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
I am in a relationship that is wonderful beyond words. Romantically speaking, this is the happiest I’ve ever been.
I’m not used to being this happy with a partner, having my needs met this fully, enjoying myself this effortlessly and consistently.
Lately, I’ve been trying to sort out some of the shock from the experience. » Read more
Skyspook: Are you perving on yourself?
Me: I’m a pansexual woman. And I just happen to be my type.
He’d strapped me to a black leather massage table, a vinyl pillow under my head. My restraints were locked. I tugged against them to check. » Read more