Sunday, July 16, 2006

... the love you take...

I've read that the average life span for a blog is two months, so I guess I'm average. Yay me! It's certainly better than "less than average."

I started this blog because I felt I needed an outlet to process stuff. My relationships are a little outside the norm, and they aren't suitable to discuss with friends. As a person who talks through things (or writes through them in this case), I thought this would be a good outlet to simply talk about the things rumbling around up there in my head. And it's served its purpose to some extent. It's also served to cause some hurt feelings in my relationships and that's no good.

So I'm ending this blog. I have relationships with two really great men. And I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that.

I want to thank you for reading, commenting and emailing. I have enjoyed getting to know some like-minded folks in the blogging world and your advice and words of kindness mean more than you know.

Take good care...
DC equal to the love you make.


Wednesday, July 12, 2006

It went zip when it moved and pop when it stopped

I got a new toy! It's like Christmas all over again. I can't wait! Thanks, Bonnie, for the inspiration. The couple of swats I've tried on the palm of my hand have proven to be more substantial than one would gather from a first look.


Thursday, July 06, 2006

I'm in need of some restraint

Any afternoon that starts with me spending copious amounts of time licking and sucking B’s toes is a good afternoon. The look of contentment on his face while I’m doing this is priceless.

After what had felt like and eternity, B and I got to spend some quality time together. He tried out the tawse he got for his birthday. I was really hoping to have some bruising or at least some markings on my ass with that cool shape. "It’d look like you’d been licked by Satan’s tongue." Wouldn’t it, though? This is a mean and unforgiving implement. The picture doesn’t really convey that too well. I can’t wait to feel it again! I did end up with some bruising in some very interesting places, though.

I found myself bound between two posts. He’d pulled my hair back and attached something to it. That something was attached to the posts. I couldn’t tell what "that something" was, but I could tell it hurt like hell to move my head. Even flipping through my mental Rolodex of items in the vicinity that could possibly be used, I came up with nothing. My hands were not bound at all, which presented a different sort of challenge.

He moved my legs apart which pulled my hair even harder. A clothespin was attached to each of my labia. The clothespins were attached to the posts, causing me to be spread open. But there was some give in the bindings and it was unlike anything I remember experiencing before. Next came the spanking, paddling, beating. And every whack seemed to be forceful enough to make me jump. Every jump was like a fist pulling my hair and two hands yanking on the clothespins. Pain was everywhere at once. It was very intense.

After it was over and I saw what the mysterious bindings were, it made perfect sense: bungee cords. He’d used a bungee cord as a ponytail holder! The man is creative.

Ahh… good times.

This entry is apparently plagued by some demon. Maybe it’s Satan getting me back for talking about his tongue, but as I finished fine tuning it last night, the power went out and I lost it. Yes, I save early and often, but I guess this one ended up in the abyss. So I’m going to run with this abbreviated version and move on.