Just Breathe
I like pain. I like nipple clamps. I like kneeling for him. But I’m 42 years old and have been living, like you, through a pandemic for the last three years. My body is no longer in the “doing kinky Continue reading Just Breathe
I like pain. I like nipple clamps. I like kneeling for him. But I’m 42 years old and have been living, like you, through a pandemic for the last three years. My body is no longer in the “doing kinky Continue reading Just Breathe
Best laid plans and all that. In November, I injured/aggravated a foot quite severely. Because of my RA, I assume aggravated. Stepping hurt, running sprints up and down my house was out of the question. But walking slowly was still Continue reading New Year, New Goals
It’s a good thing I didn’t make posting on here part of the Challenge. I knew better, though I had intentions. I have so much going on, both blog-wise, DnD-wise, and work-wise, that I haven’t had the spoons for keeping Continue reading Challenging
Two weeks later, I’m definitely meeting my goals for exercise: He has rewarded me with five orgasms each weekend, one for each star. These two weeks have also gotten me to my candle goal, so that’s been ordered, as well. Continue reading Two Weeks In
I’ve been on a quest to lose weight for just over four years now. I have not been, ultimately, successful. Be it willpower, genetics, the pandemic, or just the way things are. So, I have switched tactics to focus on Continue reading The Challenge
I usually say to Him: no hospital, jail, nor morgue. We tease that I have “no limits” with Him, or that He has “taken them all away.” But it’s not actually true. I don’t generally approve of things like forced Continue reading Negotiation
Thinking about limits again because He asked. I’ve been in therapy for years now because of self esteem, communication, and depression issues. I am very good at tearing myself down, not feeling worthy, not standing up for myself, and letting Continue reading Mental Limit
The quote from Imp of the Perverse (E.A. Poe) that I use as a tagline on this site: There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus Continue reading The Trouble with Perverted Imp
Woke up early to clean and shop. A bundle of nerves, but no expectations. We’ll just hang out, have some food, and see where things go. He seems agreeable to some type of violence, and eager, even. As eager as Continue reading Old Words and A Violent Birthday
My birthday is coming up again this weekend. Last year, I made cupcakes and brownies to drop off on porches of some of my friends. This year, with vaccines and variants spreading unequally through the community, I’m having a very Continue reading A Second Pandemic Birthday