- Master named our new toy "Thud." For the record, I present this information without comment.
- We fooled around last night, and after He brought me to orgasm, He came all over my face. A good time was had by all.
- Our toy box, which is literally a cardboard box, has exploded all over our closet and I need to clean it up and organize it. I'm putting this here so that I will, in fact, clean it up and organize it. (It exploded quite a while ago...)
- The other morning, early, Master curled up next to me in bed, ran His hands over and around my curves for a while, then said, "You are a good little slave girl." Best. Compliment. Ever.
- I am going to get my hair cut. Master gave His blessing, and I want to cut off about 12-15 inches. Now I just need to work up the courage to walk into a salon and get it done. Yes, yes, I have issues with someone cutting my hair, but I am going to do it. Maybe next week...
- I need a beating. It won't happen today, but maybe tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow would be good. No, this is not topping from the bottom, I mean really, I would never...
- Okay, maybe I would, and maybe it is topping from the bottom. Or is it? Perhaps I should ask Master what He thinks.
- I'm hungry. I'd also like more coffee, but that's probably a bad idea since I've already had two cups.
- This is the last bullet. I will leave you with this photo of Thud. It's a little more of a close-up, so you can see what the nylon mesh covering looks like.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Bite the Bullet...
This is a bullet post, because I have lots of little, unconnected thoughts floating around in my brain.