Day 10 in 24/7 chastity lockdown! As an excessive masturbator, one of my greatest activities was to call femdom phone sex companies. Mistress doesn’t want me to “miss out” on one of my favorite activities while in chastity hell, so i was required to set up and account on Niteflirt. i am listed as “punishedmasturbator” under males/anything goes. Only charges are to cover the basic service fee and a few pennies per minute. i am to take all calls and follow all instructions! i was severely punished for not taking some past calls, but now this blog is started, i am required to take ALL calls. Please call and punish and humiliate me!

About three months ago, I read something regarding trusting yourself to someone else and began wondering about things. In general it stated how liberating it could be to know ones pleasure is in someone else’s hands.  I thought about this and realized I’d never really done this, ever.   I had always been drawn to very dominant women but also considered myself to be dominant.   In this modern world, being a desirable man can be a double edge sword.. My wife likes a man who can take control and proactively do what needs to be done without being told, but she also likes a man who is sensitive and caring and considers her feelings when making decisions.  Knowing when to be which person can be a chore all in it self, but I think over all I have done a very good job of it.  The more I thought about the concept of a wife-dominated marriage, the more I identified with it.  Not just in a sexual manner, but also in most every other aspect of life.  I realized I do have many of the traits that make up a good submissive.  I’ve always been more of a passive passive (as opposed to a passive aggressive).   I’m more aggressive outwardly, but inside I’m very passive.   I think to me its always been about the perception that I was a real man, a macho man..  I know it’s not true but I felt like I would lose respect if people knew I had actual feelings that were sensitive.  Again, I have always been very aggressive in bed outwardly, but inside was very wrapped up in my lovers’ pleasure – to the point where my own pleasure is truly wrapped up in theirs.  I still crave discipline.   As a child I did not get much discipline from my parents and relied on extra curricular activities to get the little bit that I acquired in my youth.   With these realizations came more realizations, like puzzle pieces that have been missing for years, now much is revealed for what it was..   After all these years to make these realizations on my own at my age (46) was mind-blowing at times..   At first, I felt boxed in.. I felt like what good is knowing if my wife will just think I’m weird or that I’m getting perverted in my old age.   I didn’t think I could tell her at first, but as time went on and I made more realizations and could see benefits she would enjoy, I started to work out in my head what I would need to say and how I would need to approach it.  I guess I should say at this point that in actuality my wife is very open to things in general and is naturally a dominant individual, she is very driven and self dependent and likes things her way.  My challenge was to present these ideas to her and not lose respect from her.   To gain her respect for this by showing her the respect the she deserves not just for this but for everything she does.  I guess you can say its about ego.  I’ve come to the belief that I’m not going to let my ego direct my relationship with my wife, she knows my good and bad and well either excepts them or hides it very well.  So what next.. How do I tell my wife I want to commit to her leadership, her authority.. Will she consider it? Will she just blow it off?  I thought about this for weeks.. I went over all the realizations and tried to come up with a way of looking at it where it didn’t seem so ‘kinky’, especially since there is so much ‘leather’ and ‘hardcore’ stigma with dominance and submission and bondage in general..  I don’t think it has to be about black leather hoods and freakish sex acts..  So after weeks of trying to come up with just the right words and work-up enough balls to come out and talk about it, I sat her down and did just that..  I was very relieved that she actually liked the idea.  After thinking about this for weeks I had a ton of stuff in my head so at first I might have bombarded her with a little too much but she was very understanding and in the end understood what it was I was trying to do. I feel that it will take our relationship to a new higher level; she will get the control she likes and I will get the discipline I need.  At first I was only going to suggest it in the bedroom only, but I feel that it will help our marriage in every aspect.  She already does have much control, so to ‘officially’ give it to her isn’t that big a jump.  I think it will be easier for her if I start supporting her more and stop trying to be equal.  I think we all can go further if we start combining our energies and working towards a common goal..  So she is interested in the idea (that was 3 weeks ago as I write this) and I have my work cut out for me. Be careful what you want, you might just get it..

Speaking of watching my wants, kink is surprisingly not a question. On my list of wants to watch out for, it surprisingly doesn’t even rate. It’s surprising because ‘female domination’ and kink seem to go together so well with ‘female led,’ it’s like potatoes and gravy or peanut butter and jelly (and for some people it’s the same thing). Yet here it is: I am not particularly interested in bondage, anal play, water sports, male chastity or any of the rest of the mounting tactics of the wild human. My lack of interest in kink is half the reason I felt I had to start my own blog.

I should point out I don’t particularly like the idea of blogging, of a “world wide web log.” It’s the grammatical horror of the verb “to journal” mixed with the morbidity of world wide exposure. Yet. When I want to read about the ins and outs of living a female led life, well, let’s just say it’s difficult to do without being constantly confronted with other people’s kink (or worse other people’s porn).

By the way I’d be remiss if I didn’t plug my favorite female led site, She Makes the Rules. They are tireless in pointing out female led relationships come in all kinds of varieties and there is no one right way to do it. So for those who are kinky, I defend your preference and point out that while I never visit it, SMTR has a large kink section. You might even appreciate as much as I do how well they moderate it so the kink isn’t spilled across every page of the site. Of course, back to my point, it still says something that as a site about female led life and culture SMTR had to have a section dedicated to kink and that they have to moderate so well all the time. I admit I might be missing something by not being kinky, but I can’t help feeling sincerely thankful since I’m not sure I handle what I have well enough to handle more.

Anyway my point is, sometimes I wonder what the essential difference is between myself and the vanilla guy, or between myself and the kinky female led guy, other than that I apparently prefer potatoes and jelly. (Or is it gravy and peanut butter?) I just want my wife to be happy, actively happy, and so I want her to call the shots for us and our lives such that she is happy and actively so. And finding non-kinky female led stuff online to help me do my best in this, well, that would be nice too.

A return to form, with probably the best SUNDOME volume since the first two.

With it, a great reminder of the tender, sweet heartfelt subtext that lays beneath the erotic, and sometimes harsh, exterior of Kurumi’s sexual torment of Hideo. I was feeling that the previous couple volumes was starting to stagnate the story, but volume 6 manages to ramp up expectations to a new level.

Still one of the most intelligently, funny and brilliant manga, with much respect to the original story by Kazuto Okada, thanks to the wonderful English language interpretation by Christine Schilling.

I truly love this manga series, every page is worth the price and I would pay more to get this monthly instead!

8 out of 10.

The volume ends promising more story, and wikipedia reflects seven volumes have been published in Japan, even though Yen Press is yet to solicit Volume 7, at this time, it can’t come quick enough! (no pun intended!)

monthly devotees not only dont pay their tuition in time but then give Me a NULL number for My Green Dot card on top of it.

Stupid little tomlinsissy was supposed to pay Me on the 1st. Lucky for him I am a benevolent Goddess and give a few days grace (things happen, I know this). I had to IM AND CALL the bastard to get a response and when I did….the number didn’t work.

tomlin – you realize I should post your number and have random members of the congregation (or anyone else that views this blog and would get a kick out of it) call you and harass the ever living shit out of you ,right? But again, I won’t. Why? Because you’re so fucking pathetic all it would make you do is wet yourself and have you in the fetal position in the corner somewhere and what good does that do Me other then the momentary satisfaction of your humiliation. It’s not the money you OWE Me…I’m not even enforcing the late fees cause theoretically you have till I wake up before those go into effect anyway. I know you’re already crapping in your panties anyway for having displeased Me.

And this, the day before I leave for My relaxing and enjoyable getaway!

Then, to almost add insult to injury…I’m speaking with chessy a while ago and he tells Me about going to pick up his friend from the airport tonight. How nice, I say and he tells Me it’s not a big deal; friend just has a court date tomorrow. I laugh about the company he keeps and he tells Me this friend is a good guy, just wracked up “several” DUI’s.

WTF?

First of all, these DUI’s are obviously in another state. Secondly, and I tell chessy this, several DUI’s does not a good guy make, it makes them fucking retarded and dangerous and he obviously can’t think for himself.

chessy then goes on to tell Me about how it’s just a cash making venture for the state; the new Chief of Police is focusing on traffic stops and not REAL crime like murder, rape, etc which apparently has increased.

I don’t give a flying fuck. One DUI and you can still be a good guy who just made a shitty assed decision. SEVERAL and your a chronic menace to society that should have your god damn license revoked permanently at the best, jail at the worst. How many lives did this jackass endanger when he was behind the wheel? If these are the times he was caught, and it’s SEVERAL, how many other times did he do it where he was lucky enough NOT to be caught? Statistically, if he didnt learn the first, or second time, then obviously he would keep doing it.

I warned chessy not to talk to Me about legal matters. It’s obviously safer for him that way.

All this, again, the DAY before I leave for My wonderful and much anticipated getaway. *sighs*

I’m in a mood obviously. So much so that it would be good to offer yourself as sacrifice. you know the rules, but I’ll post them again:

1.)

2.) Get Me a Money Pak. Use this site to locate a retailer nearest you that sells Green Dot products. Go to that retailer with money in your hot little horny hand, and purchase Me a Money Pak. Then rush home, get on your computer and email that Money Pak number to Me.

MAKE SURE YOU SEND ME THE RIGHT DAMN CODE!!!!

3.) Do both #1 & #2 and really get My attention.

Being fucked good and hard till I cum and then being licked clean is simply divine. Even more so when I have them on their knees rabid to please Me.

Only a short while before I get to leave for My weekend get-away. I must admit, I still get all girly-stupid excited when I travel anywhere, especially some place new. The joy of exploring someplace different; the food, the history. In 48 hours I will be on My way.

For all of you foot and/or nail fetishists out there, I will be getting My nails all prettified via a pedicure and fill on Friday. you want pics? Then you need to follow the instructions below.

For the rest of you wanting to contribute to My little expedition, there are a few ways you can please Me and make My jaunt all the more enjoyable.

1.)

2.) Get Me a Money Pak. Use this site to locate a retailer nearest you that sells Green Dot products. Go to that retailer with money in your hot little horny hand, and purchase Me a Money Pak. Then rush home, get on your computer and email that Money Pak number to Me.

3.) Do both #1 & #2 and really get My attention.

I also have monthly slave contracts available. Email Me for processing and details.

Lets see….in other news I have TPO on His way over to make sure I am well and truly tended to. Feeling a little randy…jealous?

I also have another photo shoot lined up for later this month. Looking forward to working with the photographer and seeing what is captured.

Working on another possible photo shoot, this one fetish related, after the first of the year. you want it? Follow #1 & #2 above! Photoshoots aren’t cheap you know!

Til later…

~E

I have started to write a new spanking novella which I expect to be four or five chapters.   The first chapter is now complete, but I have not yet settled on a posting site. I will post the location on this blog as soon as I know where it will be hosted.

It was Miss Brock, who had turned this fascination into a sexual fetish that seemed to grow stronger, year by year.  A slim, pretty lady in her mid-twenties, Miss Brock was always well turned out. The model of femininity, she wore crisp summer frocks and strappy sandals.   The colder months would see her dressed in stylish formal dresses, sheer stocking and elegant, high heeled pumps. Sharon would be mesmerized by her, as she walked around the room, a long blackboard pointer gripped lightly between her long fingers, her red nails contrasting with the white beechwood pointer. She would pick out words on the board, tapping them when emphasis was needed. For Sharon, it became a symbol of power, but one that she never saw used.

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Sharon felt her breath quicken and stickiness welled up from between her thighs. She could feel her breasts becoming flushed as blood seemed to course rush through them. Her nipples strained at her bra sending jolts of pleasure down to her belly.. As surreptitiously as she could, she began to rhythmically squeeze her thighs together. She watched the drama continue to unfold as Miss Brock moved behind the girls and deftly pinned up their skirts. One of them let out and audible squeal, whether from pain or protest, Sharon could not tell, as Miss Brock peeled their panties down to her mid-thighs, revealing a pattern of welts and bruises.

Sharon watched mesmerized, as the teacher’s delicate fingers traced along a few of the stroke marks lines. She was horrified at the wicked looking bruises that painted vivid reds and blues along the structured patterns of the raised welts, and desperately, but unsuccessfully tried to imagine what it must feel like.

Miss Brock’s cultured and measured voice broke the silence. She did not admonish the girls as Sharon had expected, nor did she offer any compassion. She simply made a matter-of-fact statement stating they would have trouble sitting for a few days. That’s just the way it would be!

The lesson ended in haze for Sharon. She packed up her books, and stood up to walk away from her desk. She felt awash in conflicting emotions; she was deeply disturbed by the sight of the punished bottoms, but felt a strange jealousy for what the punished girls had endured; the sight horrified but absorbed her; and the lack of compassion shown by Miss Brock confused, but strangely, aroused her.  How could anyone act so dispassionately to the sight of those painful marks?

“Sharon….stay behind please, the rest of you girls can go.” The punished girls made themselves presentable and the class poured out of the door. Sharon waited with trepidation.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you Sharon? I was watching your reaction.” Miss Brock’s voice was steady, and there was no hint of accusation in it. She tapped the damp spot on the chair where Sharon had sat, and then pointed to the back of her skirt. “You had better go home and get changed Sharon, you don’t want the other girls to notice!”

Mortified, Sharon nodded and made for the door.

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The Puppet

For another vignette I wrote, take a look at Lady Julia’s Femdom Fantasy site for “The Puppet”:

Click on the image to go to the story on Lady Julia’s Femdom Fantasies site.

Often the erotic power exchange community examines the gay community with a certain amount of envy, as a result of the fact the latter has achieved quite a bit when it comes to general understanding for and acknowledgment of different lifestyles. One of the questions, asked in this respect, is the one about being a culture yes or no.

There are other strategies to discover whether or not BDSM is a culture.

Behavior patterns

therefore the question is : are there such ideas, views and behavior patterns?
Different cultures
Other main differences are in the social behavior patterns. Especially gay men – within their community – aren’t only more open to different forms of sexuality, it is also very common to act out preferences in a nearly more or less public environment such as gay bars and meeting places. Try acting out your heterosexual BDSM preferences in a public bar or in the local community center and you will have great Problems.
So yes, there ARE at least two different BDSM-cultures with their own patterns, behavior and general dynamics.

To determine if BDSM as such is a culture one system is to identify if the phenomena as such has any inlfuence in other social areas. This is a unfinished list of such influences.
* BDSM has a ( infrequently even quite significant ) influence in areas like fashion, pop music, flick industry and art.

* BDSM has its own media ( print and web )

* BDSM has its own places for gatherings ( clubs, the above facilities, groups, gatherings, munches )

* BDSM has its own organisations ( local, countrywide and some – like the NLA – even internationally )

* BDSM has its own ideas, some of which have also been accepted in or adopted by other areas
* BDSM is a cost-effective factor, in the forms of products like videos, toys, gear, more or less dedicated shops, media and art galleries, clothing and such and – wether we adore it or not – prostitution.
* BDSM is scientifically recognized as a phenomena of its own.

* BDSM is condemned by other groups, including some very influential ones.
* BDSM has lead to specific legislation to try a ban it in various states and regions.
* BDSM is the topic of political debates and decisionmaking.

Are there different cultures within hetero BDSM? I have a tendency to think there are at least two : Maledom/femsub and Femdom/malesub. However , there are some basic differences that in my viewpoint make them different ( mind you, I am not suggesting one is far better than the other, just different ). So where are these differences?

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The first few days in 24/7 chastity are pure hell for a chronic masturbator like me. i now am begging to be allowed to use the Kali’s Teeth Bracelet, anything to get my jack-off time in! On Sunday, Mistress said laughingly how horrible it must be to go “cold turkey” overnight with my jack-off addiction. She said She was feeling sorry for me and had come up with a solution.

First off, i would be severely punished for uncontrollable begging! Mistress took me to the local adult bookstore and i was required to explain my situation to the young, attractive clerk on duty. i was to ask Her to pick out a paddle to be used on me for punishment. She smirked and laughed out loud, picking out a “Board of Education” wicked wooden paddle and said “this ought to turn his ass as beet red as his face and chastised clitty”!

After thanking Her for Her help, Mistress handed Her a card and asked if it could be put up on the personals board. The loud laughter echoes in my head as i await my next task. She said absolutely and pinned it up on the board and Mistress gave Her my cell phone # to be called if anyone wanted “my services”. It read “Chronic Masturbator locked in chastity is offering his jerk off talents to any and all males who wish to receive a hand-job. Very experienced masturbator, several times daily until recently, this slave is available 24/7. Just ask the clerk and She will put you in contact with slave”.

i am in shock as i sit here and post this second blog. My ass is as promised, beet red turning purple and bruised. i see that this blog is being read regularly now and await “my chance” to use my jerk off talents to masturbate a complete stranger!

I wanted to share some wonderful snippets of writing that a beloved little bitch of Mine wrote. For sake and purposes of My blog, I will call him ’squire’ as that is where all knights begin their training and he has earned such a name. These are taken directly from a small writing assignment I made him do for Me:

“….The orderly procedure of showering, shaving, getting my clothing together, making breakfast, making the bed, while trying to get out of the door on time takes up my thoughts… as being organized, or getting somewhere in a timely manner are areas where i’m quite weak and it’s evident. Knowing, in the back of my head, that You’d be watching, laughing, verbally abusing my slowness, or lack of planning for the day, causes me to throb again and, even in my mind… be shamed at my inadequacy. However, at the same time i shiver slightly with pleasure, knowing i’ve someone there who wants to shape me, mold me… fix my problems. Someone finally worth Serving… someone who is obviously heads and shoulders above me in every facet one can think of…..”

squire was ordered to go to a public restroom, which he did (hoping no one noticed the bulge in his pants), and smack his cock for Me.

“….But then, as i am wont to do, i fuck up; i get hard later, and return to the restroom to abuse the offending cock again… i happily let You know about it and You become angry… enraged i dared to do so without permission….i’m desperate to make You happy… tempted to leave right fucking THEN and get back home to punish myself… but i know i can’t. Your angry words cut deep, and i know i want to appease You. Instructions are given as to what i need to do when i get home, and the remainder of the hours seem to pass so slowly… i’m calmed though by You reminding me of my place, below You, not remotely equal to You and i almost felt forgiven, as if You understood or expected the fuckup from me….

….Finally i get home. i’m breathing faster, angry for upsetting You, but anticipating my punishment. Clothes come flying off and i realize my boxers and pants legs are soaked with precum pouring out of me all day. Of course, i confess this to You as well… and am met with scorn, as expected…..

….my thoughts are no longer solely my own; You’re there, lurking around the corner in even the most mundane thoughts… ghostly echoes of Your laughter teasing at the corners of my conscious mind. Fleeting images of being choked by You, tortured, beaten, yet pleasing You with my own flesh, being allowed to kneels and serve someone i’m literally coming to worship… someone I’m Deifying more and more on a daily basis…”

Now THAT, My devoted little slavelings, is how you appease Me. That is, of course, by no means the writing assignment entire – only snippets for you to devour and enjoy. I know I certainly did. I have called him squire because he equated his servitude to the chivalry that knights used to uphold in days of yor….not only to their Lord and Master, but to the Women that they pledged themselves to. I found it quite fitting.

I will be awake for a bit longer yet, and have some things to attend to. I of course have the phones on…..

you should call. I could use the laugh.

If  I told any of my vanilla friends or family that I wrote erotica, they would think I was crazy (probably, rightly so !) It is time consuming, it is indeed kinky, and it is unasked for.  I know many blog and eroticsa readers would probably have similar questions…what sort of person creates this stuff ?  While everyone will have very different reasons, I thought that as the opening entry to my blog, I would lay mine out:

1. Payback to the blogging community.  I read a lot of blogs and get a lot of enjoyment out of them, however apart from the odd comment, I don’t contribute. I decided that the least I could do for my friend Lady Julia, who IMHO,  has the classiest and best packaged set of hypno-centric Femdom offerings on the net, (free !)  (see the link at the side of this blog) was to contribute some content. if any of the content I created (content has a way of taking a life of it’s own after you start writing, and is not always suitable for the intended purpose), I can offer it to other blogs or post it here.
2. Creativity. It is a creative outlet for a skill that only otherwise gets exercised in a business setting.
3. Excitement. To be sure, my writing does sometimes excite me – else why else would I create these scenes. They do not, however, always reflect my actual fantasies or desires, but as I noted above, sometimes the stories take on a life of their own and go where I would not have planned them to go.

So there you have it !

Belle’s instituted a new rule. Turns out, she occasionally wants me to be more sexually assertive than the personage respecting protocols allow. I have tried to contain my urges to jump her bones out of deference to her position but apparently a girl likes to be a little more aggressively pursued. Unless she doesn’t. Since my mind-reading powers leave a lot to be desired, she’s created some guidelines for me to follow.

• I am not allowed to come on to her within 72 hours of her last orgasm. She, of course, is still free to instigate something, but I’m to respect her personage for at least three days after she comes.
• On the third night, I can try to seduce her (including putting my hands in places they aren’t normally allowed to go), but if she tells me she’s not interested I need to withdraw immediately and wait until the next day to make another move (or however long she prefers).

 
We started the first 72 hour clock that night. Contrary to popular opinion, people do have sex on Thanksgiving. As we went to bed, Belle brought out the key and let me out. It had been a long time since she had made use her cock, but I was oddly confident that I wouldn’t ruin the event with an unauthorized release. Since she was so hot for it, the whole adventure was over in about ten minutes. I never got close to coming, even though she was talking filth towards the end and that’s usually a sure-fire way to push me over the edge. Instead of baseball, I focused on work. Decidedly unsexy. In any event, she had a terrific time. Afterward, she allowed me to enter her and I did the old-fashioned “me on top” routine. Just like the old days, except I didn’t come of course. She allowed me to stay unlocked for the rest of the weekend, as long as I promised to behave (which, more or less, I did).

Last night, the 72 hour window opened. Combined with her leaving this morning for another work trip (this time only four days and only as far as NYC), I was highly expectational of getting the meat wet again before seeing it relocked for her absence. As soon as the TV went off and I turned to face her, I knew she wasn’t in the mood to fuck me. There was zero angst on my part and I would have been perfectly happy to simply roll over and go to sleep if that’s what she wanted, but I offered up Pink, her favorite vibrator, as an alternative. Turns out, she did want that, so I hopped out of bed, unwanted boner bobbing before me, to get her little plastic friend.

I started to prep her in the usual manner (licking her nipples, fingering her clit, etc.) and ruminated over the fact that my unlocked, rock hard, 100% available member was being neglected in favor of a this remarkable piece of technology. In the past, I might have been miffed, but the entire point of this exercise was her pleasure and the tool she preferred that night happened not to be the biocock. She knew I wanted her to fuck me, but she also knew what she wanted. I can’t say how happy it makes me that she picked it over me.

As usual, the little vibe that could brought her to a shuddering orgasm (repleat with rapid-fire exclamations of “Oh, fuck!”). As she basked, I was torn by the desire to feel myself inside her again and letting her continue to drive the event.

Eventually, I whispered tentatively into her ear, “Can I go inside you?”

I felt very much like I was intruding into her moment and I half expected her to say no. In retrospect, maybe she should have. But she didn’t. After a few more glowing moments, I climbed up and entered her hot wetness.

I quickly found myself within a hair’s breadth of coming. I looked into her eyes, deeply beseeching. I wanted to come so, so bad. Had she given me the word, it only would have taken another half stroke to pass the point of no return. But the word never came. She looked back at me and smiled.

“I’m very close to coming,” I admitted.

“Then you need to get out,” she calmly replied. It tore at me to do so, but I slowly withdrew and, on my knees between her legs, laid my head on her stomach, supplicating my desire to continue before her feminine will.

I rolled over onto my back next to her, panting, wet cock standing straight out. It throbbed with aching desire and, against any logic, I flexed it in an attempt to gain just a little more sensation. After a few moments, though, it started to lower, even as I tried to will it into continued erection. The heavy PA ring pulled the head down against my body and the rest of the shaft pulsed just a little lower with each beat of my heart. Eventually, it was still plump with blood but had lost its stiffness. The buzzing, conflicting desire racing through me started to subside. Impossibly, considering the intensity of my feelings just a few minutes before, I started to feel an almost post-orgasmic serenity descend over me. I was horny as hell, but started to feel sleepy. Content.

Facing her, I said, “Thank you so much. Thank you for letting me bring you to orgasm, thank you for letting me fuck you. Thank you for stopping me. Thank you so much.” My heart was brimming with devotion, affection, and love for her.

Then, we slept.

This morning, she put me back in the old CB6K. It’s a good thing, too, because I know I’m weak and, in my current condition, the temptation to play with her cock would be all-consuming. I am exactly as I should be. Totally and completely under her control.

I spent My day decorating My wonderful little abode for the festive season quickly approaching. Tree is up, lit and decorated. Gotta love Florida and fake trees I tell ya! Plus, there is always a wonder in going through the ornaments and remembering one’s childhood – hung up next to the black gladss bulbs and Maleficent ornaments of course!

No shopping was had today and that makes Me a little sad. I should be out every day spending your hard earned money on that which pleases Me. So get off that lazy assed rump of yours and start sending all that money to Me! What the hell are you going to use it on anyway? you know I can spend it better and will enjoy it infinitely more.

How do you get it to Me? Well now little ATM, there are plenty of ways.

If that button says “Unavailable” fret not little slaveling, for you can still click on it and purchase items from My SugarShop. A recording, a story I wrote and narrated for your pleasure and four different photo sets all for you to purchase and worship Me by.

Then there is always emailing Me to find out directly how you can send Me cash. I prefer Green Dot for such things as they allow you and I both the security and confidentiality without having to use pesky credit cards. you would go and purchase Me a Money Pak (the higher the amount, the better) and email Me the code that it includes. I would then use that code to load My own person card with the funds you have sent to Me and done! I’d be off spending your cash in an instant and it’s so painless….for Me at least!

Those are My preferred methods….which reminds Me…

tomlin, I know you’ll read this….your pay day is coming up very soon. I would hate for you to have to pay late fees! (Note: That is mocked sarcasm, of course!)

I was informed today that someone wants to fall asleep with their head between My thighs. Though I am not whole heartedly certain that this would be comfortable for Me, the idea is certainly intriguing….

With that thought, I’ll say adieu for the evening My flock…

Till later…

~E

I think of you whenever I go shopping
We bump into each other up the aisles
Amongst the breakfast cereals in piles
Of Special K, and tubes of magic topping.

And how I wish instead I could be dropping
Into my basket one of your dear smiles,
A twist or two of the electric dials,
Some nipple tweaks, and half an hour of cropping.

You sell yourself to me, in little pieces,
So accurately weighed, and finely wrapped:
And every time I buy my need increases
(Like a burning well that won’t be capped)
You are the only place I know where peace is:
Could I be more absolutely trapped?

No matter what we set out to do, the road we take to get there can’t be predicted. Having a goal, a desire is enough to set the thing in motion, but not to bring success. Eventually we will find where our roads lead, perhaps not in the manner we expect. Life offers nothing, sometimes burnt bridges can’t be unburnt. If that is what is to happen, then that is what should happen.  What is left for us is to look down the road. A moment of regret should be allowed, looked at and learned from. But then take the next step and the one after that.