to haul off and hit someone first? No way. Not a chance. There’s not been a single time in my life that I’ve ever hit first. Well, unless you count the time I threw my glass at my ex. Read more…

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