Resentment
It's like the whole asking for play thing. If I ask and he does it, I feel too much in control. So he should just do it cuz he knows I need it and I shouldn't have to ask. And, yeah, we all know how well that mind reading stuff works, right?
Read Moreputt putt take two
Camping was an absolute blast. It ended up being just Taylor and I since our friends, one by one, dropped out. (Not cuz we smell bad or anything. Just a lot of sickness and emergency work calls and whatnot) But it was good. We headed out on the bike around nine in the morning and were there with camp set up before noon. The weather was a little crappy; cold and occasionally drizzly. We worked around that, too, though. We bought a TON of wood and started a humongous fire and had...
Read MoreOh, look. I found something to say. Nevermind that I also lost it…
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 I’m cruisin’ around in the normal places where I find inspiration — Just us Clueless Slaves and Submissive Women Whine and Masters and Slaves Who are Better than Anyone Else...
Read MoreFetLife, Snark and Oreos
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 slave a role or a status?” and “Slavery? For real or playing?” and “Who shaves?” and “What are the symptoms of sub drop?” And I’m like… it’s no fucking wonder I don’t log in much. Kink dot com...
Read MoreChill, man
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 it from oily, waxy drips, fluffing pillows and getting stuff, basically, ready to give him a nice, relaxing massage and… stuff. After everything was ready in the bedroom I scooted back to the...
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