I’m sorry for neglecting you followers! Hello to those of you that are new, you naughty nyphos! I love you all :) Here’s a little pre-run cleavage as a peace offering!
I’ve been pretty busy having the kinkiest sex of my life as my boyfriend has slipped into his dominant role so sooo deliciously well.
And I’ve been devoting myself to becoming the fittest and healthiest me that I can be :) (not to mention the sexiest)
I’d like to be a little more toned, but if not, that’s okay by me! I’ve also found myself becoming very attracted to women, and my boyfriend has been helping me and encouraging me to act on it. So we’ll see, shall we?
Uniforms have been on my mind, and the way that we use them. The idea behind clothes, the styles, the tastes, the fashion. Why leather and latex were so prevalent, are still so prevalent, and yet all but disinterest me.
It’s to do with genesis, I know that much. Trend setters have their roles to set, and there’s a good reason that something as tribal as leather and studs became the status quo. It was a way of mutual recognition, and it didn’t hurt that it was so utterly different from the rest, a way to visually recognise fetish over vanilla.
The thing is, that seems like an outdated idea to me. Perhaps that’s a little harsh; it’s not so much outdated as not applicable to me, a concept so rooted in community and society when I’m perfectly happy compartmentalising the two, letting them merge in all the right ways. So that the aesthetics are still the pleasant softness of the vanilla life, but the actions are pure perversion.
So wear lingerie for me, little girl. Dress up in pretty skirts and lovely stockings, put on your Sunday best and I’ll bend you over the piano and hammer out a tune. We’ll figure out a uniform, but it’ll be mine, not some prescribed idea of fetish or kink.
50% of my day is spent thinking about how much i want to be dominated
My daddy has started calling me kitten. I love it. :3
There’s a certain feeling in being treasured, that’s unlike any other ^_^
body paint is a love of mine. There is nothing more beautiful than painting bright colours onto another’s skin. It’s a type of intimacy incomparable to any other. It’s soothing to paint on another, and to be painted on.
During my first year of university, my love and I would cram into my dorm bed together, and nestle into each other. I would put something on our tv that we enjoyed watching, and I would sit on his body, and begin to paint on him. He’d watch his favourite show, while I painted his skin with all of the colours that he made me feel. Bright and vivid purples and oranges, shading in his ribs, his chest, his nipples, his heart. I drew on him aimlessly, with no intention of making sense, I simple watched the paint brush lick his skin with the colours that he inspired.
We took turns doing this. Then we would hold each other close, and revel in destroying our works of art, we would marvel at the collision of colour on our bodies as we kissed and grabbed and touched. I would watch for the imprints of my colours on his skin, on his fingertips. Evidence of rogue desire, and primal instincts.
We would collapse in a heap, knowing that our creations, brief and fleeting as they were, were all the more beautiful for being so.
thatyouknow asked: I obviously don't know the situation and just started following you, but I don't think you should be with someone who tells you to kill yourself. That's not okay. I assure you that there is someone out there who will treat you how you deserve to be treated. Even as a Dom, I would never ever say that to my girlfriend.
Thank you for your kind words, thatyouknow. At the time I was very angry, and it was a very heated argument. We’ve been together for 4 years and have seen the best and absolute worst of each other. I was absolutely livid, and feeling very vulnerable at the time, but he has since been very apologetic and I really couldn’t imagine my life without him.
Oh and consequently, you’re blog is awesome :)
Dear followers, I feel I owe you all an explanation.
I had a pretty bad night the last time I posted, and did a few things I now regret.
The next day, my dom and I and met up for a long talk. He apologized to me, and told me that what he said was a remark made out of anger, and that he knew he shouldn’t of said it.
I broke down and he held me for the longest time. He let me stain his shirt mascara black and stroked my hair as I cried and whimpered. I told him that aspects of our sex life were making my mind unravel, I told him that I was starting to feel unhinged. I told him that I needed his support and not his logic. I told him that I felt like I couldn’t talk to him anymore, and that I felt so alone. I told him about my self harm.
We both talked about ways that I could feel better, and ways that he could help. He told me that he would be more understanding, and he would help me take the steps I needed to, to feel normal again. He made me promise not to ever hurt myself again, and I did. We also talked about how over time, our relationship is becoming so much like friendship, there are certain depths of emotion that we avoid delving into. We will avoid ‘heavy’ topics, and instead joke with each other about everyday life. I told him that I missed being emotional - being vulnerable.
We spoke about a lot of things. We resolved a lot of things too. I really feel like every couple needs to have a big fight every so often. Just to make sure you’re both on the same page.
And if you’re not, for both of you to find a page you both agree on.
i love it when He makes that face….
i love that expression to pieces
I’m a lost little girl again.
with no direction, or protection or hope.
I really appreciate those of you who, despite my many emotional outbursts, still follow me.
Thank you. I love you all.