Dropping the Ball

I’ve really dropped the ball.  Why is it a few days after a really good intense scene, when everything feels right in the world and you’re floating on cloud 9 that everything then falls apart?  Maybe it’s just me.  I showed my ass yesterday and not in a good way.

It’s understood and accepted that as slaves we get all the grunt work.  Generally I get off on knowing that I have chores to complete or else, but yesterday I felt put-upon and resentful.  I got frustrated that all my hard work around the house seemed to go unnoticed and I adopted this “entitled” attitude like Daddy owed me some kind of gratitude for all that I do around here.  I was acting like a royal bitch -  slamming stuff, stomping my feet, huffing and puffing, etc.  Not good.  I wish I could just operate under his command like a mindless robot, do as I’m told and stop over-thinking stuff, but unfortunately I’m human and therefore fuck up. 

He let me carry on until I had enough rope to hang myself with, then he had to go to work and said he’d deal with me later when he got home.  Yeah, I started back pedaling then.  I apologized several times before he left the house, but all I got was that “I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work” look.  I even called him at work to apologize, but still got the same response - “I’ll deal with you when I get home.”  Crap.  I’ve done it now, good going smart-ass.

When Daddy came home, I was excited to see him and then again I wasn’t.  While we were eating dinner he told me what my punishment would be and I lost my appetite upon hearing the news.  I got my face slapped several times as a reminder to either shut the fuck up or find a more respectful way to discuss what I’m feeling with him.  I received 40 lashes with his belt across my already bruised ass and I lost the privilege of sleeping in the bed next to him.  Until further notice, I’m now sleeping on the floor at his feet.  I balked at this and told him I thought he was being unfair.  Seriously, when the hell WILL I learn to shut-up and just accept what I’m told???  He reminded me that I have nothing except what he allows and that everything is a privilege.  Sleep is a privilege, eating is a privilege, etc.  I said I was tired and asked to lay down on my mat to go to sleep.  Honestly, I was still licking my wounds and I’m sure he knew that.  In the middle of the night, Daddy woke me up by flipping me over from my tummy to my back and started roughly fingering my pussy almost like he going to fist me.  I started sobbing and he pulled out his cock and shoved it in my mouth.  He told me again that sleep was a privilege and that I don’t get to do anything or have anything without his permission.  Then he told me to beg him to stop.  I was crying and pleading for him to stop.  He did, but not before telling me that if I ever pull this defiant crap on him again, it will be my ass that gets fisted next time.  Gulp. 

Boobies In Peril Part 2

We had a blast Saturday night!  I LOVE play time (who doesn’t) and Daddy had something very evil in store for me.  We’ve talked about nailing my nipples to a board and as a belated birthday gift he decided it was time to do it.  *big grin*

 

 

He started with beating my ass until I was crying and flying high on endorphins

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here it is - the money shot!  My nipples nailed to a board *grins*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A close up of his handy-work

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Same shot different boob lol

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can see the puncture marks the nails left - taking the nails out hurt like a BITCH!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the board he used with my tears all over it.  I was physically shaking and he held me until I calmed down.  You can kinda sorta see the holes in it the nails left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We didn’t notice it until after the after-care, but when taking the nails out some blood splattered on the wall. *grins*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These were the nails he used, picture is kinda blurry because I was still kinda shaking. 

 

 

This is a piercing we did after I had completely recovered from the nipple torture - I cried when I looked in the mirror and saw this because it was just sooo beautiful. *smiles*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another picture of it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is after the needles were taken out, the blood was running and a couple of them bleed so good that it dripped off my arm onto my leg - I was really lovin that!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Needless to say - we had a damn good time!! *smiles*

 

 

Just Curious

There is something that’s been weighing on my mind for awhile about some BDSM relationships and this is not a knock on anyone, but it is something I don’t understand.  I’m going to write this from a female sub/slave and a male dominant stand point, but insert whatever gender roles work for you.

I don’t understand how a woman can be married to one man, but then serve another.  How does that work?  How can you be one man’s wife and another man’s slave?  Does the husband know about his wife’s Master?  Is he hurt by it or does he just not care anymore?  How can she claim to love her husband, but then claim to also love and adore her Master?  What if he said “Leave your husband”  would she just toss her husband under the bus like that?  If you can’t get what you need or want from your spouse, then why stay married?  I’m thinking they stay married because of the kids, money and other obligations, but isn’t that all just a cop-out?  Having your cake and eating it too.

I’m not judging anyone and I’m not saying that what they are doing is wrong, I just know that I could never do it.  Daddy and I did not come into our relationship as Master/slave.  We were married 8 years before I discovered BDSM and realized who I was.  I was afraid he’d think I was sick and talking to him about it was very difficult.  To my happy surprise he admitted to having fantasies of tying me up, beating me, etc….  Had he not been into it, I would have tried to shelve my kinky side until it all got to be too much to bear and then I would’ve said I wanted a divorce.  I really believe that once that light switch is flipped on - it can’t be turned off. 

I guess that’s my big question - why stay married if you’re essentially just going to cheat on your spouse?  I would love to hear from anyone that’s in this type of relationship, maybe try to understand why.  Let me reiterate that I’m NOT judging anyone for how they live their life, I’m just curious how it all works out for everyone involved, especially the spouse. 

Birthday

Today is my birthday and I am officially 32 years old.  I’m feeling old too. lol  Birthdays just suck now.  They were sooo much fun as a child with all the parties and presents, but after the big ones 16, 18, 21 what’s the point of keeping score of how old you are?  The turning point for me was 25 - that was my last “good” birthday.  That was the day I realized that I would be 26 the next year and then 27, 28…. I was rapidly approaching 30 and that’s a depressing realization.  Remember when you were young and 30 seemed ancient? lol  Yes I know being in your 30’s isn’t old, but c’mon, there isn’t a person out there that hasn’t gotten depressed over a birthday or two.  It makes you realize that the clock is ticking and every year you just get older and older and older…….

If you haven’t read Mikayla’s blog “Wicked Bed” you should.  I would create a link to it, but I don’t know how. lol  She did a hilarious post about how to tell when you’re too old for sex.  It cracked me up and made my day. *smiles* 

Daddy bought me George A Romero’s “Diary of the Dead” for my birthday.  Hell yes!!  Romero is a visionary genius - he is the man!!  We’re going to watch the movie and I’ll post more later when I have more time. *smiles*

Rough Sex

Daddy attached the leash to my collar and had me down on my hands and knees crawling down the hallway while he was behind me, kicking me over, pulling on the leash and laughing at me every chance he got.  There’s something so humbling about being attached to a leash while crawling around on all fours to me, it makes me feel so degraded and inferior.  Then to have him kick me, watch me fall over, laugh at me (because my collar is now choking me) and then get back up and do it over and over again - it was a fresh new form of humility to me and I loved it, every second of it.  It feels so wonderful to feel so small.

When we got to the living room, Daddy took me by surprise and started punching my back.  Over and over, punch after punch until it felt like I couldn’t breathe.  Then he tied my hands behind my back, bent me over the couch and beat my ass with his belt until I was begging him to stop.  Daddy ignored my pleas and kept going.  I couldn’t stand the pain any more and started sobbing.  I thought for sure now that I was bawling he’d have mercy on me.  Nope.  He kept going.  My mind was gone, I was nothing more than a blubbering mess so I don’t know how long the beating lasted or when he mounted me, but I do remember that suddenly he was fucking me.  Bent over the couch, taking me from behind and then filling my pussy full of his cum.  When he was done, Daddy held me for a little while until I came back down. 

I was flying high! Felt ggggreat! Then Daddy reminded me that I hadn’t gotten off yet…can’t believe that even the thought of having an orgasm had escaped my mind.  I figured maybe the rabbit or some-other toy, but then I saw Daddy hold up his arm and make a fist at me.  I was on cloud 9 - Hell ya!!  I was more than eager than to spread my legs open for him.  I do love a good fisting!! *grins*  Entry is always the hard part (especially when there’s no lube except for the lube I make) but once Daddy’s fist has completely filled my pussy, he’s fucking me with it like there’s no tomorrow and I have an orgasm so intense my stomach cramps - fisting is nirvana.  “Heaven on an arm” to quote a friend. *smiles*

Daddy had a whole weekend of fun things planned out, but then something funny happened.  After Daddy finished fisting me - I started my period for real. *pouts* lol

Have You Ever….

01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula.
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said ‘I love you’ and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars
21. Changed a baby’s diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse
30. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
31. Asked out a stranger
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
40. Seen a total eclipse
41. Ridden a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job for all accounts
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
53. Had amazing friends
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign
57. Backpacked in Europe
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice
61. Midnight walk on the beach
62. Sky diving
63. Visited Ireland
64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Benchpressed your own weight
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke
72. Lounged around in bed all day
73. Posed nude in front of strangers
74. Scuba diving
75. Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theater
80. Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it
81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog.
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better
84. Started a business
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
86. Toured ancient sites
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Sword fought for the honor of a woman
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
90. Gotten engaged
91. Been in a movie
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
95. Gotten married
96. Had sex at the office
97. Gone without food for 5 days
98. Made cookies from scratch
99. Won first prize in a costume contest
100. Ridden a gondola in Venice
101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Gotten divorced
104. Been on television news programs as an “expert”                                                                        105. Got flowers for no reason
106. Masturbated in a public place
107. Got so drunk you don’t remember anything
108. Taken illegal drugs
109. Performed on stage
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Siouxsie live
116. Bought a house
117. Been in a combat zone
118. Buried one/both of your parents
119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off
120. Been on a cruise ship
121. Spoken more than one language fluently
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
123. Bounced a check
124. Performed in Rocky Horror
125. Read - and understood - your credit report
126. Raised children < current
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congress person
133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
134. …more than once? - More than thrice?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
137. Had an abortion or your female partner did
138. Had plastic surgery
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
140. Wrote articles for a large publication
141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Petted a stingray
145. Broken someone’s heart
146. Helped an animal give birth
147. Been fired or laid off from a job
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone
150. Killed a human being - I had an abortion as a teenager
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Ridden a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Ridden a horse
158. Had major surgery
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet
161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground
169. Been a sperm or egg donor
170. Eaten sushi
171. Had your picture in the newspaper
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for their actions
175. Gone back to school
176. Parasailed
177. Changed your name
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad
181. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read,
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196. Dyed your hair
197: Been a DJ
198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal
199: Written your own role playing game
200: Been arrested

 

 

Fisting

My meds have kicked in and we’ve finally gotten back to the fun stuff - Whoo Hoo!! Like the title suggests, you can pretty much tell what we’ve been up to. *big grin*

I LOVE fisting! There’s just something about having a fist/forearm shoved up your pussy.  Cunt Kabob.  *smiles*  It kinda feels like reverse childbirth at first, but once that fist is inside you - OMG!!  The pleasure is just indescribable!!  It’s like the biggest cock ever and you can really get down and grind on it!!  LOVE IT!

  Last night I rented “Dead Birds” (the box looked cool and it suckered me in) the movie is a straight-to-video piece of shit.  It never made any sense, I hate movies that end and you’re like WTF?  Anyway, during the movie, we had been flirting with each-other.  An ass slap there, nipple tweak here, and I’d rub his cock every so often til it just started to get hard and then stop.  When the movie was over, it was already 2am so we headed off to bed.  I figured we’d fuck and go to sleep….nope.  Before we got to our bedroom, Daddy grabbed me and slammed me up against the wall.  He put his hands on my breasts and tortured my nipples, my head started swirling so it gets kinda fuzzy from here. lol  We got in bed and I assumed my position for him to fuck me and he said no…he wanted to fist me.  YAY!!  It’s been awhile and I was a little nervous, but my pussy just opened up and swallowed his fist and arm like a champ.  My eyes instantly rolled to the back of my head - it was pure Heaven.  This was with no lube too, just my pussy juices greasing the way.  I love the way Daddy pounds my pussy with his fist.  I like to fuck it like it’s the biggest cock ever, ride on it, grind on it and have wild, screaming orgasms! *big grin*  I had somewhat recovered and I started rubbing and sucking on Daddy’s cock.  He lead the way by grabbing my hair and controlling the speed and direction.  After he came, we cuddled and fell asleep so fucking satisfied. *smiles*  

We flirted with each-other some more all morning and in the afternoon while the kids took a nap, we headed off to the bedroom to play again! *big grin*  Daddy became very aggressive, he twisted and yanked on my nipples until it felt like he was trying to rip them off and of-course my squirming and trying to get away from him didn’t help. lol  Then he started slapping my face - not little smacks, but a full on, head turning whacks.  While slapping me he said “You like this don’t you - you just eat this shit up, you fucking slut.”  I’m a total word whore and my pussy turned into Niagara Falls after he said that. *grins*   He spread my legs apart and dove inside.  Daddy enters me with his fist the same way he enters me with his cock - he doesn’t take it slow and easy! lol He pummelled the hell out of my pussy and then laid one of the vibrators on my clit until I had a hard, intense orgasm.  When he pulled his fist out of me, there was some blood on his hand.  He thought I had started my period and it kinda freaked him out.  We don’t play (vaginally) during that time of the month.  I know - we have a blood fetish so you’d think we would, but menstrual blood just creeps us out.  I think it’s because menstrual blood isn’t pure, it has all kinds of other junk in with it and therefore it doesn’t interest us.  I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation - the look on Daddy’s face was priceless!  Unfortunately, that little surprise killed Daddy’s hard-on so after he washed his hands (probably 5 times lol) we cuddled and talked for a bit. 

Later on after the kids woke up and therefore we had to get up too….damn it. lol  I checked myself and got to tell Daddy that it wasn’t my period - it was just a sex injury!!  He started teasing me and said “Your pussy can’t handle it back-to-back like that, guess I need to go easier on her.”  I said, “Bull-shit, she’ll get the fuck over it!”  It made Daddy smile and laugh.  *smiles*

Where It Stops Nobody Knows

I know alot of people come to a BDSM blog to read about all the kinky stuff and look at pictures and I promise to get back to that soon, but I’ve just been going through something and our kinky sex life has been on the back burner. 

 We kinda went over budget this month and didn’t have enough money left over to get one of my meds, I thought I’d be ok going a week without it until Daddy got paid again, but I was soooo wrong.  Lesson learned here, the meds leave my system quickly and it doesn’t take long to fall completely apart, so for now on, we’ll definitely make sure to put the money aside to buy the pills. 

 I’m sure people are getting tired of hearing about the bipolar stuff and when I started this blog I wasn’t going to mention being bipolar at all, but then I realized this blog is about us and our lives and unfortunately, my bipolar disorder is a part of our lives.  If someone else can relate to what I write, then that’s great and I really hope it helps them and if not, then this is just a glimpse into some of the struggles we face in our M/s relationship.  It’s not all bondage, beatings and blood.

Daddy got paid yesterday and I got my pills.  Soon I should be “regulated” again and we can get back to the fun stuff.  In my last post I had said it was a horrible day and I hoped to never have one like it again, but sadly yesterday was worse.  I’m going to spare everyone the ugly details, but lets just say submission went right out the window and I said some mean, vile and terrible things to Daddy.  At one point I saw him clench his fist and his arm stiffened and I know he wanted to knock my ass out, but he didn’t.  Talk about having self-control.  Later on after my light-switch had flipped again, he told me to be glad I wasn’t a man or he would’ve decked me.  I swear I don’t do this crap on purpose.  I don’t want this warfare between us and know that I’m the reason why.  I wish I had his self-control and could shut the fuck up sometimes.  I don’t know how many people reading this have seen the movie “Juno”, but if you haven’t you should because it’s amazing!!  There is a song playing when she goes into labor and part of the chorus sums up exactly how I feel “tell you that I love you then I’ll tear your world apart - just pretend I didn’t tear your world apart.”  I hate that I do that to him sometimes, but he always forgives me and for that I’m eternally grateful.  I’ll be glad when the medication is fully working again and things can get back to normal.

Around and Around We Go

Oh Lord, today was a doosey.  Instead of a having a bipolar episode - I had a bipolar day.  Mood swings galore.  Daddy did what he could to help me through it, but really there isn’t anything anyone can do - I just have to go through it and wait for a calmer mood swing to come along.  It’s hell to be trapped screaming inside your own mind with no relief in sight. 

The medications help alot, but they aren’t a cure.  On occasion, like today, I still cycle rapidly and go through periods of major aggression and then the pendulum swings and I’m calm and docile again.  It’s literally like being two different people - Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde.  I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again, I would not wish this nightmare on even my worst enemy.  I wish they did brain transplants because I want a new one. lol  I want one that doesn’t have faulty wiring in it.  The Drs. don’t know what to do for it, they give me pills, pills and more pills and when the dosage no longer seems effective, they just up it or try me on something else. 

Daddy wasn’t here for the major breakdown I had and I wish he had been because he’s always a calming influence on me.  Even when I’m aggressive, Daddy is still a safe haven.  To continually put up with it, I know he loves me.  Some say love is the death of a M/s or D/s relationship and to an extent I can see their point.  It probably would be easier for the Master to push harder in scenes and go further with the pain if they didn’t really have much of an emotional investment in their slave or sub.  Personally, I’m glad he loves me as much as he does.  I feel safer and more secure - especially during a bipolar episode.  I know that if I were with a Master that didn’t really love me, I’d have a major episode like today where my emotions were running wild and I’m feeling not very submissive and oh so aggressive and he’d cut me loose.  I couldn’t deal with that.  I need the love.  I need to know that I’m his no matter what.

Anyway, back to my major episode.  Daddy was at work and I was here with the kids.  Bipolar mood swings, hyper-active 3 year old and fussy teething infant DO NOT mix well together.  I snapped at my kids alot all day long.  I got really frustrated when I couldn’t get the baby to eat her baby food and before I even knew what I was doing - I threw the food across the room and it splattered all over the wall and floor.  I felt immediately guilty for losing it in front of my kids and of course I was angry at myself for not maintaining control, but that’s what they mean by lack of impulse control.  I also wasn’t happy that I now had a huge mess to clean up, but it was my own damn fault for throwing food in the first place.

Later on the kids and I were running errands and I felt a bad one coming on.  I hate driving while having an episode, it has the possibility of becoming a dangerous situation.  It’s not good to be overly aggressive behind the wheel of a car going 50mph down the highway.  A car in front of me started slowing down to turn, but instead of getting over onto the shoulder and out of the way, they just damn near came to stop on the highway to turn.  I lost it.  I swerved into the other lane, laid on the horn, flipped them off and was yelling obscenities.  I had my kids in the car.  Not good. 

Another good example of how night and day different a bipolar episode can make me - yesterday Daddy sent me to the grocery store wearing a shirt that showed off the scars on my chest.  The cashier noticed and I was embarrassed, but thrilled.  Now, had I been having a bipolar episode, I would have taken her staring at my chest like that as an aggressive act and I would have probably said something like “What?  You got a fucking a problem?  You want to fucking say something to me…….”  You get the point.  Night and Day. 

I hope to one day get it all under control and never have a day like this one again.

Rolling Right Along

Daddy sent me to the grocery store this morning wearing a low cut tank top that did nothing to hide the word carvings I have on my chest.  Walking around, the only thing I could think of was that the whole store could see the words “cum dumpster”, “whore” and “bitch” prominently displayed right above my tits.  It was exhilarating and embarrassing at the same time.  No one in the store seemed to notice until I got to the check out lane.  The cashier noticed immediatly and I’m pretty sure I started blushing because it got awfully hot in there all of a sudden. lol  She made the usual small talk of “Hi, how are you?” all while staring right at my chest.  This is the same grocery store I always go to and I’ve been through her lane before and she’s usually very bubbly and friendly, but not today.  I think I might have offended someone…..yay!  She was all business, no smiling, no nothing, her eyes only met mine once or twice.  For the most part, she was scanning items and studying the words on my chest. lol  (I have pink high-lights in my hair, hard to tell in the pics, but I do) I came home and told Daddy that I was pretty sure everyone at Food City would be talking about me now…..”you know that chick with the pink hair that comes in here all the time…she’s got scars on her chest that say “cum dumpster”, “whore” and “bitch”!”  Not very scandalous, but it is for this small conservative town and I’m loving it!  I can’t wait to go back in there, hope that particular cashier is working that day too. lol

Other than that, not much has being going on around here.  Daddy and I got the opportunity to “storm the beach” before he had to get ready to go to work.  He motioned for me to go to the bedroom and once there I stripped all my clothes off and laid down on the bed.  Daddy didn’t waste any time, he mounted me and started pounding me into the mattress - God it felt sooo good, I wish we could’ve had more time.  It was quick, but wonderful and anytime I get to please Daddy is a good time to me.  *smiles*

Later on, I was talking to my friend Amanda on the phone.  She’s an incredibly open-minded person, she knows all about our lifestyle because we’ve talked about it at great length, but she herself has no interest in it at all.  I was telling her about how my bathing in blood fantasy was going to be remaining just a fantasy and she said something to the effect of “Don’t do that!  Don’t let your dream die just because finding a way to make it happen seems impossible.  I’ll help you figure it out and if you want, you can use some of my blood too.”  I damn near cried.  I couldn’t believe that here she was brainstorming ways we could make this thing work and offering to let me draw some of her blood to use with mine in an attempt to make my fantasy a reality.  Now THAT’S a friend.  She’s one of the so-called dreaded, evil, icky “vanilla” people (sarcasm) and she’s more open-minded than some kinky people.  I seriously doubt I will take her up on her more than generous offer, but I do credit her with resurrecting my dream.  *smiles*