I nearly break my ankle on my nephew’s robot dog as I walk in. Its eyes are glassy, and I shouldn’t see anything in them at all, but I feel like they’re sizing me up. I hear heavy footsteps from the kitchen, and then my sister emerges, “Hey.”
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One of the refreshing aspects of my 24/7 dynamic with Skyspook is that we do what feels right, communicate, carve out the rules, protocols, and behaviors that feel natural to us.
I, for one, love orders. Love, love, love when Skyspook tells me to do something. That was actually one of the things that tipped me off that I had more of a slave orientation rather than just submissive masochism for pain scenes, » Read more
As of late, I’ve joined a number of forums on Fetlife geared towards slaves, so I can read posts by other people who are interested in the kind of arrangement I’m working toward for a number of reasons. Emotional validation, ideas, learning from the experience of other slaves.
It’s been interesting to say the least. » Read more
I’m a pervert. My best friends are perverts. Virtually everyone I interact with on a daily basis these days is a pervert.
That doesn’t mean we’re creepy about it. All shifty eyes, predatory, or rife with shame.
Cheeky, yes. Creepy, no.
Mistress Joanne: “No one can shame you if you are not ashamed.”
I live by these words. » Read more
If I try to be monogamous with a vanilla man with low libido ever again, someone please inform me of the error of my ways.
I recently had a nice girly evening with the lovely Sika in which we commiserated about the plight of the kinky, libidinous female.
We’re raised culturally to believe that men are hardwired to constantly want sex day and night, » Read more
It all started last October when J and the Sexy Librarian took me shopping at the mall with them. Since Halloween was right around the corner, there was a beautiful shiny pair of coppery orange pumps at Torrid that I was absolutely in love with, but I had so many irritating expenses at the time what with attorney fees and my divorce filing costs and paying a therapist to process guilt from the divorce that I couldn’t justify dropping $60 on a new pair of pumps, » Read more
Like I mentioned before, it’s easy to forget how “deviant” my everyday life is, when it seems so natural to me.
“I want to make a new friend tonight. I’m gonna make that a goal,” I told Skyspook.
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One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.
Lately I’ve been troubled by the disconnect between the person Ex-Husband thought I was and who Skyspook thinks I am. It doesn’t make sense. » Read more
Gently used cherry red Hot Topic brand pumps, obtained for $13.00 (shipping included) on eBay.
I don’t usually go for open-toed styles, but these were so unique – tulip-esque, a cross between hooves and labia. » Read more
I glance at my phone. New text message:
“Starting to wonder where you are.”
I log into e-mail, social networks. She’s contacted me there. The pleas are desperate, passive-aggressive, subtly scathing. She knows how to needle me better than anyone, having installed a lot of my neuroses herself.
It’s been 10 days since I’ve called her, » Read more