A good girl smiles, doesn’t frown

A good girl doesn’t let you down

She is quiet, modest and demure

Doesn’t cause a fuss, she is too pure

She exists to please, to reassure

Patient, tolerant, kind

Pretty, but not alluring

Selfless, polite, she follows the rules

Or tries to

Because Rihanna says, “A good girl gone bad is gone forever”

Be a good girl, mother said

Turn out the light, there’s a good girl, father said

Good girl grows up

Into good wife, good mother

A carer, nurturer

Still waiting for her reward

She doesn’t want to be a bad girl

Because we all know a bad girl doesn’t succeed

She’s too loud, proud, selfish

Speaks her mind, breaks the rules

She loves being the centre of attention

The bad girl doesn’t care what people think

No self-respect, or respect for others

How disrespectful!

There’s no reward for standing out,

For standing up, for standing proud

The good girl cowers in the spotlight

“A good girl is seen and not heard”

Never lifts the bird, or steps out from the herd

A good girl doesn’t cry for help

She carries her shame home in a smile

Covers the bruises and tiredness with foundation and blush

Tells her problems to hush, to hush

They’re not so bad

Children are starving in Africa, mother said

Try harder, father said

But she can’t help but wonder

After so much trying

And we all try so hard

If she could put aside her goodness, for a moment, she might ask:

Why does the society I live in not only oppress me but trains me from birth to oppress myself?

Why do I carry the greater burden of care?

Why am I under-represented in positions of power and influence?

Why am I over-represented in positions of subjugation and oppression?

Why am I overworked and undervalued?

Why does society prefer me seen and not heard?

Why am I not guaranteed safety, even in my own home?

Why am I subject to hate-crimes such as rape and sexual assault based on my gender?

Why I am more likely to accumulate poverty in my lifetime than to accumulate wealth?

Because my story is important

Because the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world

Doesn’t it?

But a good girl doesn’t ask challenging questions. She doesn’t want to rock the boat.

The good girl knows that good girls have no needs of their own, except for everyone around them to be happy and contented. She wouldn’t say things like:

I need to be heard and understood

I need to feel safe and know that refuge is a call away

I need connection, so that I don’t feel alone

I need to be affirmed, and my burden of care acknowledged

I need to be recognized as a person, and as my own liberator

I need a sense of shared experience, and a sense of possibility

I need my experience to be validated

I need all the paths and choices in front of me to be illuminated

I need respect

She wouldn’t say that, because a good girl… Surely if she was good enough someone would listen and care. Surely everything she has done to please has been in some way service to her own needs.

Good grief.

There is no good that does not cost a price.

If you meet a good girl, and you’ll see plenty.

Ask her desires, her wildest dreams.

Because every girl has them. Good, bad or in between. Think of your own, give them space to grow. And while you’re at it, tell yourself for goodness sake “it’s great to be me” – because you’re worth it.

And when it all gets too much for the good girl, when being good has taken its toll and she doesn’t know where to turn. Tell her to call WIRE

Do you cheat?

Let me be more specific. After all – there’s cheating and then there’s fudging a little, right?

• Did you ever cheat in school?
• Did you ever cheat at a game?
• Do you rationalize cutting corners?
• Did you ever cheat in a relationship, and how “far” is cheating?

How do you define cheating?

No, I’m not going to address the issue of marriage and infidelity. It’s complex, and deserves a discussion on its own. I am asking questions about values and behaviors. Cheating in a relationship is a matter of definition (like cheating at anything) and just one example of stepping beyond social norms of what we should and shouldn’t do.

I’m asking because I’m curious. I’m asking you as an individual. I’m also asking as a parent – and addressing you, as parents. Because we set examples by our behavior, not to mention the disconnects between what we say and what we actually do.

Do you make distinctions between cheating and fudging a little? Only in certain circumstances? Is an ace up your sleeve cheating, or just planning for contingencies?

Good girls, bad girls, the “good girl syndrome”

I’ve been looking at my own behaviors lately. And my belief system. Tossing my preconceived (and conditioned) notions into the air to see how they land, then poking around in the scramble of my usual frameworks trying to uncover new ways to think, perceive, act, and accomplish. Why? It seems to me that I’m expending tremendous energy getting nowhere. That means I need to change what I’m doing, how I’m doing it, or both.

Is there a Good Girl Syndrome? If not, there ought to be. I’ve been pondering my “good girl” past. Yes, I was one of those. Never lied. Never cut school. Never cheated. Always did as I was told. Always followed the rules. I learned very late in life that most people do lie, cut corners, outright cheat, and many make their own rules – causing destruction in their wake (leaving others to clean up).

And they were not vulnerable as I was. They were not an easy mark.  In fact, not only were the “bad girls” (and bad boys) having much more fun, they were more successful, in all ways.

Why do people cheat?

Why do people cut in line, cut corners, and disregard rules as though they don’t apply in their case? Is it the desire to win at all cost? Is it narcissism? Some unique combination of ingredients that creates a sense of entitlement, mixed and percolated in childhood, then ingrained in routine adult behavior?

What about those like me – following the rules, still believing in “the system,” in Karma, in nose-to-the-grindstone hard work to earn the fruits of our labor? When some follow rules and others don’t, you no longer have a level playing field. Those who don’t cut corners lag behind. And then what?

What do we teach our children about cheating?

As adults, do you “cut corners” when you can? In some instances? Only if your back is up against the wall? Do you move the golf ball in the sand trap when no one’s looking? Profit from the cashier’s mistake at the checkout line that gives you an extra $10?

As parents, how do we deal with issues of cheating? And those murky areas of “cheating by omission” (like the $10 example above)? What do you do when you see your child cut in line or try to get away with a foul in sports? What about those “cheat codes” in video games that our kids access to bypass levels where they’re stuck?

Do we judge those things differently than cheating on a test, or stealing an idea for a paper? Is there a spectrum of cheating that we teach through our behaviors and our terminology? Including:

• Fudging
• Cutting corners
• Everyone does it
• Taking advantage of an opportunity
• Dog eat dog world.

Value systems, personal integrity

I have learned a thing or two in the past eight years, with difficulty, as I’ve tried to hold together my house of cards through layoffs, financial problems, an expensive and ineffective legal system, and societal frameworks that no longer fit.

In some ways, I do make my own rules. Now. And I fudge a few things, in the hope of being able to take care of my family. My age, for one, as I look for work.

When I make my own rules, it has to do with seeking creative solutions within a structure of ethics that I stick to rigorously, despite everything. Because it is who I am. And I cannot compromise my integrity or I shall be lost in a world that is – let’s face it – a bit lost. Or is that just moral relativism? Am I rationalizing my own behavior?

And you?

• Do you cheat?
• Do you “cut corners?”
• Only in certain circumstances?
• Do you justify your actions in some instances, and not in others?
• How do you explain these distinctions to your children?

© D A Wolf

Big Little Wolf’s Daily Plate of Crazy

J. Reyez dropped a new single in conjunction with Hang & Fedarro. It’s a pretty solid song, good production on the beat and the singer on the hook was on point. I wasn’t feeling the mixing though. My guess is it was recorded on completely different set ups as the sound was really inconsistent. Also the first verse wasn’t on the same level as the other two MCs.

What do you all think? Feeling this one?

me

i’m back here… away from the other one that start to feel like a territory marked by one too many cat.
Anyway i was saying, funny how people think they read you correctly from few phrases, funny how the go in a roundabout way to make you feel bad, so you will wanna prove them wrong (by being with them?) but the funnier thing is that i actually fall for the trick, i see the attempt at reverse psychology, but unless i’m furious, i just bend over backward to prove myself, to please. Of course is like dangling a carcass in front of a bunch of vultures… oh yeah i know, kitty isn’t so kind at times, maybe, or maybe i’m just more tired of the mind games people try to play with me.
Anyway my love life still sucks. i think i’m too needy at the moment to be objective… i met someone i liked, only to be made feel like i’m snobbish, never mind he was misleading in not specifying that one look for casual encounters (maybe just for what concerned me, but still…)
Now i’ not sure what’s going on with T.(just in case you are reading )
i like him

Well, who would have guessed that I wouldn’t update my blog until the first semester of my sophomore year was almost over? I see several virtual hands raised. Real funny, guys.

Well, a lot has changed, including me. As a freshman, I was sweet girl, a bit rough around the edges. But lets just say that when you have friends like Jamie, Jenny, Krystle, and Crys, innocence is impossible. But doesn’t mean I’m not the good girl. I was bad once, and it doesn’t suit me. I’m still posture-perfect, not-that-mean old Tabby.

Anyway, the catchup game aside, my weekend is packed! I’m hanging with Krystle tonight, then tommorow, I’ve got a date (yes, a date. You heard me right!). On Sunday Soph (one of the few of the freshie bundle I still see daily) and I are going to see New Moon. And I may drop into the show choir’s dinner theatre crap if I can.

The big problem?Throat has been bugging me, and I sound like I’ve been sucking all the helium out of a balloon.

Oh well. Bouken desho, desho?

Photo: Thomas Hawk

The blown up picture of a naked lady using apples to maintain her modesty (part of some 5-a-day campaign), is a fitting backdrop to the coffee-counselling date I am on. My friend, yet again, felt obliged to sleep with her date after he bought her dinner, and now he has not called her back. Yes, naked pictures and uncommitted sex are about the most liberal female sexuality could be, but does it make women happy? Are we really free? 

Wendy Shalit, in her book Girls Gone Mild, recently re-launched as The Good Girl Revolution, answers with a resounding no. A ‘fourth-wave’ feminist she shows how women are actually constrained by sexual freedom and how dignity and purity are the way to greater self-respect and more fulfilled lives. 

Her resounding message is that overt sexuality has not liberated women and does not make us happy. Instead it swamps us, from billboards of naked ladies to thongs for children. She shows us how one-night-stands and the resulting emotional detachment is portrayed by society as empowering for women, expecting a telephone call the next day or getting emotionally involved, as immature. Resulting from this, women are reporting feeling that sex is a duty to service a man’s happiness, disregarding their own.

And are women liberated? Is wearing low cut tops or tiny skirts really a symbol of maturity, confidence or freedom? She answers with an emphatic ‘no’. It appears to me that this is, in essence, what the protests against the Miss-London beauty pageants were about: a society in which educated women feel fulfilled and confident when they are being judged on the superficial. 

However, Shalit unearths the quiet revolution that is happening, that of ‘fourth-wave feminism’, a movement that stresses ‘dignity more than rights’. It is not a movement of prudes, or anti-feminists, but a movement that wants to reclaim the self-worth of women. By having standards; by dressing modestly; by making sex again private and even advocating abstinence, women will gain the individual respect they want. She does make a strong and compelling argument. We, as women, are fortunate in that political and social rights have already been won for us. Now we need to reclaim the dignity we have lost in the process. 

The book is full of lengthy examples and is, in places, didactic. Shalit focuses on the extremes and does not touch on girls in the ‘middle ground’ – not wild, but also not mild, who can balance sexuality against total modesty. Yet she inspires a sense of self-worth and confidence that is liberating. Taken with a pinch of salt she offers a different way of behaviour to women caught in an essentially undermining society.

Be careful, little brother, you’ll feel a little
disoriented for a while as the spell takes hold.
It’s changed your body, now it’s starting work
on your mind. Sit down while it’s happening.
Don’t want you to fall over and harm that
pretty little body we’ve given you, eh?

You see, we’ve all got tired of your bad
behaviour. Tired of the fights, of the drugs,
of all the money you’ve been sneaking out
of Dad’s wallet. Did you think we wouldn’t
find out? You’re a disgrace to this family.

So there are going to be a few changes around
here. Carl has gone. Never to return. And good
riddance to bad rubbish. And in his place
is Carla. A sweet, demure college girl who
wouldn’t dream of getting into trouble.

I’ve always wanted a little sister. And
now I have one.

The Beautiful Marie McCray

My dad has a Facebook. I am not too excited about that!! He just made it last night. But he shares the account with his friend. Probably just too bored from staying in Belgium for almost 1 month already. He posted a lot of videos of him there and what’s even worse? The Facebook account is under the name “Senyum Sokmo” which means “Smile Always” in Kelantanese accent. Like, what!? Hahahaha. Whatever. His friend came up with the idea and all.

Anyway, I added him last night (which is a big mistake!!) and he started reading the things on my profile, look through my pictures and all that. And he asked me about why I was talking gay stuffs with my friends. I burst into laughters at that exact time!! I was like, Dad, please, I was just joking around! You know me, I’m your silly little girl

Well, I’m grateful because I didn’t really post any rude or ridiculous pictures or make stupid perverted quizzes. Haha. Or else, I would have been a dead meat last night!

In case you just want to know, my dad is a little bit over-protective of me. He’s like trying to keep me in his silly little bubble FOREVER! Haha But hey, I am not joking okay? AND, he’s most protective when it comes to boys. LOL. I remember him getting all panic when he found out I was talking on the phone with my then best guy friend when I was in Form 1. He was asking my mom all sorts of questions and why is this guy calling me and whatever. Haha, that was seriously funny.

My mom and I always like to tease him about me getting married and getting children. He would freak out the moost when he hears that, no kidding!! Usually, when he’s talking about my future, he would go on like this:

Him: I don’t want you out from the house that early because once you live outside, that’s it. The end of your living-at-home time. Later on, you will get a job, settle down and… And.. Ha, I don’t want to go there (he’s actually thinking about me getting married! Hahahaha )

He avoids that topic every time!!! Then, my mom would tease him, telling him that she has planned how my wedding is going to be and all and you can actually see his face changing! Probably even him turning all white and pale! Hahhh, I just love to freak my dad out Like father, like daughter. He likes to play silly jokes on us as well, okay!

If only he knew just how I am not so angelic after all, he would kill me!!!!! Teehee

Whatever it is, I am trying my best to be on my good behaviour (liar liar pants on fire) and about the going to club thingie, I have long forgotten about that Thank God. I don’t even want to go to one anymore, but that doesn’t change the fact that I like dancing! Okay?

And I am also trying to be better. I don’t know in terms of what, but I do know that I just want my parents to be happy, that’s all

Though there are some things I just can’t resist That, I don’t know!!

Anyway, today is a much better day. I went to sleep smiling last night. Someone did save me after all. In the morning, I woke up, being annoyed by my little brother. But now, I feel kind of guilty for snapping at him. Hmmm, probably would apologize later on :-| Then, after a series of going to sleep, waking up again, going to sleep, I finally woke up to a phone call and things just got better from that

Psychology is fun. I need to keep telling myself that because IT IS FUN! I am not being sarcastic okay? I am just worried that my TER won’t be high enough to meet the entry requirement for the B Sc (Hons) in Psychology. I just need to pray that my TER would be okay Though I am not really that confident about it despite the not THAT bad TER I have gotten before this. I am just scared.

Oh well, I need to keep studying. It’s confirmed, I am not going to Awards Night. Too bad, really. I have been looking forward to it. What to do, I can’t just say no to the ticket that has been bought, right? Hmmm

I’m going to stop now. Time to study, study, study

Wish me luck, people.

xoxo, Fanah.

Iben Hjort Buskop og Good Girl på vej hen i transporten som ses til højre

Loquita og Susan Nielsen

Loquita læsses. Hun skulle lige kigge, men gik fint op. Ligeledes Air Strike som Susie er på vej med gik lige op. Fra venstre: Hanne Bechmann, Loquita, Mikkel Olsen, Iben Hjort Buskop og Jens Bechmann

Som sagt ville jeg lige ned og sende pigerne afsted igår. De skulle til Sverige med 3 af vores heste – alle hopper. Bedst placeret af de tre blev Good Girl som fik en 4. plads, men ikke var så farligt langt bag vindende hest. Her er de så på vej afsted, og efter at have sendt dem afsted, gik jeg gennem Dyrehaven hjem.

OBS!

Mine fotos er omfattet af Copyright og må under ingen omstændigheder benyttes nogen steder uden tilladelse

So my first tag experiment was an utter failure — I guess folks don’t want to look for raunchy, sleazy, on-the-fringe stuff.  I’ve had exactly zero hits on this blog since that post.

So for this post, I’m going to use as many “softcore” tags as I can think of, to see if people are looking more to *almost* see something “bad.”

Dear Dr. Fulbright,
How can I break out of the “Good girls don’t do that” trap and realize that if you never push your boundaries, you’ll keep having the same old sex forever?
— Anonymous

Dear Anonymous,
Most people grow up with a lot of negative messages about sex, for example, they’re told whom to have sex with and under what circumstances. Anything outside of that recipe can be scary, guilt-ridden and wrong. At the same time, it’s titillating because we’re suddenly “bad” if we deviate.

When it comes to sex, the “good girl” versus “bad girl” labels are just that — societal labels. They’re just a negative way of capturing different degrees of one’s willingness to experiment sexually or push the sexual relations envelope. What works for one isn’t going to work for another, and what’s pleasurable for one is going to be a turn off for the next.

So it’s important to realize that we’re all sexually unique and into different things, and it is such a disservice to yourself (and your relationship) to not be at least somewhat open-minded to trying different things or find out what’s best for you. It’s perfectly healthy for people to test their boundaries with different types of sex play and adventures – and to discover what is most sexually gratifying for them. What other people put on you, like the “good girl” message, is a mere reflection of their own issues, attitudes, and discomforts with sexuality. It is not your burden to bear.

Realize, too, that avoiding the sexual rut helps people to experience new sensations, new forms of pleasure, and helps them to maintain monogamy.

Dr. Yvonne Kristín Fulbright is a sex educator, relationship expert, columnist and founder of Sexuality Source Inc. She is the author of several books including, “Touch Me There! A Hands-On Guide to Your Orgasmic Hot Spots.”

Det har vi nok allesammen brug for engang imellem. Som hovedregel har jeg det godt i mit eget selskab, men der er da de dage, hvor man kunne tænke sig en, der gav et knus og havde lyst til at forkæle en lidt. Sådan en dag har det været idag. Har ikke været helt på toppen idag synes jeg. I stalden var “hende den store grå” lige ved at trampe på den fod, som allerede lider alverdens kvaler, efter at være blive trampet på af “den store røde”. Den gør pænt ondt i forvejen, så jeg lavede et vrid i den for at komme væk fra Goodie’s str. 47, og det har så gjort, at den ihvertfald ikke gør mindre ondt.

Min ryg har igen planer om, at jeg skal tilbringe aftenen på smertestillende og det gør jeg så og har ikke så ondt i den nu. Med alle de her gebrækkeligheder var det rart, at blive forkælet lidt.

C’mon…. just keep it real!  Are you likely to stay just a bit longer in a relationship that you know full well is not good for you just because the sex is good? I think if we all haven’t done it… we’ve considered it… at least before we had some sense knocked into us!  I mean for women when we have sex with someone after a while we become attached to that person.  We’d often put up with a situation rather than find someone else to be comfortable with and sleep with.  But sex for women is also mental and emotional so if we aren’t stimulated in those areas as well as physically then, it’s really just plain sex nothing explosive is going to happen if our heads aren’t into it no matter how many tricks he’s pulling out of his sleeve!  So is it even worth trying to hold on to a relationship if you aren’t happy just because the sex is good?

And what’s with people deciding to break up but agree to continue to “service” eachother until they find another partner? How do we do that to ourselves? Women I can’t see it being ok with us and us not hanging ourselves with our own rope.  If we agree to continue to have sex with someone we must obviously still have feelings for that person otherwise the thought would somewhat repulse us!  Maybe those that do agree to the “service warranty package” are secretly hoping that they can put it on Mr. Man so good that he’ll remember all the good times and reconsider a relationship and that’s servicing under false pretenses and basically setting yourself up for failure!  If you really want a relationship you should say so.  If he just isn’t that into you to give you one, then you should consider more of yourself and just move on rather than give yourself sexually to a man who doesn’t want to be in a relationship with you as if that’s all you’re worth.

I’ve thought about staying in a relationship just because physically we clicked more than any other way… then I realized that the more we didn’t connect anywhere else besides the bed the less the thought became appealing and I closed all doors to that relationship and just let things be.  If you know something is just not right in your relationship and there’s nothing that you can do to make it right… just let things be over.  Not everything is meant to last.  Some people come into your life only for a season and our job is learning to decipher seasonal from full-time workers.  Also, remember that not every employee is entitled to a benefits package until after they have put in some work to prove themselves.  If we made them wait longer, maybe we’d have figured out who worth it without having to consider foregoing one for the other!

Cuddle up to art and warm yourself in the glow of human creativity during the Nov. 6 First Friday Art Walk.

In November, Art Walk welcomes a brand new member in Abundant Life Covenant Church on the square, puts the focus on local filmmakers with Movie Night at the Monarch, takes a look behind The Veil at Drury’s Pool Art Center Gallery, and explores the works of renowned artist and MSU art professor Sharon Harper at OTC Fine Art Gallery, which also introduces awesome rock by The Retro Gnomes, a band whose members range in age from 8 to 12.

Come to the Downtown Arts District 6-10 p.m. Nov. 6 to enjoy art, live music, food, art demonstrations and fun for all ages in 25 participating venues. Among the highlights:

• Enjoy ArtWhole Studios owner Chet Burgtorf’s Queen City Decay photo series, plus live music by Moonhoney and appetizers from Twilight Grille.  
• MSU Art & Design Gallery proudly presents Visiting From Qingdao: Daqing Zhang and Yake Xu, featuring traditional Chinese painting and ceramics.
• Fantastic photographers display their images in several Art Walk venues this month, from Chris Wood’s photos for Present Truth magazine at Abundant Life Covenant Church, to  Bodhi Salon and Spa’s presentation of Motley Achromatic, a show by Ike Wever, to Carl H. James’ photo display and Aux Arcs book-signing at The Creamery Arts Center and David Strong’s nature photography at Obelisk Home.
• Enjoy the music of Stringfield, the award-winning hammered dulcimer duo of Gail Morrissey and Victoria Johnson at Global Fayre.
• Double your fun with dual-artist shows at The Gillioz, featuring Chad Thomas and Elizabeth Anderson, and Fresh Gallery, featuring Angel Nahon and Ann Marie Rausch.
• Don’t miss Women Artists of the Midwest which continues at Hawthorn Galleries this month!

For parents who want to attend Art Walk but think they can’t afford child care, think again! Family Art Night at the Downtown Y offers child care for ages 3 months to 12 years, 6:30-9 p.m. every First Friday for only $10 per child. Kids enjoy healthy activities and snacks, story time and a hands-on art project to take home. Call (417) 862-8962, ext. 149, for information or to preregister.

Full details of the Nov. 6 Art Walk appear in the November Gallery Guide below.

November Gallery Guide

Abundant Life Covenant Church, 157 Park Central Square, has joined Art Walk as a new member! Abundant Life features seasonal photos from its magazine Present Truth, plus contemporary mixed media paintings and iphone abstract studies by Chris Wood. “Most of my art work is Abstract Expressionism in nature,” Chris said. “I love to paint but found a new medium on my iphone and began developing some studies I will be displaying this month.” Chris, who owns his own design business, has been designing and photographing for Present Truth for 10 years, and he and his wife have been Abundant Life members for 23 years. (417) 864-4971

ArtWhole Studios, 408 W. Walnut: Studio owner Chet Burgtorf will feature his series Queen City Decay.  There will also be new works from artist Scott Green. One of our most popular Art Walk features will continue as guests can take part in our group painting, and the Gypsy tango stylings of Moonhoney will be there for your entertainment.  We’re also proud to once again serve appetizers from Twilight Grille. (417) 866-7929 artwholestudios@att.net.

Big Smile Photography, 207 Park Central East, features international award-winning wedding and portrait photographer Jeremy Lawson’s creative lifestyle wedding and portraiture work. Big Smile displays Jeremy’s one-of-a-kind portrait and wedding images from local events, as well as events from around the world. (417) 527-2885 www.bigsmilestudios.com Open 9 a.m.-5 p.m. M-F and by appointment

Bodhi Salon and Spa, 431 S. Jefferson, Ste. 106, presents Motley Achromatic by emerging urban and commercial photographer Ike Wever, owner of IKEONOGRAPHY, www.ikeonography.com.  Blending multi-sensory techniques, such as music, script and raw, vivid imagery, Ike is able to elicit feeling from his audience on multiple levels.  “We often connect and react using several of our given senses.  When displaying work, I combine subtle sensory queues which allow the audience to experience my art, rather than simply view it.”  Complementing Ike’s photography are the notional writings of fellow creative, Matt Wever. (417) 864-4399 www.bodhisalonandspa.com Open 9 a.m.-9 p.m. M-F; 9 a.m.-6 p.m. Sat

The Creamery Arts Center, 411 N. Sherman Parkway, presents local photographer, Carl H. James and the work of local artist members from Studio 55..James’ photography on display is featured in his new book of black-and-white photography, titled Aux Arcs, featuring 88 pages and 80 images of the Ozarks region. His book will be available for purchase during the month of November and he will be signing his books at the opening reception during First Friday Art Walk. The book retails for $9.99.Studio 55, a local arts group featuring local and regional artists over the age of 55, will have various artworks on display. (417) 862-ARTS (2787) www.SpringfieldArts.org Open 9 a.m.-5 p.m. M-F; closed major holidays

DB Design Salon & Art Gallery, 326 S. Campbell, presents Artist Stevia Bonebrake in November. DB Design also continues to show works by Karolyn Farrell, and features works by painters Debbie Sutherland and Jerry Ellis, potters John Ehlers, Duane Bone, Cheryl Matlock, Julia Schaefer and Katrina Stevens, jewelry artists Jill LeGrand and Tammy Kirks, and stained-glass artist Nathan Smith. (417) 864-4343

Drury Pool Art Center Gallery, 940 N. Clay St., presents The Veil: Visible and Invisible Spaces, an exhibition of the works of 29 artists, each of whom considers The Veil, its many manifestations and interpretations, and puts veils and veiling into context. Enjoy the opening reception 6-9 p.m. during First Friday Art Walk and don’t miss the Curator Talk 6-7 p.m. (417) 873-7263 www.drury.edu/pacgallery Open 8 a.m.-5 p.m. M, T, W, F; 8 a.m.-8 p.m. Th

Fitzwilly’s Gifts & Antiques, 308 South Ave., will be exhibiting the works of Haley Patten.  Haley brings a touch of whimsy to her art with rainbow colors. (417) 866-3696 Open 10 a.m.-5 p.m. M-F, 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Sat; First Friday hours 11 a.m.-10 p.m.

Fresh, located at the southwest corner of Campbell and Walnut, presents Featured Artists Angel Nahon and Ann Marie Rausch in November. Angel, a painter, covers a range of subjects in her work, from sun-soaked tropical beaches to richly colored abstracts. Ann Marie converts tables, chairs, chests, dressers and more into fancifully themed, brilliantly colored art pieces that fire the imagination. Fresh is a collective gallery of fine art and craft featuring 21 juried regional artists. Fresh artists are Dolores Bauer, Janice Brueggemann, Bruce Burnaugh, Stephanie Cramer, Alicia Farris, Clarissa French, Mary Hamilton, Joy Hyde, Ann Meese, Jeanie Morris, Carol Penprase, Barb Radovanovich, Karen Schneider, Peggy Thatch Sibley, Sandy Strother, Debbie Sutherland, Denene Taliaferro, Karla Breeding Trammell, Sharon Warren and Elaine Willig. (417) 862-9300 Open 11 a.m.-6 p.m. T-Th; 11 a.m.-8 p.m. F-Sat

Gillioz Theatre, 325 Park Central East, presents Chad Thomas and Elizabeth Anderson. Come view Chad Thomas’s creatively inspired acrylic paintings of Alice in Wonderland and rock out to his music paintings featuring such greats as Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain. Elizabeth Anderson is a Sumi-E artist. She studied Sumi-E, which is Japanese ink painting, in Kyoto for three years because she found it particularly suited to expressing the rhythms of nature and the cycle of seasons that have always fascinated her.(417) 863-7843 www.gillioz.org

Global Fayre, 324 S Campbell, presents Stringfield. A hammered dulcimer duo that has been playing together for over 10 years, Stringfield features Gail Morrissey and Victoria Johnson, both first place winners of the Southern Regional Dulcimer Championships. Gail placed at the Nationals and Victoria placed first as Oklahoma State Champ. They have traveled to Japan to participate in the Sister City exchange and have played many other events and festivals. Stringfield comes in many variations from duos, trios and a full Old Time string band with fiddle, guitar and bass added. Their sound ranges from World Music to Old Time American or whatever captures their imagination. (417) 873-9792 www.globalfayre.com Open 10 a.m.-6 p.m. M-W, 10 a.m.-7 p.m. Th-Sat, 1-5 p.m. Sun or by appointment

Good Girl Art Gallery, 325 E. Walnut St., Ste. 101, presents Artist Kristin Sholtis for the month of November, with Rustworthy, Tales in Assemblage….. Kristin likes to reuse and recycle objects that were discarded, unloved or unwanted.  Ideally, she would like the viewer to interpret the artwork to make his or her own story.  Kristin attended University of Wisconsin and MSU.  She is currently teaching art at Wilson’s Creek Intermediate School.  Also showing will be Oklahoma artist Debbie Curtis with Barbie Paintings. (417) 865-7055 www.goodgirlartgallery.com Open 10 a.m.-8 p.m. T-F; 11 a.m.-8 p.m. Sat

Hawthorn Galleries Inc., 214 E. Walnut St., is proud to continue the 2nd Annual Women Artists of the Midwest Exhibition. Enjoy new work by artists Alishia Brundege, Jeanne Davis, Cathey DeLisle, Lisa Esposito and Louise Thies at Hawthorn Galleries through December. Women Artists of the Midwest was formed to serve as a catalyst to bring women fine artists together from across the Midwest. WAM members have the opportunity to collaborate and pool artistic and professional resources, and they seek to encourage other women artists to cultivate their talents, developing and strengthening the female artistic community. Besides helping artists further their careers through artistic growth and professional development, WAM’s goal is to enhance support for and recognition of female artists in the Ozarks and throughout the Midwest. Meet the artists and enjoy live music during First Friday Art Walk (417) 866-6688 www.hawthorngalleries.com  Open 10 a.m.-6 p.m. T-F; 1-5 p.m. Sat

Inveno Health, 429 N. Boonville Ave., continues displaying works by local painter Stephanie Cramer, including a vibrant new piece titled Jazz Evening, beautifully displayed in the historically renovated office and research facility. Come north of the square in November to the galleries at Inveno Health and Obelisk Home to experience innovative medical research, imaginative artwork, and inspiring facility design. 417-831-1270 www.invenohealth.com

MSU Art & Design Gallery, 333 E. Walnut, presents Visiting From Qingdao: Daqing Zhang and Yake Xu. Enjoy traditional Chinese painting and ceramics. (417) 829-5092 www.art.missouristate.edu/gallery.php Open 10 a.m.-6 p.m. T-Th; 10 a.m.-8 p.m. F; Noon-6 p.m. Sat, closed Sunday, Monday and university holidays

MSU Student Exhibition Center, 838 E. Walnut St., presents an All Student Competitive Exhibition from the Art Club of the Art and Design Department.  Students from the studio art program have submitted their original art for consideration by judge Brad Noble. This show promises to be an excellent representation of the talent of MSU students.  Juror’s Awards, consisting of cash prizes, will be presented at 7:30 during the Nov. 6 opening reception during First Friday Art Walk. (417) 836-6999 www.sec.missouristate.edu Open 1-5 p.m. T-Sat, closed major holidays and University holidays

Nonna’s Italian Café, 306 South Ave., presents the return of Works by Linda Telthorst. As a painter, Linda uses color to create expressions of beauty. She is influenced by the works of Raphael, Monet, Van Gogh, O’Keefe and Kahlo. She believes that music, dance and art are the bridges that beauty transcends to communicate to all, regardless of race, gender, or age. Her work has been exhibited locally and nationally in galleries, as well as in publication. (417) 831-1222 www.nonnascafe.com

Obelisk Home at the Inspired Commerce Building, 214 W. Phelps, presents Photographer David Strong. “As a native of the Ozarks, I’ve always had an appreciation of the beauty and power to be found in nature,” Strong said. “My years in the Air Force and subsequent travel have only served to deepen that appreciation by allowing me to view the wonders to be found in the deserts of Nevada, the mountains of Colorado, the tundra of Alaska and my own backyard.” A hobby photographer since high school, through his association with the Southwest Missouri Camera Club and lots of study and practice, his hobby has become his art. “My main joy in photography continues to be when I can convey the moment frozen in time and memory so that others can connect it to memories or dreams of their own,” he said. (417) 616-6488 www.obeliskhome.com

OTC Fine Art Gallery, 325 Park Central East, Third Floor, presents an opening reception featuring artwork from Sharon Harper, Missouri State University art professor and renowned practicing artist.  Sharon’s exhibition at OTC Fine Arts Gallery is a survey of her work from the past six years featuring a number of new pieces and some never before seen in Springfield. Sharon’s body of work is a combination of paintings and drawings on canvas, paper and wood. Also during the November Art Walk, enjoy The Retro Gnomes, a band was formed through Springfield Music’s School of Rock program. This group of young students has been playing together for five months.  Members are Jessie Lemons, rhythm guitar and lead singer, age 12; Gunnar Pennell, lead guitar, age 11; Joanie Lemons, bass guitar, age 10; and Bowen Pennell, drummer, age 8. The Retro Gnomes will perform classic and contemporary Rock Band cover songs. Special refreshments will be served.  All are invited! (417) 447-8873 Open 9 a.m.-6 p.m. M-Th; 9 a.m.-3 p.m. F; 9 a.m.-10 p.m. on First Fridays

Park Central Branch Library, 128 Park Central Square, features Abstract Paintings in Oil and Acrylic by Julie Mignard Meet the artist and talk with her about the work she has on display, and enjoy live music by Eddie Gumucio at 8 p.m. (417) 831-1342 http://parkcentrallibrary.blogspot.com Open 8:30 a.m.-9 p.m. M-Th; 8:30 a.m.-10 p.m. F-Sat

Randy Bacon Photography and Figment Art Gallery in the Monarch Art Factory, 600 W. College St., present Movie Night at the Monarch! A Collection of Short Films by Springfield’s Most Popular Emerging Filmmakers: Cina Canada, Ryan Seal, Anthony Gilmore, Brandon Goodwin, Brandon Allen, Patrick Mureithi and Randy Bacon. Also, be a part of Minutes: Segments of Life Stories, a documentary featuring participating Art Walkers and filmed live in the Monarch! The 16,000 square foot Monarch Art Factory will be filled front to back with showings of inspiring and creative short films and music videos. The movies, popcorn and soda are FREE!  Meanwhile, the working artists in Figment Art Gallery And Culture House, located next to Randy Bacon’s Gallery, will exhibit new paintings and have pottery-making demonstrations by Kelly Kennedy. CASA of Southwest Missouri will display original artwork from students in the area and will be selling their much anticipated line of greetings cards, available on Art Walk nights in November and December only! (417) 868-8179 www.randybacon.com www.gallerysounds.net Open 11 a.m.-6 p.m. T-F; 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Sat

ROX Stoneworks, 220 S. Campbell, Second Floor, (entrance on McDaniel), the studio of Sculptor Bruce Burnaugh, presents Works in Progress by ROX students and Paintings by James Crafford. ROX Stoneworks is a working studio teaching stone sculpture 9:30 a.m.-3:30 p.m. Saturday, Sunday and Monday. www.springfieldarts.org/ROXstoneworks

Springfield Hot Glass Studio, 314 S. Campbell Ave., is a working hot glass studio/gallery with facilities for furnace, torch and kiln work, Springfield Hot Glass offers live demonstrations on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and First Fridays. Bask in the mellow warmth of hot glass and fine art with glass master Terry Bloodworth.(417) 868-8181 www.springfieldhotglass.com Open 10 a.m.-6 p.m. T-Sat

Springfield Pottery, 416 S. Campbell Ave., is a fine craft gallery and community clay center that features some of the best examples of fine craft in clay, wood, metal, glass, fibers, photography, printmaking, and jewelry by over 45 local, regional and national artists. www.springfieldpottery.com info@springfieldpottery.com Open 11 a.m.-6 p.m. T-Sat

Susan Sommer-Luarca Fine Art Gallery, 221 Park Central South. Internationally acclaimed and widely collected artist Susan Sommer-Luarca exhibits a stunning body of work in originals and fine art giclees. Susan holds the honor of being the Official Triple Crown Horse Racing artist, artist for the 2008 Super Bowl, Official Artist for the U.S. Olympic Team Beijing 2008, Official Artist for the U.S. Olympic Team Vancouver 2010, and more. Susan also paints LIVE at many nationally televised events like the Kentucky Derby and the Super Bowl. www.sslworldwide.com  (417) 866-4278.

Som jeg nævnte igår, var planen at tage en tur i stalden idag. Og det kom jeg også. Eftersom at ham den røde vandt i lørdags, var det passende med lidt morgenmad til tøserne. Nu var der jo to vindere, så jeg var heldigvis så tidligt på den, at Shareholders ejere ikke fik købt også. Så var vi da druknet i winerbrød og brød. Jeg havde snegle og et franskbrød med og søde Cat (jockey Cathrine Weilby) havde bagt snegle med glasur i Finish’ løbsfarver – det var bare helt suverænt.

Udover en masse børsten og gøren ved, var jeg ude på en dejlig gåtur med Good Girl i Dyrehaven. Hun er lige så nem at gå tur med (måske endda nemmere) som en stor hund. Hun er godt nok stor, stor. I forvejen glor folk jo, når man kommer slæbende med en hest på den måde, men nu er jeg jo vant til blikkene, når jeg går med Finish og de er lige høje. Good Girl fylder så mere i bredden og ser således større ud. Men lige så stor hun er, lige så hyggelig er hun at gå tur med. Så vi havde en dejlig tur, og der er SÅ flot derude nu med alle farverne og stille var der, nu det er efterårsferie – det klager vi ikke over. Og jeg har godt af motionen og den friske luft. Faktisk var det powerwalking en god del af vejen, når jeg først bliver varmet op, går det faktisk godt.

Vel hjemme igen gik jeg fuldstændig ud som et lys og sov lige til sidst på eftermiddagen, efter et bad og en smule frokost. Sådan er det – godt man har muligheden for at lægge sig, når behovet er der. Håber I har haft en dejlig dag og har nydt den.

Did your Mom ever cut your hair as a kid?

Mine Did.

Or did you ever cut it yourself???

You can understand why Stella would be a little apprehensive about me cutting her hair.  In an effort to save a little $$$…Mama decided to give “Home Grooming” a try today.

Who Wants a Haircut?

"Not me Mama!" (Schnoodle shakes her head)

"I'm sure Papa doesn't want you to do this Mama."

Stella's looking a little Shaggy lately.

Her feet look HUGE, but it's just all hair.

So here we go.......

I felt a little like Edward Scissorhands (one of my favorite movies-See VodPod box to the right!)!  Since I didn’t have a proper table, Stella opted for laying down on the kitchen floor.  I spun her around….flipped her on her side….fed her treats and praise, praise, praised her!!!  I’m not even sure how long it took….all I know is that I was covered in Schnoodle hair…and Stella was not.

It doesn't look like much......

But it was.....ooooohhhhh...it was!

There was even some of her cute little white chest hair.

I think Mama did a pretty good job!!!!

Welll....maybe not so much on her legs...that can be fixed.

And maybe I went a little too short in some spots....and a little too long in others.

I think I did a good job on her chest/tummeh area!

As promised....I took her to the Dog Park afterwards....and then she got a Chewey.

And Mama had a well earned frosty cold adult beverage!!!

I think….given it was my first attempt….all turned out pretty well.  Tomorrow I’ll get Papa to help me while I trim up around her cute little face…and try to straighten out the hair on her legs and feet.  All in all Stella…..I think you turned out beautiful….it could have been worse.

Stella could rock this cut!!!!!

I’ll post more photos after I’ve got her all trimmed up tomorrow.

I didn’t expect to have a topic to write about so soon; I was just going to start recounting old incidents until an opportunity to write something new presented itself.

This is a short tale, but it was a moment of sheer panic, quickly followed by relief and then praise to Augie for being a good girl.

Our morning routine does not change much from day to day; my alarm goes off, Augie hears it and knows what it means and she gets up and ready to start her day, too. This morning, she was let outside to do her business just like every other morning and I thought nothing of it. That was until I walked into the hallway and noticed that the gate to the backyard was WIDE open. Now… you see, I have a beagle. What that means is it is almost impossible to train them to stay put without some type of restraint be it a leash/chain or a fence. An open door or gate in our house results in panic.

I thought for sure she had booked by the time I noticed the open gate, but we were able to get out to the gate and close it before she even knew it was open. Our saviour? Food on the ground outside. We throw old uneaten food to the birds and squirrels outside (normally Augie gets it first but sometimes she leaves some for others). She was too busy devouring all of the food to notice that the gate was even opened. Fhew… Another disaster narrowly avoided.

By the way… If you know anything about training Beagles to stay put, let me know. Every source I have read tells me it just won’t happen, but that can’t be true. It just can’t….. can it?

My second trip to Denver was absolutely amazing. Master picked me up at the airport and we excitedly chatted on the way to his house. J called, and He took the phone from me and then told me to suck his cock while He talked to her and drove. After a while, He instructed me to stop and handed me the phone. i talked to J for a few more minutes before i hung up. We then discussed the evening’s plans. L’s birthday party was that night, and it was a surprise. And she had no idea that i was coming into town. We were both crazy with excitement.

He dropped me off at their house and instructed me to get everything ready for the party. He said that we did not have many people coming, so we would not need much food, and gave me the money to go to the store with. As soon as He left i headed to the store to buy snacks and decorations for the party.

The guests started arriving and one woman asked about the food. I did not have much out, as i was following Master’s orders, but we decided to add some to it. The party was lovely, and L was VERY happy to see me.

Once the party was over, me, Master and L sat around watching football. After a few minutes, He instructed me to go downstairs and take L and begin and He would join us shortly. i politely asked her if she would like to join me downstairs and she happily accepted. Within a few minutes i was eating her pussy eagerly. i heard Him come into the room but i couldn’t see Him. As i continued licking His wife with all of my might i heard him set out a few things. At one point i turned and looked and saw him sitting out a chair with straps attached to it. i knew that He was going to bind me to it.

Once He had everything set out, He instructed me to stop. I sat up and waited for Him to give me further instructions. He instructed her to turn over onto her stomach and she did. He then handed me a black leather glove covered in tiny silver spikes. i put it on my hand, as He instructed and waited. i watched as He pulled out a small instrument that looked like a little pinwheel of sharp needle-point spikes attached to a straight stick handle. He began rolling it all over her, and with each whisk of the pinwheel she gasped and shook. i wondered what it felt like, if it hurt and if so, how much. It was as if He read my mind because soon He whisked it down my arm. It was sharp and pointy, but more prickly than painful. He then silently instructed me to run the glove along her body spike side down. He simply waved His hand over her still torso and nodded. i did as He showed me, and we alternated with the glove and the pinwheel. He also had me spank her ass with the glove a couple of times, which made her jump and cry out each time. i shuddered and winced at the thought of causing her pain, even though i knew that she liked it. She was so delicate and sweet, it was hard for me to inflict pain onto her.

He then took back the glove and put it and the pinwheel away. i watched as He grabbed a new instrument, it was black and consisted of a handle that had many long black leather strips attached to it. He jiggled it over her back, letting the tips of the black leather strips tickle her. He then began to sweep it back and forth across her ass, stroking her with it harder and faster as He went. She moaned pleasurably and mumbled “Thank you” into the bed underneath her face. She then muttered, “Love that” and moaned some more. Every once in a while, He would stop stroking her with it and would jiggle it over various parts of her body again, which made her squeal and squirm.

He put the black instrument away and opened a large clear tupperware container filled with a clear gooey substance. He took a cotton swab and told me that i would be His official “blower” as he swooped the swab through the clear jelly-like substance. i had no idea what He meant, but i knew that He would guide me and i sat up nice and straight and awaited his instruction.

He took the swab of goo and ran it along her back, down her spine. He then took the swab and lit the end of it with a burning candle next to the bed. He then touched the flame quickly to the substance down her spine and it lit on fire, which he immediately blew out. i knew what my job was now, and i moved a little closer to fulfill my new duty.

He spread the goo on her shoulders, the small of her back, her thighs and her ass. Each time He lit her i would blow it out as quickly as i could. He then instructed her to turn over and he put a small heart shape of goo on her chest directly underneath her left breast. He lit it and i blew it out. He then made a line all the way down her chest and then across her lower stomach and lit it. The flame shot down her body and across her stomach to each hip simultaneously. She gasped and squirmed as we blew it out.

He then motioned for me to hold out my arm. i did, and he put a line of the good down my arm and then lit it and blew it out. It was like a flash of warmth, not necessarily hot and it surely did not burn. But it made my skin feel alert and alive.

He then motioned for me to come to Him and i stood up off the bed. He pointed to the chair and i promptly sat in it. He then grabbed my wrists and strapped them to each side, directly to the chair with large black straps. i smiled in excited anticipation as He then ran His hand along my right leg, yanking it in line with the leg of the chair and then strapping my ankle to it. He repeated the process with my left leg.

He then motioned for L to come to the end of the bed and she immediately obeyed. He told her that He was now going to fuck her and that the entire time He was fucking her that she was to look at me and tell me how He felt. He then told her to lay on her back with her head off the edge of the bed. i knew from experience that He was going to deep throat her. And He did. And i watched. He then got onto the bed and began to fuck her as hard as He could with her head hanging off the edge of the bed, with her looking directly at me. She was saying how amazing He felt and moaning really loud. Her bright eyes were staring up at me while i sat there, unable to do anything but watch her being pleasured by Him.

After a few minutes He grabbed a fistful of her hair and instructed her to cum, and within seconds she began to cum and wail loudly. i bit my lip as i watched her fully orgasm, staring at me the whole time. It was one of the hottest things i have ever witnessed.

He then got off of her and instructed her to lay on her back with her head on the pillows and she obeyed. He then came over, and slowly unstrapped my right leg, then my left, then each wrist. He told me to pick up where i had left off, but to be careful because she had just cum.

i eagerly climbed onto the bed, spread her legs wide and began licking her as firmly but gently as i could. She shot her hands above her head and grabbed the headboard and moaned happily. i heard the rustle of a condom behind me and felt Him climb onto the bed. As He mounted me i felt the tip of His hard cock push into my tight little ass. I tried hard not to clench, but my leg muscles instinctively tightened as He began to push into it.

i threw my head up and screamed in pain, tears immediately flowing freely down my face. She grabbed my head and whispered to me “Relaaaax,” and stroked my hair. He stopped and instructed me that if i needed Him to stop to say, “Red.”

i nodded and He began to push into me again. i began punching the bed next to her and screaming “GOD DAMMIT, FUCK!!!!!” He pushed further and further into my ass and i tried to resume licking her, but had to take breaks every few seconds to scream and yell curse words. He finally made it all the way into my ass and began thrusting harder and harder. By this time it felt good, and my screams became moans as i licked His wife hungrily. The taste of her sweet Krispy Kreme-like pussy in my mouth combined with His huge hard cock pounding into my ass sent me flying. i was in a truly happy place of pure ecstasy, and with every stroke and lick i got closer and closer to cumming. i felt my clit start to tingle along with the pit of my stomach and knew that i would be cumming soon. i took a break from eating her pussy to scream and enjoy my powerful orgasm. It shot down from my stomach to my clit and shot throughout my entire pelvis and groin. i poked my ass up a little bit further and He kept pounding on it, even harder now. i returned to my “job” and was determined to make her cum. She moaned and moaned, even harder and louder this time and i continued, concentrating on staying in the same spot and getting her there in a solid progressive climb.

After a few minutes she began to wail really loud and i knew that she was about to cum. He also started moaning really loud, and i concentrated even harder as she shook and wailed beneath me, and He rammed and moaned above me. After they both finished their orgasms, He withdrew from my ass and i fell onto her with a sigh of complete satisfaction and accomplishment. after we all gathered ourselves, He ordered me to come lay in between them and they surrounded me with arms and legs and kisses. i snuggled down deep in between them with a huge smile on my face. i had not felt that content and peaceful in a very long time.

The next day when we all woke up, Master and i went to the grocery store to get some things, since He had requested that i make breakfast for them on Sunday, just as i do for my kids each week. When we got home, L and i made breakfast. After we all ate, we discussed the plans for that evening. One of the online swingers sites was hosting a White Party, and He stated that He would be deciding later whether we were going to attend that or spend a quiet evening at home.

Lunchtime rolled around and He asked me if i would go with Him to get some sandwiches for lunch. We drove for about 15 minutes to this little tiny authentic Italian sandwich shop. On the way, we chatted about the weekend and what we were going to do. We had planned on getting the “Yes Sir” tattoo on my ass that day but the tattoo artist canceled on us. And He was going to purchase a new show collar to let me wear. This was my good girl reward for following His instructions the last month. i was extremely excited over this, and couldn’t wait!

At the Italian sandwich shop there were a couple of older family members working behind the counter, speaking in thick Italian accents and yelling orders to each other. Master and i got sandwiches, and then on the way home we stopped by one of His favorite motorcycle shops and took a look around.

When we got home, we all ate our sandwiches at the table while chatting about the rest of the evening. Master announced that He had decided that we were going to attend the White Party, but that He and L had to attend a family BBQ first. They left, and i laid down on the couch to take a much needed nap. After a good sleep, i woke up and began to get ready for the party. i had brought several white outfits, but one dress in particular i wanted to wear. It was short and buttoned all the way up the front with a scoop neck that showed off my tits and made them look nice and big. i knew that Master and L would love it, and i was very excited to wear it for them.

They came home and we all got dressed and headed out. But we made a very important stop first. i was receiving my good girl reward, which was that i was going to get to pick out any collar i wanted. It was going to be a new show collar, and i was beyond excited. i had been picturing the one that i wanted, and i knew that i wanted a red shiny one. We got to the Crypt, and He led me over to the showcase holding the selection of collars. They had all different colors and styles, and after trying several on, i narrowed it down to a red plaid one, a solid black one, and another solid black one with a small red patch on it. i wasn’t overly crazy about any of them, and was just about to decide on the plain black one when suddenly the sales lady remembered that one of the mannequins had the same exact one on except it was RED!!! She scurried over and got it down for me and L placed it around my neck. i immediately knew that this was the one. It was red and shiny, EXACTLY how i had pictured it! The only thing that i would have changed about it was that it didn’t lock, but the majority of the ones they had didn’t. But either way, i didn’t care. It was beautiful, and i gave Master a huge kiss and thanked Him for His pretty, new collar.

As we walked back to the car, i felt myself dripping down my leg from excitement. i did not have any panties on underneath my dress, and i laughed at how much i was dripping as L and i walked along the sidewalk holding hands. i was happy, beyond happy as i sat in the back seat of the car and gingerly fingered Master’s shiny leather collar sitting snugly around my neck. The whole way to the party i was giddy with excitement. L laughed at me, because i could not keep up with the conversation. All i could think about was how happy i was, and i was off somewhere on cloud 9, just me and His shiny red collar, dancing on the clouds, happy as could be.

We arrived at the party and Master put a leash on me. My heart jumped so hard it almost choked me. i had no idea why i loved that damn leash so much, but i did. We made our way through the crowd and within a few minutes He unfortunately had to remove the leash. It was way too crowded to try and navigate with a leash. There were people everywhere! Master and L knew quite a bit of them, and we slowly made our rounds throughout the house.

After having conversations with several people there, we headed into the kitchen to sit, as L’s feet were beginning to hurt. After sitting and chatting a while, Master decided that we should go upstairs to see if anything interesting was going on. We made our way into one of the bedrooms and saw 2 couples fucking. One couple was on the bed and one couple was on a small sofa in the corner. About 10 or so people stood around the edge of the room watching. We wandered into the bathroom and peeked into an adjacent room but nothing much was going on in there. We went back into the first room and found a place to stand and watch the couples fuck.

After a few moments, Master put His arms around me from behind and began unbuttoning my dress. He slid my dress off of my shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving me naked except for my bra and high heels. He then slid L’s dress up over her head and tossed it aside. He then grabbed her hair in His left fist and mine in His right, gently pushed down on our heads and stated firmly, “Down.” We both knew the command well, and fell to our knees and opened our mouths, ready to accept His cock when He presented it to us. We took turns sucking His large, hard cock, slathering our hot wet mouths all over it, and i heard Him moan as a couple of the other people watching made favorable comments.

After a few moments, He grabbed our hair again and lifted us back up into standing positions. He removed L’s bra, and then mine, and tossed them aside. He then firmly told L to go lay down on the floor, on her back, by the bed. She immediately obeyed. He then gestured towards her and told me to go lay on top of her, missionary style. i immediately got excited and practically leapt on top of her. i knew exactly what was going to happen, because she had explained this move they did to me before. He was going to fuck me, while i was laying on top of her, pinning her down. She would have to just watch and be turned on, without any ability to touch herself or pleasure herself in any way. It excited her greatly, and she looked at me and said “Guess what you get to do???”

i smacked the floor on both sides of her and squealed in anticipation and waited for Him to approach me.

He did just a few short moments later. i felt Him kneel behind me and soon i felt His hand reach down and rub my pussy. i wasn’t sure if He was going to enter my ass or my pussy, as we tend to have anal sex more than vaginal sex. Suddenly both of His hands spread apart my pussy and within moments His large, rock hard cock entered me. i immediately melted into L and moaned with pleasure. He felt so good inside of me and she felt so good beneath me. i was truly in a very happy place, and completely forgot about the people surrounding us, watching it all take place.

Master began thrusting into me harder and harder, and His very large cock was slamming into the bottom of my pussy. With each thrust i let out a scream, which made Him thrust even harder. Soon everything faded except the feel of Him behind me and the smell, sound and feel of her beneath me. She would occasionally brush back my hair and look at my face as i screamed louder and louder as he pounded me harder and deeper with each thrust. i suddenly felt my orgasm start, but before i even had a chance to focus on it, it shot through my entire body like a bolt of lightening. i came so hard that my vision blurred for a moment and i had to come back to reality and remember where i was for a split second when i opened my eyes. Once it was over, i looked over and the male part of a couple that we had been talking to earlier was kneeling in front of mine and L’s faces, presenting his large hard cock to us. i knew that He wanted one of us (or both of us) to suck it, but i was being fucked too hard to think about anything else. Besides, i knew that i had a very strict rule about not fucking anyone else without Master’s expressed permission, and since He was busy beating up my pussy it was not the best time to bring up the subject. Within a few moments, He began to cum, moaning very loudly and thrusting deep and hard in long, slow strokes.

He exited me and just as i got up He instructed L to get up onto the bed. The couple that had been on there was gone and He wanted to take it over. She got onto the bed and laid on her back with her head on the pillows and He suddenly grabbed the back of my hair and pushed my face into her pussy. i happily began rubbing her clit with my tongue in up and down, firm, fast strokes. She began to moan and i began swinging my legs behind me, as i always do when i am eating out a girl, and suddenly realized that i still had on my white high heels. i left them on, as leaving my heels on during sex makes me feel incredibly sexy.

Master came onto the bed and knelt next to L, watching us both. i ate her the best that i could, and could hear her getting close to cumming. Suddenly, a loud, drunk, obnoxious girl came into the room, shouting something to one of the bystanders. Someone asked her to be quiet, because people were having sex and she scoffed. L was back to moaning softly and i knew that she had lost all the progress that i had made. The girl behind us let out a couple more loud comments and then finally shut up. i began to focus even harder on getting my beautiful Mistress to cum in my mouth.

She slowly began her ascent again, and i focused as hard as i could on staying in the same spot and keeping the same rhythm in order to let her achieve orgasm. She began to shake and wail loudly and i knew she was cumming. As she came, Master came too, all over her chest. The people in the room watching clapped and cheered in appreciation. They knew that our progress had been broken, and how focused we were on getting her to cum. i was pleased that she had finally been satisfied, and stared at Master’s cum all over her chest. I began licking it off, every single drop of it, and she asked me if i was going to share. i leaned over and spit all of His cum into her mouth and she swallowed it. She looked up at Master and said, “She shared!” with a big smile.

i stood up off the bed and my knees buckled a little. The room was much more crowded than it had been before we started, and i recognized several faces from the crowd we had mingled with previously. i began to walk over towards our stuff against the wall when L suddenly grabbed me, hugging me tight. She whispered into my ear and told me that she was falling in love with me, and i told her that i was ok with that. She then asked me to please not break her heart and i promised that i wouldn’t. She brushed my hair back from my face and began kissing me. i kissed her back as passionately as possible and she took a few steps, pushing me towards the wall. Suddenly, Master grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, and grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them above my head. She knelt down and licked me and shoved her fingers into me and began moving them around. i moaned with pleasure as my knees went weak. My orgasm came really fast and really hard, the combination of His strength pinning me against the wall and her soft mouth on me and her fingers moving around in me made me melt into my powerful orgasm as i shook and came within mere minutes.

She rose back up to a standing position and He released His grip on my wrists. i bobbled a little bit and almost collapsed. She grabbed me and asked me if i was ok and i just smiled groggily and sighed saying, “Yesss….”

They both laughed as i let my body sink to the floor. i enjoyed my euphoria for a few moments before gathering myself enough to get re-dressed. After i was dressed, L and i sat up against the wall while Master chatted with a really attractive female, which happened to be the female counterpart of the guy who was presenting his cock to me and L while we were on the floor earlier.

i watched Master as He aggressively came on to the girl for a few minutes and then turned my attention to L. She asked if i had had fun and i said, “Very much so!” I then asked her how situations like this worked and she began explaining how hooking up at swinger parties worked. i stopped her and explained with a chuckle that i knew how that worked, but i meant how did the swinger party situation work with Him, gesturing to Master, who was now getting a blow job from the cute girl. i added, “You know, cause, i mean, i have to ask first, but for instance that guy wanted us to suck him but i didn’t because i had no idea how that works with Him.”

“Ohhhh!” she answered, and quickly explained that in situations like that consent is implied, but if He saw something that He didn’t like He would stop it. This eased my mind greatly. All i was concerned about was making sure that i did not make any mistakes or do anything to displease Master.

I looked over and Master now had the girl naked and bent over, and He was pulling a condom out of His pants. She was sucking away at her significant other’s cock as Master put the condom on. The man she was with pointed to me. i pointed to myself, asking if i was the one he was referring to and he nodded. He then made the “come here” motion and i stood up and walked over to him.

“Down,” he said firmly, and i nervously looked up at Master as i knelt down. He was watching, so i went ahead and opened my mouth and began sucking the man’s cock. He looked at his girl and said that I was fun to watch and i mumbled “thank you” with his cock still in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and started saying dirty things to me, telling me to suck him and calling me a dirty little slut. After a few minutes, he moved over to the bed and i knelt down on the floor in front of the bed and resumed sucking him. He was telling me to look at him, and asked me where i wanted him to cum. i said, “my face” and continued my task. i suddenly felt Master’s hand on my left arm and it flooded me with happiness. i quickly grabbed his hand in mine. It made me feel so good, knowing that He was right there next to me. The man i was sucking began to cum and suddenly pulled out and yanked my head back by my hair, cutting off my air supply and came all over my face. After he was done, he grabbed my face and turned it up to him and asked me if that was what i wanted. i nodded and he then spit onto my face. i recoiled in shock and just then Master stepped in and pulled the guy’s hands off of me and stated that we were still figuring out my boundaries. The guy apologized and i stood up and walked over to L. She asked me if i was ok and looked extremely worried. Right then, Master approached me and asked me the same thing. i stated that i was, but that i needed to wash my face. Master led me to the bathroom and watched as i ran hot water over a washcloth and wiped my face. He again asked me if i was ok and i stated that i was, although the spitting thing was a little much. He assured me that i always had the right to say no, and again asked me if i was sure that i was ok. i smiled at Him and said that i was fine and we went back out into the bedroom. The guy and his girl were standing there with L looking concerned, and Master walked up to him and said that we were all good. The guy reiterated his apology and asked if we were all good for reassurance. Master again said that we were all good and shook the guy’s hand. We then gathered our things and said our goodbyes and left the party.

Master instructed me and L to wait on the curb while He went to get the car. While we waited we discussed the guy spitting on my face. She explained that his girl was really into raunchy degradation play. This explained a lot. i told her that i didn’t even know that guy was a Dom until he said, “Down.” We both laughed about how naturally we react to that command. Knees bend and mouth opens, automatically. i went on to explain that the whole spitting thing was kinda weird, but that i would have probably not been so taken back by it had it been with Master.

In the car on the way home, Master, L and i all discussed degradation play and limits. L told a story about her limits and how she unfortunately had to find them the hard way. When we got home, L went to bed, and Master asked me if i would watch a movie with Him. We snuggled up on the couch to watch “Choke,” a movie about a sex addict. As we watched we discussed the night’s events and the situation with the other Dom. He stated that the whole reason for me not playing with any other Doms without Him being present was for my own protection. He said that He saw me as this beautiful little flower that was just beginning to bloom, and He didn’t want anybody coming along and crushing His beautiful bloom. i agreed, and He gave me a long, sweet kiss. I curled into the crook of His arm, happy and safe. i liked the feeling. i hadn’t felt “safe” with anyone in a very long time. But for some reason, He made me feel more free yet more protected than i had ever felt before. It was so odd, yet despite my inability to understand it, i enjoyed it, regardless of my intense fear of letting go like that.

Soon He began playing with my tits, and removed my shirt. He did not like for my tits to be covered up, and the majority of the time i was topless. He ran His hand down into my pajama pants and began playing with my pussy. He pulled down my pajama pants and my heart started beating so hard i thought surely He could hear it. He wanted to fuck my ass, and began playing with it and pressing His cock into my ass. i winced in pain, as i was still very sore from the previous night. He knew that i was very sore, and explained to me that i could humbly ask for Him to spare my ass.

“Sir, may i humbly request that you please spare my ass?” i said timidly. He agreed, and we snuggled back into each other and finished the movie.

The next day i made my Master and Mistress breakfast. Master had requested that i cook for Him in the nude, but i was so busy trying to get everything together that i forgot. He walked into the room, on the phone with J, and stated that He had lied, i wasn’t naked. L looked at me and tisked me for being naughty. i had my clothes off within seconds, and i went back to cooking, hoping that He would not spank me for my absent-mindedness. He walked into the kitchen and came up behind me and my heart raced. But He did not spank me, He simply handed me the phone. i talked to J for a little while and then continued making their breakfast. He instructed L to come over to me and they both stood behind me as He instructed me to stand still. I stood as still as i can while they each bit one of my ass cheeks. He bit significantly harder than she did, and when they let go, they marveled at their handywork. He snapped a picture with His phone and showed it to me. There was a nice sized bite mark on my ass. i loved it!

That afternoon, He took me riding on his motorcycle. i was much less nervous this time than the first time. We rode with a friend of His through the mountains and stopped to see Buffalo Bill’s grave. It was beautiful, and on the way back His friend decided to head home, so we split off. As we winded through the mountains we discussed motorcycles and the signals riders use with each other, him and L, and my ass and its recovery process. He stated that He fully intended to fuck my ass when we got home, and that there wasn’t anything that i could do about it. my stomach flip flopped with nervousness and excitement.

We got home and He immediately took me downstairs to fuck me. He ordered me to get undressed and lay on the bed and He crawled on top of me. We began kissing and i mustered up the nerve to ask Him something that i had been wanting to ask for days now.

“Sir?”

“Yes?” He asked, stopping to look down at me.

“Um, you know that bite mark you gave me earlier today?” i asked, averting my eyes from His.

“Yes…” He stated, waiting for me to finish.

“Um, well….,” i hesitated, “i’d like a lot more of those, please.”

Without a word He began biting me really hard all over my body. i squealed in delight and squirmed underneath his mouth chomping down on my alert flesh. i instinctively shot my hands above my head and grabbed the tender skin next to my armpit in my teeth and chomped down on it. It was already sore. i pulled my arm back and took a look at it. There was a nice sized, dark bruise already there. It was from me biting myself during the sex we had had the previous 2 nights. i chuckled and showed Him the bruise and stated that now i knew what it was from and that i had done it to myself and bit down on it again as He continued. After giving me several sizable and rough bites, He suddenly stopped and grabbed my legs and yanked me downward. He shoved His large cock into my pussy and began fucking me harder than i have ever been fucked before. It was amazing. i had never had a guy pound on me that hard and that fast. He changed positions on me a couple of times, and i squirted as i came. When He stopped, He rolled over, out of breath and stated that He needed to catch His breath. i was fine with that, i had just been fucked silly and was enjoying the throbbing all over my body from His cock slamming into my pussy and the bites He had given me.

After a few moments, He got up off of the bed and put on a new condom. He laid two pillows on the center of the bed, on top of each other and suddenly grabbed my ankles and spun me, landing me right on top of the pillows. i knew what He was doing. He was getting ready to fuck my ass and wanted my ass in the air for leverage. i laid there in extreme fear and anticipation as i felt Him kneel on the bed behind me. He mounted me and found my ass with the tip of His cock and began pressing it into me. His cock suddenly broke through and pain seared through my entire ass, radiating out into my stomach and legs. i screamed into the comforter and He laid prone on top of me and bit a huge chunk of my skin on my right shoulder. Suddenly the pain in my ass was bearable, as the pain in my shoulder counter-balanced it. He began fucking my ass in long determined strokes as i whimpered and cried beneath His bite and thrusts. i kept expecting Him to let go of the chunk of skin between His teeth, but He kept biting harder and harder and didn’t let go. This brought an orgasm on almost instantly. My entire body was tingling and quivering as my pussy, every part of it, vagina, clit, and even the sides near the legs, EXPLODED. i had not felt an orgasm that intense in years, if ever. He came almost immediately after i did and rolled over beside me, spent. i laid there, panting and shaking from the powerful orgasm i had just experienced. i rolled over onto my back and immediately winced at the sharp pain in my right shoulder. The waves of throbbing radiated from the place of the bite throughout my entire shoulder, neck and back. It was soothing and sensual, and i love it immensely. i had always loved being bitten, but i had never found anyone that would bite me hard enough to make it count. As i laid there, satisfied beyond compare, i told Him about all of the things i was thinking.

He told me to pack up my things, and as i did He suddenly instructed me to sit in the chair that He had strapped me to Friday night. i did as He instructed and He bound my arms and legs to the chair, just as before. He then put nipple clamps on me, and began flicking my nipples really hard with His fingers. The sensation was amazing, and i moaned and jerked with each flick. He then picked up the black leather instrument He had used on L on Friday with all the leather strips and began whipping it across my clamped nipples. It felt absolutely wonderful. With each whisk of the leather across my nipples i gasped and moaned and jerked my body. And with every jerk of my body, the edge of the chair hit against the bite mark on my shoulder, causing it to send throbbing waves throughout my neck, shoulder and upper back. i was in heaven. It was all so relaxing and sensual….i did not want Him to stop. He did though, eventually, and unstrapped me from the chair, un-clamped my nipples, and instructed me to go over and put my hands on the wall.

i did as i was told and He began whipping the strips across my back. Again, it felt amazing, and i loved it. Every once in a while, He would purposely whip it against the bite and the waves and ripples would start again.

He then stopped and i heard Him rustling around. i dropped my hands and He then came back up behind me and said, “I don’t remember telling you that you could move your hands,” to which i immediately replaced them on the wall. He then began running what i recognized by the feel of it as the pinwheel thing across my back. It hurt a little, more than it did on my arm, due to my back being so sensitive from the whipping of the black leather strips on my back and bite. But it wasn’t a bad pain. It was more like an intense pain, but not one that i wanted to escape from necessarily.

After He was finished, He told me that i could move away from the wall and i went to sit back in the chair. He sat on the bed in front of me and asked me what i thought of all the things He had just done to me. i pointed to the black leather thing with the strips and said, “That thing feels GOOD. What’s it called?”

He picked it up and began running the strips through his fist and said that it was called a flogger. i immediately knew that it was going to be one of my favorite toys.

L came home, admired His handywork and then we said our goodbyes. As i drove to the airport L and i discussed the weekend and how great it was. i was sad to be leaving. i wanted to stay, i wanted to soak up even more of them, i wanted to wake up tomorrow with them next to me. As i sat at the airport bar drinking a beer and eating a snack, a couple of people commented on my bite mark. It made me smile, and every once in a while i would reach up and touch it and the ripples would start again…

xoxoxo
sunshine

Any inhibitions I may have had faded away as I enjoyed being responsible for the desire of four men.  None of them could compare to Jason’s gorgeous manhood but all of the lust in the room made me crazy.  I never felt so much like an object…and never dreamed I would enjoy it so much.

It all felt a little strange and surreal.  Though I couldn’t help but enjoy myself a  little part of me was sad that Jason didn’t treasure me enough to keep me for himself.  But mostly I felt honored that he prized me enough to share me with his friends.

As if he sensed what I was thinking, he announced, “Her pussy is mine, everything else is fair game.”

“Awww, come on,” Alan protested, “It’s so wet and hot.”

“Hey, she’s mine, I’m just letting you play with her so you have to follow my rules.”  Jason was dominating both them and me, how delicious.  His cock still bulged, he had removed it from his jeans and was absentmindedly stroking it.  I squirmed as my pussy longed to be filled by it.

Meanwhile, Brandon’s eyes were closed, his face a mask of ecstasy as I ran my tongue almost absentmindedly around his cock.  It was hard to concentrate on any one thing with everything that was going on around me.  Caleb had stopped spanking me and was running his finger around my asshole.  Jason smacked my face hard, bringing me back to the moment.  “Concentrate on what you’re doing, slut!”  He pushed my head toward Brandon until I gagged and held it there.

Brandon’s eyes flew open and he exclaimed, “Holy crap!”

“Look at me,” Jason demanded and I raised my eyes to meet his, “You are doing this for MY pleasure, don’t you forget that.”  He smacked my face again and I never broke eye contact with him as I resumed my concentration on Brandon’s cock.  Alan continued to play with my breasts, pinching every so often to remind me he was there.  Caleb had pushed a lubed finger into my ass while rubbing the red welts from my spanking with the other hand.  He chuckled when I gagged and my ass pushed against his finger.

“I’m coming,” Brandon exclaimed as he shot his load into my mouth.

“Oh yeah, good girl,” Jason praised, “Good little slut.  Now come with me.”  He pulled me roughly over to the couch.  He slid a condom on and asked me to climb on.  Jason clamped his hand over my mouth and I felt Caleb pushing at my ass from behind.  Even with Jason’s hand covering my mouth my scream of pain and pleasure from being filled by two cocks could be heard clearly.  I held my body still and let the orgasm tear through me when Caleb’s dick slowly found the pleasure spot deep in my ass.

Jason smacked by breast and grabbed my head to turn toward Alan who was on his knees next to us, stroking himself.  “Open wide,” he instructed, “And you better keep your teeth to yourself.”

There was nothing I could do but submit so I luxuriated in it.  I had no other function in the world than to pleasure these men but first and foremost to please Jason, to make him proud of me, to make his friends envy that he owned me.

Who knows how much time passed as I floated there, coming again and again, soaking Jason’s lap with my juices every time Alan gagged me with his cock.  The next thing I knew Jason laid me on the floor with he and his friends standing over me.  As I lay there panting, soaking and bruised they came all over me.

Somewhere in the distance I heard Jason say, “You guys can hang out or go if you want but I’m going to take her in my room for a while.”  He picked me up and laid me on his bed.  Lying next to me he held me and stroked me gently as I trembled.  “You did so well,” he murmured, “You’re my girl, my good girl.”