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May 22nd, 2010 Comments off

I’ve come to the conclusion that Twitter hates me.  Yesterday morning, when I woke up, all of my @s had disappeared.  Every last one.  I assumed they were just having server trouble, but my @s never came back! All I can view is new ones from yesterday, now.

Besides that, I’ve unfollowed a great many people I’m not sure why I followed in the first place.  Probably, they’re left over from Spy Master.  We have nothing in common, and I don’t recognize their names.  But I log into Twitter in the morning, and there they are.  Sitting happily in my feed.  Yet people I didn’t want to unfollow are never to be seen again.

What the fuck, Twitter??!

The sun’s hiding behind the clouds today.  And for the first time in years, I’m grateful.  Yesterday, it got so hot in our living room (it has east-facing windows) that my computer completely melted down.  M had to take it apart, piece by piece, clean it out, then put it back together and point a fan at it to keep it cool enough for us to be able to watch television.

You have no idea how much that frustrates me. Read more…

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He really can be a monster, though, huh?

January 9th, 2010 9 comments

LThere was something different in His demeanor.  And somehow, I missed it.

You almost have to be me to see it.  No one else knows Him well enough to hear that slight animosity to His tone.  See the deadness behind those beautiful russet irises.  The way He seems to suddenly be taller.  Bigger than life.  All encompassing.

I think I missed it because He’s seemed bigger than life to me since the last time Satan’s Suitcase met my ass.  As big as I am, I feel small in His presence.  Though “little” describes it better.

He was quiet on the bus ride home.  Well, after the shuttle, anyway.  It’s almost impossible to be quiet on the shuttle.

As we turned down the campus road, He said, “Maybe I’ll send you to offer him a blow job.”  I’m not sure if He meant the boy who had gotten off the bus before us or the kid at the corner store.  We were talking about both of them.

I stopped short and looked up at Him.  My cheeks flushed and I flashed Him an almost embarrassed smile.

“What? Aren’t you a pig whore?”  And then it was blatantly obvious.  Something was different.  Dangerous.

Another embarrassed smile as three college chicks fell into step in front of us.  “Yes.”  Almost a whisper.

“Yes, what?”

I knew what He wanted me to say.  But those adorable little college girls might hear me! Surely, I was mistaken.  “Yes, Master.”  A little louder than the last, but not much.

“Yes, you are what, cunt?”

“Yes, Master, I’m a pig whore.”  Omigosh! Had they heard?

“You better not be a stuck up cunt, all of a sudden.”

“Yes, Master.”

The subject changed and the mood shifted.  So when we got home and He walked over to me and grabbed my pussy, roughly pulling me to Him (“This is the best part of you.”), I was caught off guard.  But that was the last time.  When He said, “Get your ass over here and sit on the floor.  You can be unoccupied by anyone but me for a while.”  I was sort of expecting it.  And when He told me to go find something for Him to beat me with, I wasn’t surprised at all.  Read more…

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Scene Write-Up 10/23/09

October 26th, 2009 2 comments

This past weekend was amazing and I have much more to come with Halloween approaching. This weekend was just one of three, yes three, that I will be spending with my M in the next three weeks. It feels good to know that he and I are going to see each other three weekends in a row. I love how our schedules work right now.

Friday night Tab and I went to Jasmine, along with two of our friends, to visit with my mentor and protector as well as his household.  My mentor, Master Gabriel, is the Dungeon Monitor of the club and he is there every weekend.  He did not know, fully, that Tab was going to be with me and it was nice to see him smile when they shook hands.  I knew that it was going to be a long night for both me and a fellow submissive friend.  And indeed it was.

Let me set the mood for you before I go into detail as to why the following scene happened.  First off, I had been telling my fellow submissive friend of how Thumper, Tab’s huge ass paddle that I love to pieces, is poly amorous with me and that I was and am more than willing to share him with others.  The whole joke here is that I hate Thumper with a passion because he is a huge ass paddle and stings like a mother fucker.  I am more than willing to allow someone else to be struck with him that isn’t me.  My friend wanted to test that theory.  Her theory was tested.

Also, this is the first hard play night that Tab and I have shared together.

Both she and I had been promised a long night with our antics during the week.  Somehow conspiring with my friend to make socks into sock puppets led to us being in hot water.  Let me tell you, being in hot water with that woman is always fun, even though it’s painful as hell.  No, we aren’t put into hot water that would scald our skin.  It’s metaphoric and being placed in hot water that would scald our skin would probably be pleasant compared to what we endure on occasion.  Read more…

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Product Review: Kookie Riding Crop by Kookie Intl

October 18th, 2009 4 comments

1061000-aOur first riding crop is about twenty-two inches long.  The handle is rubber and the shaft is metal.  And the tip is two pieces of weak leather glued and sewn to the end.  It was one of those “This really sucks but we can’t afford the alternative.” buys.

And at first, we loved it! But eventually it began to fall apart, and the leather weakened even more.  Before too long, the tip of the metal shaft, which is ridiculously sharp and poky, started to come through the leather and began leaving cuts in my skin.

So when Babeland Toys offered me the Kookie Riding Crop I was ecstatic.  I mean, look at it! It looks hella better than the one we bought from one of the local sleaze joints we call “adult bookstores”.  And, even though I love crops, I had begun to hate the one we had.

The Kookie Riding Crop is eighteen inches of leather and nylon.  The handle is a rubbery material which prevents slipping.  The shaft is weaved nylon – which definitely beats metal in impact play! – and the tip is leather.  The tip is three and one half inches long and one and three quarters inches at its widest point.  It’s all one piece folded over and sewn to the tip.  Tightly wrapped around the bottom of the leather is nylon thread to be sure the tip doesn’t slide off.  Read more…

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