People are all spacey and smiley when they’re done playing or giggling and comparing bruises. My fantasies and needs run more toward a torture scene than “The Secretary”.

There is always the risk, the risk that this one thing or this cumulative pile of things will be the one that hurts too much, that breaks me – body, heart, mind… me.

The one where I say I’m losing my mind at least four times…
Shouldn’t it be gone by now? And me in a happy place, drooling on myself?

Whoa. I just had a conversation with someone and it made me realize… Some people, when they talk, really have no clue how they sound. If you often have to say “I didn’t mean it like that” or “that’s not what I said/meant” or “what? why are you looking at me like that?”… You are [...]

Maybe I’m already insane.

Weekend was fab. Play party was fun….

I remember a time when I would get itchy and twitchy for pain. It would gnaw at me, tear at me, cause me to become manic and wild eyed with the need.

Ok. I have NO idea what’s up with my photo plug in but it’s doing weird stuff on that last post. So.  Take two. Flopped out on the bed with the laptoppy.  See the purty cupping bruises?  Ignore the fat ass. :P Cupping was way more fun than I thought it would be.  Relaxing…  right [...]

So I’m cruising around FetLife this morning and I’m all blinking at my monitor, making gaping fish faces and pretty much sitting here slack jawed. Holy hell. There are a whole lot of people I like on Fet but, for the most part, it’s become a cesspit of retardation. I read no less than ten [...]

You know Rayne from Insatiable Desire? Her post went up late and she needs some folks to help her play catch up! Go take a look at her contest entry story over on Extreme Restraints and give her a chance to win, eh?  All those folks had a head start so she deserves some of our [...]

So I was cruising around FetLife, looking for something to inspire a rant or some deep thought or…  whatever.  Cuz, yanno, life in the Taylor y puss casa has been damned quiet and normal and uneventful for a damned long time.  (For those who may not know, puss = me.  Taylor calls me puss)  And [...]

So I log in to FetLife today – which I no longer do each and every day cuz I’m flippin’ busy, man – and the first things I see on my front page? “People who think dog rape is a-ok” and “Another day, another shoot at Kink”. Wandering over to my groups I found “Is [...]

I have nothing worthwhile to say today.  I’m tired. Worn out.  Sunburned to the lobster point. Quite spacey. Dehydrated a bit.  Achy.  Unfit company for intelligent human beings. I’ll share some pics, though This is Lake Michigan. We rode along the lake for a bit yesterday on our 5 hour bike ride.

Could those of ya who have been having a hard time with comments try another one when you get a chance so I can see if the “fixes” I made worked? I’d love you very much! xoxo

Normally, I’m one of those girls who really likes her marks and bruises.  Welts and scabs and rainbows of purple, red, green and yellow – and the constant pressing and picking at those marks – make me feel happy.  They remind me of whatever activity caused them and the lingering pain keeps me slightly aroused. [...]

I just took a four hour nap. What do you think the chances I’m going to actually fall asleep tonight are? Yeah. Shit. I was all worn out and feeling like crap but I really should have gone for a walk instead of napping. Oh well. Maybe I’ll get a decent blog or review done [...]

Headspace.  Remembering your place. Blah blah blah.  Yet another topic I’ve grown weary of.  (So, yes, I talk about it more.  How much sense does that make?) I think I used to put a lot of importance on the little things, the direct dominance type stuff that would put me in the proper headspace to [...]

And not the good kind, either! It’s my aching feet! Went to our friend’s wedding yesterday and I was in 4 inch heels from noon until midnight.  Pointy little heels on strappy little sandles. I normally only wear heels that high, IF that high, in clunky boots so my poor feet are not used to this [...]

So, if you follow kaya around on Fetlife you’re bound to come across some of the funniest and snarkiest and gobsmacking-ist topics. Which, of course, make the best blog fodder. Today I came across one dealing with rules; Masters rules vs community/group rules and which rules take precedence. And I’m all… Duh. Why the fuck [...]

So.  FetLife.  Again, it has me pondering.  I may not participate there much but, I swear to gods, whenever I visit I end up with a blog post. Lately there have been some discussions about who comes first; child, master or self. And I’m kind of floored at the responses. I mean, first of all, [...]

I always say I’m pretty sucky at giving advice to newcomers to BDSM, D/s and M/s.   I’m too logical, too blunt, and too far away from that excited, frenzied feeling of newness to have any patience for it. Luna, however, is not. In fact, I want to point you in her direction.  Not only [...]

Well, Laurel has been complaining about the lack of adult visuals on the new blog theme… But I’m actually posting this for curious msscyntilating who commented about a broken picture link. These are my old nipple piercings. (12 G) The ones that refused to co-operate and heal right when I had them and still refuse [...]

So last night I ran Taylor a bath loaded with bubbles, handed him an erotic book and left him to soak for a bit.  While he was in there, I scrambled around lighting a zillion candles (including a massage candle) in our bedroom and putting a soft red sheet over the regular bedding to protect [...]

I can’t rave enough about the Sensuous Soak Kit I received from Babeland. The minute it was offered for review I knew I’d use this more for Taylor than myself.  Giving him baths is one of my favorite services and, while we already have one of the Body Spa Vibrating Sponges that is included in [...]

Every time I see a discussion titled slave vs submissive, I damned near get lock jaw from clenching my teeth so hard. I am not about to get into the debate regarding what the difference is.  As far as I’m concerned, there freakin’ isn’t one.  Not in the way most folks mean when they talk [...]