I’m working on wrapping up some work stuff going on, working on finding a viable animal sitter for the many-o-beast I have here…and so on…so I can get home. Even if it is for a short visit (there has been a LOT going on work wise in the last two months)…I need to get home.… More The Homecoming
The other night I was asked (via IM by a stranger) if I’d been forced to eat shit. “How YOU doin’, eh?” Well, I mentioned this to OD, oh softyMcSoftson. He said…”Well, you have, every time I fuck your ass.” And that is true. Would OD take it a step farther with me? Sure, if… More The Scoop on the Poop
I often buy him toys and then have buyer’s remorse over them. He laughs at me. I’m thinking the next toy will be a milking machine. Hours of laughter for him while my tits hang and I stay on all fours, exposed and stationary. In that position, legs spread and tits holding me in place,… More Udders, Hope, Kink, and Devotion.
My cunt rings are heavy. They didn’t start out that way. The first set of rings he put in me were light, they didn’t pull and there was virtually no weight to them. Then they started getting bigger and are now in a 6g with the circumference of the rings getting larger from the top… More The Twitch of Denial
So I can’t sleep. I really just want to be happy and in bed with him…and get fucked or feel him holding me down and beating the ever loving shit out of me, then shoving his cock into my ass like he hates me. ca ching.
I’ve not been doing much with plugs lately, so today I went for the njoy 2.0. It’s large and heavy and I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to fit. It took a bit of effort and deep breathing, but it’s in. I’m going to use the fuck out of my hitatchi tonight. I’ll worry… More nJoy 2.0 In it Goes!
So, I made a post about having my nipples re-pierced. In the past, OD has said that if the piercing was already there, then I could just go do it over. New piercings I’d need permission for. Then I said this: “I’m about to get mine done again (took them out for a mammogram). I’m seriously thinking… More Doing it His Way.
So it started with a shower. I’d been working on the floors and in the garden and I was a hot mess. The Boss unlocked the toy chest and took out several implements of ass destruction. He had told me earlier in the day he was going to adjust my attitude and my skin had… More Tears, Snot and Stockholm
I do fight the machine. Sometimes the machine needs grease. I think it would likely be good for me to have some pretty heavy physical reminders as to where I’m happiest. I’ve always said maintenance beatings do a servant justice, and it’s likely that I need more of them. A lot more. Sometimes I think… More Sometimes I Think…
So I’m at the grocery store. There are about 10 people in front of me, one cashier and today is his first day. So here I wait, and I’m going to write. Something short and sweet. Tonight the Boss bellowed for something to drink. So I put ice in the cup, followed that with soda… More Ice and Life.