No time to say hello goodbye, I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!

Posted on September 2, 2010 by Kitty

I had orgasms! As in the plural!

I didn’t give them to myself! Master gave them to me!

My life has meaning again! Yay!

LOL, that was a lot of exclamation points. I know. I just can’t seem to control my glee. I got a bit of hurty fun and then 4 (count them! 4!) orgasms. I felt like I was melting into the floor afterwards, I was so relaxed. It was almost as good as actual sex, and in the current drought situation, fantastic.

My school stuff is keeping me pretty busy at the moment. So is the daughter child’s. I forgot to think the her having homework thing through because, guess who gets to help with it? Yup. Me. I feel like the weekdays are a’flying by. Up and out the door before 8am, back home, homework, maybe lunch, maybe cleaning and chores, get ready, back out the door for class, home at dinner time, quickly eat, play with daughter child, bath, bedtime stories, put her to bed, homework, exhausted sleep.

That’s the story of my life right now. I must say, if it’s not going to be sexy, at least it’s fucking productive.

Only 6 more days to go! (Count em! 6!) I’m oh so tired of being the one in charge. I know, I’m not really in charge, but when a man is willing his penis back to full health, he doesn’t have much else on his mind. I really hope Master doesn’t have any other plans for that day besides shutting the curtains, locking the doors, and fucking me into bliss.

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Monday, Monday….

Posted on August 30, 2010 by Kitty

My brain hurtzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I am never going to like Mondays again.
Oh wait…does that mean I’m growing up and joining the rest of the world?

I am in freaking school from 1:30pm until 7:30pm. I get a five minute break in each of my three hour classes, and 10 minutes in between. However, that’s sneaky because I have to have set up my computer, be logged in, and on the portal before my second class starts which takes about 5 minutes. So to be annoyingly clear: that is 3 increments of 5 minutes in which I get to travel to get to class, outside, or bathroom, possibly food.

I can either pee and get to class on time….or I can smoke a cigarette and get to class on time. Fer realz’ people…you don’t want me picking one over the other. I don’t want to make a wet spot on the floor and I don’t want to have to kill you. (Joke. Serious, that’s scarcasm! Be ye forewarned!) I kind of get the profs’ deal about tardiness not being an option, even with breaks. These are introductory classes, they’re the first wave of harvesting the men from the boys. The point of these classes is to instill the ways to think, act, and work like a teacher. Especially, to see who’s serious or only semi-commited. I’m starting to wonder wtf I was thinking.

Monday is the only day I have like this. The other classes are all once a week too, so they’re 3 hours a piece, but evenings so I still have the day to do stuff. Master doesn’t work nights on those three days so he can pick up daughter child, and hey, I don’t have to cook dinner. So I really don’t have any room to bitch.

I guess we’ll see how the semester goes. I’m kind of in love with school…but it’s a love - hate relationship.

Daughter child’s first day of kindergarten went well too.

Me: Did you have lots of fun at school today? Did you learn anything new?

daughter child: Yah! They learned me about some stuff.

Ok. Check. She’s in charge of leading the pledge. I didn’t think they did that in school anymore. She’s also got her own little desk with her name on it. *sigh* My baby even has homework.

And for those of you snickering and following along on Piercing Imposed Time Apart or PITA (not to be confused with PETA! This has more to do with animalistic natures rather than actual animals)…

I’ve started to wonder how we got this particular activity backwards. Isn’t it the slave that’s normally pierced? I is confused. LOL. I said so to Master today. As a free tip, don’t ever tell your Master he can get his own work shoes because he’s got the piercings. ;)

There was also no “cleaning of the cobwebs” last night as promised. I’d pout, but in the middle of the night I heard him moaning in pain due to some sleepy scratching. One can always count on the sleeping ball scratch for some snicker worthy fun when new piercings are in the area.

Also, FYI, I added a few more pictures to the Picture Fetish tab. :)

….and that concludes this evening’s announcements!

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“I like my coffee black just like my metal.”

Posted on August 29, 2010 by Kitty

I wish I had something fucking sexy to write about.

I could write about how I am so very, very happy to have homework. But ya’ll know I’m a nerd and probably knew that anyways. While everyone else in the class was a’groaning at the seven chapter reading assignment and required study guide questions, I was inwardly grinning like an idiot and contemplating whether to handwrite or type. (Just for the record I decided to handwrite first and then type to help the info sink in better.) I’ve read about tribes in Borneo, considered just what a historian does, and started reading the Malleus Maleficarum. Heaven.

I could tell you that my baby starts kindergarten tomorrow and I think I may just cry over it. We’ve got her Tinkerbelle backpack all packed with school supplies. Her school clothes are neatly washed and folded and ready for her to peruse tomorrow morning. She’s happy to start school though so I can’t afford any teary-eyed crap with her around. I want her to love school as much as I do. She’s just about able to read. We’re working on word recognition and rhyming ability at home. She’s right on the edge.

Anything sexy though? Nope.

Master’s boy part is healing well and he’s very happy to give me the most random updates. “Hey! I had an erection and it didn’t hurt!” (When I asked if that meant we could fool around a bit I was turned down.) Last night as we tried to pick a netflix movie, all my choices were too sexy for him. Oh come on…he’s taken away my sex, he’s taken his hands off me, and now he’s taking away my ability to even enjoy through visual stimulation? LOL.

Even my friend the detachable showerhead is no longer doing much but adding fuel to the fire.

Imma explode soon. Spontaneous human combustion isn’t a myth…it’s from too much repressed sexual energy. Master’s going to wake up to a crater in the side of the bed with only my foot smoking at the edge of the hole. Hehehe. He promised to “clean out the cobwebs” tonight, though since it hasn’t been the required wait time, I’m not sure what we’ll do. I resent…or prehaps represent….the cobwebs comment though. It’s all his fault. :) :) :)

Song for the day cause it kinda fits…plus MSI is just badass. :) This is one of the bands Master and I first bonded over….

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Visions of Harem Girls.

Posted on August 27, 2010 by Kitty

I went to Barnes and Nobles today.

I shouldn’t go to Barnes and Nobles. It’s a disease I have. All those delicious stories and facts resting against eachother waiting for a home. The smell of the espresso, the clever displays. It’s a haven for me. A place to get lost for awhile. A place to find treasures.

Well today, under the excuse of buying a study guide for the PRAXIS test that I have to actually start thinking about taking, I found one of those treasures. I brought it home, sat down, and read it in about 4 hours. I would have read it faster but daughter child had been promised our weekly date night of Barbie movies and ice cream.

I had heard about the book on ErosBlog (link on my blogroll) and remembered being interested. I wandered the biography section, trying to remember the name, the author, anything besides the fact that it was about a harem girl. Like magic, it appeared, one lonely copy tucked against the wall.

The book is Some Girls: My Life in a Harem by Jillian Lauren.

I couldn’t put it down. It was my fantasy that had been someone else’s reality…only the reality was not minced into pretty words and subtle lies. It was like when I read Prozac Nation for the first time and realized that my demons were never going away and I could embrace them or disappear in them. The book moved me to answer questions about myself.

To be a nameless concubine in a prince’s harem? To be led off to some bedroom that’s kept solely for sex and pleasure? To know that even though you put yourself in the situation, you’re not really in control? To realize that you’re what people elsewhere despise? God, that’s the kind of stuff I think about when I let my mind wander into fantasy-land. Lauren did it, did it well, did it not so well, and went back to do it again.

I love that Lauren is a proudly tattooed, self aware mother now and has taken her darkest secrets and turned them into scars she can be proud of. I think it’s great that she’s the wife of a bassist in a band I adore. I know I’m going to re-read that book immediately.

There’s been a number of books that have altered the way I think about things in life. The first one was Walk Two Moons. It was the first book that made me cry. This book is the next number on that list. The stress headache I’ve given myself from reading too fast and too long is so, so worth it.

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Warning: a pierced penis = an unhappy man.

Posted on August 26, 2010 by Kitty

Having a Master with four newly acquired holes in his penis makes for an interesting evening.

Grouchy doesn’t begin to cover it.

Irritated doesn’t begin to cover it.

Whiny Grumbly doesn’t begin to cover it.

No one said I’d have to give up sex AND deal with a nasty feeling, irritable Domly creature.

It’s beautiful though….I can’t wait to lick it.

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Body Mods, Body Mods, Everywhere!

Posted on August 25, 2010 by Kitty

Master: “I want to go get a ladder done today.”

Me: “As in the penis piercing ladder?”

Master: “Yup. I’m thinking two to start.”

Me: *blink blink* “You’ve never mentioned wanting to do that before.”

Master: “Yes, I have, you just weren’t paying attention. I’ll be back in awhile.”

Is everyone aware of what a frenum ladder aka jacob’s ladder is? Ok good. If you don’t, it’s called google. Use it. ;)

Now I am so not anti-piercing. I am actually quite pro-piercing. If you want to do it, go for it. It’s fun. It hurts and then you have some neat jewelry in there afterwards. I have lots of piercings I’d like to get done. I plan on getting some of them someday. I’ve had my nipples pierced twice, my tongue, my tragus, my hood, labias, etc. pierced. Obviously not anti-piercing.

So what’s my small giantic fucking problem? Well, you’re going to laugh when you read it.

No sex for at least 2 weeks. *sob*

I know, I know, that’s not so long. It just seems a lot longer looming before me. I’m sure there’s some slave manners manual I’m totally disregarding, too. Oh well. I needs to haz secks. Nymphomanic? Probably.

I must say however, that I am super excited for Master. I think it’s kind of awesome that he had the balls of steel to get that particular set of piercings done. He just called me awhile ago, sounding like he just rode some awesome theme park ride, buzzing on adrenaline and endorphins. He said it hurt less than his lip when he got that done. It makes me want piercings downstairs again. I think they’re neat.

I’m hoping the lack of sex makes him impish or devious. Perhaps I’ll get some of the side effects of repressed sexual urges in the forms of other fun stuffs. As it is, my ass was bloodied and bruised earlier…he put on vampire gloves to spank me. Those damn gloves are my best frienemy in the world. I swear. Love to hate. After that we fucked like it was our last day alive together.

I will also see the silver lining in this situation: I don’t have to suck any cock for awhile. *smirk* That’s damn near unheard of! I almost feel as if I’m on a vacation…well….that’s not true….I’d be having sex on vacation…

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The New Tattoo of Wonder…..

Posted on August 22, 2010 by Kitty

Here it is. My new tattoo. I think it’s fantastic. Gorgeous.

Painful.

It took 5 hours of tattooing to get this far. Two smoke breaks and various lookings in the mirror, but other than that, I was in that chair, and he was tattooing. He used ten different shades of black to white to achieve the contrasts. No outline, just shading. There’s  still a bit left to do, as well as touch up stuffs, but ZOMG, I love this tattoo.

See where the “I” and the “F” in found are at? That was the worst part. My teeth clenched, my eyes watered, and I could feel the bzzzzzt of the needle hitting bone. Sternum. Ouch. As it’s healing, it feels like a nasty sunburn….complete with radiating heat. I’m being a good lil girl though and keeping it clean, keeping it hydrated. I haven’t yet decided if the smokey swirls left to do will be in purple or grey. I’m thinking purple. Maybe both.

The point of the valerian flower has a few meanings. The most important one though is to represent Valerian House in the Kushiel novels….a house which worships the act of love with the act of receiving pain. Very apt in my case. The quote is from the second triliogy, Kushiel’s Justice, written by Jacqueline Carey. It’s said by Joscelin, one of my favorite characters. So yes, it’s a geek tattoo. However, it’s my way of saying to the world, and quite boldly to those who have read the books, that I am what I am and I don’t believe it’s bad or perverted or sick.

It’s a goal I’m estatic about reaching. Now if I can just get rid of the ouchy sunburn feeling.

(For those of you interested in the tattoo artist, email me. I’m happy to give out his name, I just didn’t think it was courteous to attach the shop’s name to a sexy blog. hee.)

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3 days of marathon sex for 3 years of marriage part 3.

Posted on August 20, 2010 by Kitty

4 times in one day.

4 fucking times of fucking.

Perhaps that would be orgasmi-amazing on any other day, but after two other days of the same, I’m about to fall over dead.

Happily dead, but dead nonetheless.

My favorite time yesterday would have been with the vampire gloves. Over and over and over. He couldn’t go for my chest cause I had a tattoo appointment, but my ass and thighs are raw hamburger. Between my legs feels like a battlefield.

I think I need three days of celibacy to recover, but Oh-Em-Gee was it worth it.

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We interrupt your regularly scheduled program…

Posted on August 19, 2010 by Kitty

…to announce that I am getting a tattoo tomorrow. I just realized what day it is.

Bitchin’.

Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt.

Gah, is there any better sound in the world?

Ok, I can think of a few….but SQUEE!

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3 days of marathon sex for 3 years of marriage part 2.2

Posted on August 19, 2010 by Kitty

Ok, I have a break. Whew.

All I have to say is the bathtub was like a god send. I got to watch tv while I was floating like a starfish in the BATHTUB. It had it’s own room. It had jets. It filled up from the bottom. It took a good half an hour to fill up actually…. I give you…the bath tub that will be my new fantasy forever. ;)

Master said it was orgy sized. I couldn’t tell if he was filing that thought away for another day or he was in awe like I was.

We got to the room, got in the tub, and well…you can guess what happened. Hehehe. Although, why is it that water makes you, ahem, dry? He’d get going to town and hit things just right and it’d feel like stuff was tearing in there. It couldn’t be because of the marathon-ness could it? Nope, I refuse to believe that my body could do that to me when I was in such an awesome bathtub.

Also, you know how I know it’s a special occasion in my life? Master actually went down on me. More than once. It happens so rarely now that it almost skeeves me out. Dating girls has given me a healthy appreciation for getting a woman off with one’s mouth. I used to love being on the receiving end of it. Now? Nuh-uh. Yeah, it feels fantastic, but that’s my job damnit! No Master, NOoooooOoo! *snicker*

The tub also had built in liberator-like humps in the sides, perfect for leaning tired slavegirls up against when their arms are shaking so bad they can’t keep themselves up any longer. God, we must have fucked in that tub for an hour. I kept wondering in the back of my head that he was going to start holding my head under the water…ahh wishful thinking on my part. I told him so afterwards and his eyes lit up, but we needed sustenance and liquids or we were going to die.

The bed was also perfect, huge, and fluffly magic.  We made good use of that as well. We splurged and bought an in-room movie. We had breakfast in bed. We silently sobbed as we left to come home…

….ok maybe that was just me.

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