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Whew! Well, that was a depressing entry, wasn’t it? Never fear, I’m still the kinky perverted chick you’ve all come to know and worship. 😉 It’s about time to move on to much more amusing things! Luckily, just through my regular browsing du jour, I came across several lovely finds to share with all of you: Dungeonbeds.com has really, really spectacular-looking bondage...

Ran across an interesting set of lecture notes from a BDSM talk. While there are things in here I both agree with and disagree with, this resonated enough to want to share: THE FANTASY: Every dominant, everywhere, must always be addressed deferentially as “Sir” (or “Ma’am,” if she is female), and possibly, obeyed as you would obey someone who actually owns you. THE...

It’s dark and stormy outside right now. God, I love thunderstorms. They make me feel wild and sexy and unrestrained. It makes me want dark and dangerous things. All that power. It makes me shiver. I miss many things about my time spent playing with BDSM, but one of the losses I’ve felt most keenly, particularly of late, is the feeling of being mastered. Mastered by someone who knows...

DeeGee Girl wrote recently: He laid me on the bed and ran his hands across my body. “I need to fuck your ass,” he said quietly. There was no preamble. No foreplay. But I was so turned on by the prospect that I leaned on my side and waited for him to lube himself up. She goes on to write about a wonderfully decadent time had by all, with just the right touch of D/s to make my toes curl...

Just in time for the holidays, I ran across the McCall Girl website, with a lovely holiday song called S&M Christmas. An excerpt: Each time that I spank you, I expect a “Please” and “Thank you” or the ‘safe words’ we made up they won’t mean a thing. Now take down the decorations and hang the swing! I want leg restraints and lubricants; a ball gag;...

First, thanks to all who wished me a happy birthday. It went very pleasantly, surrounded by good friends and family. And now life resumes its normal course. You know, if there’s been one thing my ‘nilla friends have said to me over the years, its this – aren’t I afraid I’ll run into somebody I know while trying to meet someone through kinky personals? In a area with...

I haven’t felt very sexy lately. Working two jobs is becoming a burden, and with almost a year to go (if all goes well) before I can quit job #1 and do job #2 full time, it’s beginning to stretch me to my limits. My personal communiques with friends and acquaintances has dropped an alarming amount. What I wouldn’t give for a hand on my head, smoothing my hair, telling me that...

I’ve talked before about my smart-ass nature, and how there’s just this part of me that hopes that some day some man will have had enough of my smart mouth and either back me into a wall and kiss the living daylights out of me or pull me over his lap and give my tush a nice firm spanking. Ran across a quote tonight from Taken in Hand (found via Spanking Blog) that seems to sum up why...

I love my friends. But some of them just don’t understand the whole power play thing. I think they assume that because I enjoy being submissive (er… sometimes, anyway) that it means I’m crawling around on all fours, being humiliated, generally being made to feel like a lesser person. I know it’s not an uncommon assumption. I used to think so too, before I learned about...