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Observations I’ve Made Based on M’s “Jokes”

May 18th, 2011 Comments off

This was actually written a couple weeks ago, and isn’t quite as relevant now as it was then. I’ve got a couple posts in the works that are more relevant to how things are going now. In the meantime, I thought something was better than nothing. Right?

When I get out of line, but it’s out of character with how I’ve been behaving lately, M has a tendency to make wisecracks about my behavior rather than reprimanding me. At least to start. If I don’t catch on, He reprimands. If I still don’t change my behavior, He punishes. These are some observations I’ve made about my behavior based on His “jokes”. Read more…

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…

It’s personal. And delicious.

October 27th, 2010 1 comment

Isn't she amazing? That's Sabrina Fox in a Training of O shoot on Kink.com. Those eyes! ~swoon~

I was going to write a Thirty Days of Kink post.  I even went looking for an “erotic photo” so I could further shirk my duties as a sex kink life blogger by not even writing a post specifically about anything more than an act I find hot.

I’m still fighting the urge to write a Thirty Days of Kink post.  Prompts are easy.  Prompts enable me to avoid the thoughts swirling around inside my head.  Not that the thoughts swirling around are bad, per se.  They’re just confusing, and uncomfortable.

And I’m slipping into another one of those phases where I want to keep what’s going on in our relationship and house close to the breast.  I don’t know why I do that.

There’s something very personal about being molded into sexual property.  Of course there is.  There’s something personal to even the most casual sex, so how could there not be? Maybe that’s all it is.  Maybe sometimes I confuse “personal” with “private”.  But they’re not really interchangeable, as I see it.  Things that are private can be personal, and things that are personal can be private, but they are distinctly different in that “personal” doesn’t necessarily mean “private” so much as affecting you individually on some level.  And lord knows, I’m not allowed privacy.  Read more…

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