tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56928335308977449812024-02-19T13:40:36.656-08:00Kinky slave's journey in life and sexUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger156125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-5551250019831829402010-03-03T14:57:00.000-08:002010-03-03T15:08:12.628-08:00ExplainationSo, sorry about the lack in posts the past couple of days. I know a handful of you follow me on twitter, so you'll know that I haven't been feeling well these past couple of days. I've let the blog suffer and I'm sorry about that.<br /><br />Also, I wanted to unveil this when everything was ready, but... My blog is moving. :) I bought my own domain and hosting and everything. I thought that everything would be up and running already, but due to a bit of misinformation I had to restart yesterday. So hopefully by this weekend everything will be up and running. <br /><br />I contemplated about doing jonsbabydoll.com. The domain is available... However, jonsbabydoll is something that doesn't have all the anonymity in the world. It is how I identify myself online almost everywhere. So, in case I need more anonymity in the future, I needed to find a different domain name. <br /><br />So, I thought and thought, and realized that I truly love blogging. I love sharing my life with you readers. All twelve of you. :) [No, it used to be twelve, I am extremely fortunate that my numbers are increasing. Thank you so much for reading] I have gotten emails from people who read my blog, and with each one I am truly touched. <br /><br />So, my new domain is thebloggingslave.com. It fits the very essence of who I am. As of now it is not up yet. So don't worry, I won't leave you behind. Everything will be forwarded there and I'll be excited and everything will be new. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-69440973387584152992010-03-02T16:02:00.000-08:002010-03-02T16:17:16.524-08:00RTT - Books<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/41090000/41099349.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 280px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/41090000/41099349.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Handle-with-Care/Jodi-Picoult/e/9781439156308/?itm=11&USRI=jodi+picoult">Jodi Picoult </a>is an amazing writer. The first book I read of hers was My Sister's Keeper. Due to the fact that I have had a few family members with cancer, I know the terminology really well. She did her research and her characters were real and not just one dimensional. That's what I love about her. Her books continue to have real characters. So that's why she is on this list twice. She's fabulous and I will continue to read everything that she puts out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/49080000/49080977.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 280px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/49080000/49080977.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here's another <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/House-Rules/Jodi-Picoult/e/9780743296434/?itm=1&USRI=jodi+picoult">Picoult book</a>. Since moving in with Daddy I haven't really kept up with her, so I've fallen behind. Bad reader me!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41H0PA30ZQL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41H0PA30ZQL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here's<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Master-Slave-N-T-Morley/dp/0425202690/ref=wl_it_dp_o?ie=UTF8&coliid=I1IFW1W2AXNQ76&colid=Z9UVDXNIWO6S"> one that just looked</a> interesting. I like books that revolve around M/s dynamics. It looks like a good read.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41QR1ZA4Q4L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41QR1ZA4Q4L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I am <a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Goes-School-Sex-Education-Since/dp/0393060896/ref=wl_it_dp_o?ie=UTF8&coliid=I2SYZN9H4CLJC3&colid=Z9UVDXNIWO6S">verrrrrry passionate </a>about sex ed in schools. I will definitely be reading this book, whether I find some library that has it or order it. I think it would be an awesome book to add to my collection. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-42954358991655637622010-03-02T13:15:00.000-08:002010-03-02T14:05:26.370-08:00Doc Johnson's Pleasure Ball ReviewSo, <a href="http://www.sixtyninesecrets.com/pleasure-ball-p-641.html">Doc Johnson's Pleasure Bal</a>l is something that I have been procrastinating on reviewing. I haven't procrastinated on using it, just reviewing it. It's because I think it is slightly strange, which is the exact reason I gave <a href="http://www.sixtyninesecrets.com/index.php">SixtyNineSecrets</a> as to why it would be a great product for review.<br /><br />It's just not the usual kind of vibrator. It is extremely discreet in terms of looks. You could definitely leave this out if company was coming over and no one would think twice. It would be a huge plus if you have roommates, or still live at home with parents, or if you just don't like obvious looking sex toys. It is made of TPR and plastic and is about the size of a softball. The TPR is the lighter color [mine is lavender] and that is where the button is that will turn your ball on and switch it through the vibration speeds. You can use all sorts of lube with this, but I don't really see the need because you aren't inserting this toy. After you are finished using your ball cleaning is easy, just soap and water or toy cleaner. Storage-wise, you can throw this in a drawer or your toy bag without much worry. It doesn't pick up fuzzies or anything [which is a huge plus for me personally].<br /><br />It's also pretty quiet. It is a little bit louder than a cell phone vibrating. If you have some light music or the television playing you wouldn't be able to hear this outside of a closed door. It is on the lower end of medium when it comes to sound.<br /><br />Now onto the good stuff... The vibrations are actually fairly good on this ball. When you turn it on [just a push of the button] the vibrations start out fairly strongly. You push the button again to get it to the second speed. The second speed is what I consider a high medium for most vibrators I've tried. Push the button again to get to the third and final speed. The final speed has some oomph behind it. Press the button once more to turn the ball off.<br /><br />So, now onto the using aspect... This is what was strange. The vibrations are strong, when I am holding the ball in my hand I can feel the vibrations so well. When I am using it for pleasure, it just fails to hit that right spot; at least in the conventional way. I usually masturbate on my back or when sitting in a computer chair [yay internet porn...]. When I tried using my pleasure ball on my back or while sitting it just didn't do anything for me. I couldn't get into it. However, this isn't a regularly shaped vibrator, so I had to change my regularly depended on positions. I sort of straddled the ball, and turned it on the highest vibrations, then scooted down more into a more of a laying down [on my stomach] position. This seemed to be the best position for me. It was slightly strange, and it took a while, but it worked eventually.<br /><br />However, while it may take a while to get off using this, it is great for massages. The vibrations are a bit buzzy for massages, but when you are giving a sensual massage to get your partner in the mood, the type of vibrations rarely matter. The vibrations can be felt through the whole ball, so no matter how you are rolling it, you are getting the vibrations. It is pretty awesome for this.<br /><br />So while I don't think I'll be using it too often for my own pleasure, it definitely adds to the start of sexy twosome pleasure.<br /><br />Oh! And as a side note, this is completely waterproof. So splish splash, have some fun in the bath! Water fun just isn't my thing, so this isn't my cuppa tea for that, but if you adore playing in the tub or shower, this is water approved! <br /><br />So, head on over to <a href="http://www.sixtyninesecrets.com/index.php">SixtyNineSecrets</a> to pick one up for yourself. Or look at other <a href="http://www.sixtyninesecrets.com/vibrating-toys-c-23.html">vibrators</a> that they offer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-84113039043036845782010-02-26T18:38:00.000-08:002010-02-26T18:59:50.851-08:00Dating and FuckingI have dated three people in my life. I have never been a fan of dating. I always thought that those people in high school who bounced from boyfriend to boyfriend to boyfriend were sort of silly. I mean, I have always understood that dating was a trial for marriage. Really, that is what dating is for in my mind. [Or spending the rest of your lives together as I know some people don't believe in marriage]<br /><br />My first boyfriend was when I was a freshman. We dated for over a year and a half. I've talked about him here before. He was the abusive one. While I didn't love him, and looking back I don't think I thought I would marry him. However, it was a relationship that [for high school standards] was long. At the time maybe I did think marriage was in our future... However, it wasn't something that just passed the time. <br /><br />My second boyfriend was one of my best friends. He was a really great guy that I definitely could have seen a future with. However, we were HORRIBLE as a couple. Seriously, we were awful. We dated for around six months. It was an awful relationship, but we went to being best friends afterward. I didn't date him for 'something to fill my time with'. I thought there was a great possibility for a future.<br /><br />My third [and hopefully final] boyfriend is, you guessed it, my Daddy! Obviously I believe [and hope with all my heart] that we will have a future. We have talked about the future. [Including the Tiffany's locking necklace that would make a beautiful 'wedding' collar... ehem...] We have talked about kids. We have talked long term. <br /><br />So, many of you may be confused, because I have had more partners than boyfriends. That's because I put value on the term boyfriend. I have had fuck buddies. I have guys [and girls] I can call up if I want to fuck or play around. So many people I know would call those people boyfriends or girlfriends to feel better about hooking up with them. I am much more honest. If I don't see a future with us but still want to hook up? That's awesome, we can be fuck buddies. <br /><br />I've had people look down upon me because I mess around with people who I am not in a relationship with. I laugh, because the people look down upon me for this almost always are the same people who have a different boyfriend/girlfriend every week who they fuck. Just because they fuck within a 'relationship' it is apparently okay. Even when that relationship has a shelf life of two weeks. It baffles me. It really does.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-42643309230148350822010-02-25T16:06:00.001-08:002010-02-25T16:09:08.502-08:00HNT - a peak<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4WKES6bGeE8fi4R9ynibC7KICkwcPwnceLJc-7wZkq1PPFTP3ohRyr_p2pt58Hd8yctdmfxZxyto3xsIl4eV9OQ2pfXYPrB-a9KI6Ztrt-ttTkW1mTA0ajzgwzwIC7E7KGmcbsfWTsU/s1600-h/P1120264.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4WKES6bGeE8fi4R9ynibC7KICkwcPwnceLJc-7wZkq1PPFTP3ohRyr_p2pt58Hd8yctdmfxZxyto3xsIl4eV9OQ2pfXYPrB-a9KI6Ztrt-ttTkW1mTA0ajzgwzwIC7E7KGmcbsfWTsU/s200/P1120264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442337471322254498" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-13033401931665904752010-02-25T09:27:00.000-08:002010-02-25T10:14:47.919-08:00Ice Cream Cravings.So, I have talked here about my family before. They don't really like my Daddy... Argh, it is frustrating. However, they also see that I've been with him for a while and he loves me and supports me. So, it's getting better. <br /><br />My mom still says things though. I mean, I'm 19. I'm sure she didn't expect me to be in such a serious relationship at this age. Especially with an older man. So, she is handling it very well considering. She has gotten much better over time. She used to be... well her actions were sort of indescribable. She was definitely not open to it and did/said some awful things. <br /><br />She has gotten much better though as I have said. Really she keeps her comments to a minimum. However every now and then she does say things. Last night I called her when I was walking to the convenience store. I went to go get some ice cream because I really wanted some. So when she asked what I was doing I told her. Her response? "Are you taking your birth control? Are you pregnant?".<br /><br />Ummmm???? No. I just want some ice cream...<br /><br />Since when has wanting ice cream meant being pregnant?<br /><br />*sighs*<br /><br />Whatcha gunna do?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-14300305048998104802010-02-24T16:04:00.000-08:002010-02-24T16:12:22.188-08:00Sick Slave GirlSince moving I have realized my immune system has not been kicking ass as much lately. I get headaches much easier and my stomach gets upset easier, just all around aches come around more often. It could be from the weird weather right now [going from 40s to 70s, rainy then sun then cold] or it could be from lack of things to do. Okay, I know that sounds weird but it has been a thought in my head recently. <br /><br />Whenever I had a stomachache or a headache or some sort of sickness before, I still had work or school. Unless the sickness was major, I still had to get up and do my duties. Because I'm unemployed and my classes are online, I really can wallow in my sickness. I can take naps and baby myself. I'm not saying it's bad, because I'm taking care of my body obviously, but it is different. <br /><br />I woke up in the middle of the night last night and got sick. It made for a restless night. I was tossing and turning and it just wasn't pleasant. When I woke up around 10 I could feel my body pulsating and aching. I would do somethings then doze on the couch, do somethings, then doze. I finally realized that perhaps taking an actual nap would help. So at 1:30ish I went to take a nap, and didn't wake up until after 5:30. Over 4 hours. That definitely tells you that I needed some rest. However when I woke up some of the aches were still there. Which stinks, but oh well. It is a much different way that I am approaching my maladies these days. If I found a job I know that I would start handling them the old way again. I wouldn't baby my body, I would just force myself to work through it. It's just differentUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-34001391324152593602010-02-23T12:06:00.001-08:002010-02-23T12:06:51.541-08:00E[Lust] #8<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://blue-eyedvixen.com/2010/01/vegas-bound-preview-hnt/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-463" title="VegasCorsetVixen" src="http://elustsexblogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/VegasCorsetVixen1.jpg" alt="" width="188" height="250" /></a><br /><br />HNT Courtesy of <a href="http://blue-eyedvixen.com/2010/01/vegas-bound-preview-hnt/" target="_blank">Blue-Eyed Vixen</a></p><br /><br /><p><strong>Welcome to<a href="../"> e[lust]</a> </strong>- your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #9? Start with the <a href="../about-2/" target="_blank">rules</a>, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/elust" target="_blank">RSS feed</a> for updates!</p><br /><br /><p><strong>~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~</strong></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://say-nine.com/02/this-isnt-play-bdsm-and-rape/" target="_blank">This Isn’t Play. . . BDSM and Rape</a> - <em>The very basic principle that we hold so dear in BDSM play, “Nothing without consent” seems to stand in stark contrast to a very common form of play, “Rape Play”.</em></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.mollena.com/2010/02/half-full/" target="_blank">Half-Full</a> - <em>When I get my ass beaten, is it <strong>as much</strong> for the sensation as it is for the “Good girl…I knew you could take that for me.” that I want so badly at the close of the scene?</em></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://rtws.blogspot.com/2010/02/house-party-part-2.html" target="_blank">House Party Part 2</a> -<em>His wife walked by at one point and he cryptically asked her to "do what she did to so-and-so earlier". His wife disappeared behind me, but I felt her hands touching me and his cock as it entered me.</em></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color: #993366;"><strong>~ e[lust] Editress ~</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://dangerouslilly.com/2010/02/backseat-orgasms/" target="_blank">Backseat Orgasms</a> -<em> We kissed lightly and without focus, both a sensual act and maddening at the same time. More, I needed more. In a blur I was on my knees on the seat, straddling his leg, his mouth latched onto one nipple and his fingers hunting for the key to undoing my dress pants. </em></p><br /><br /><p><strong>~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~</strong></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://thepinkpoppet.wordpress.com/2010/02/10/are-you-watching-me-part-one/" target="_blank">Are You Watching Me?</a> - <em>A plan of devious proportions begins to form. Before this is over with, I will have forced you into a corner…forced you to act…forced you to give ME what I want.</em></p><br /><br /><p><strong><em>See also</em></strong>: Pleasurists #<a href="http://pleasurists.com/2010/02/09/pleasurists-64/" target="_blank">64 </a>and <a href="http://pleasurists.com/2010/02/22/pleasurists-65/">65</a> for all your sex toy review needs. <em><strong><br /><br /> </strong></em></p><br /><br /><p><em>All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “<a href="../faqs/">read more…</a>” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!</em></p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><p><strong>Erotic Writing</strong></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://darktrails.blogspot.com/2010/02/story-of-fl.html" target="_blank">A story of FL</a> <br /><br /><a href="http://www.ladyevyl.com/blog/2010/02/10/contemplation/" target="_blank">Contemplation</a><br /><br /><a href="http://really-and-truly.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuddling.html" target="_blank">Cuddling</a><br /><br /><a href="http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com/2010/02/floor-exercises.html" target="_blank">Floor Exercises</a><br /><br /><a href="http://nektca.com/2010/02/16/good-day-milking/" target="_blank">Good day for a milking</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://fantasiesofanunofficialconcubine.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye.html" target="_blank">Goodbye</a><br /><br /><a href="http://oursexsecrets.com/masturbation/toys/g-spot-orgasms-galore-2/" target="_blank">G-Spot Orgasms Galore - Part 2</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://hubmanshangout.wordpress.com/2010/02/13/initiation/" target="_blank">Initiation</a><br /><br /><a href="http://sexkittenchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/02/logan.html" target="_blank">Logan</a><br /><br /><a href="http://confessionsfrommyopenmarriage.blogspot.com/2010/02/mark-confession-423.html" target="_blank">Mark. Confession #423</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://longdistancesub.wordpress.com/2010/02/04/mouth/" target="_blank">Mouth</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.coypink.com/2010/02/09/nothing-says-i-love-you-quite-like/" target="_blank">Nothing says I love you quite like...</a><br /><br /><a href="http://ladypandorah.wordpress.com/2010/02/07/playful-and-dangerous/" target="_blank">Playful and Dangerous</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://glimpsesofdave.blogspot.com/2010/02/play-your-part.html" target="_blank">Play your part</a><br /><br /><a href="http://eroticwriter.wordpress.com/2010/02/05/plotter/" target="_blank">Plotter</a><br /><br /><a href="http://wp.me/pMTzt-1I" target="_blank">Splish Splash</a><br /><br /><a href="http://moresexchocolateandredlipstick.wordpress.com/2010/02/08/the-library-hotel/" target="_blank">The Library Hotel</a><br /><br /><a href="http://writingdirty.com/archives/662" target="_blank">The Secret I Couldn't Keep</a><br /><br /><a href="http://jydavis.wordpress.com/triple-x-page/" target="_blank">Triple X</a><br /><br /><a href="http://insatiabear.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-am-surprise.html" target="_blank">Three A.M. Surprise</a></p><br /><br /><p><strong>Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships</strong></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://thedirtygeisha.com/2010/02/anatomy-of-desire-pt-two/" target="_blank">Anatomy of Desire (PT. Two)</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.edencafe.com/better-cautious-than-raped/" target="_blank"> Better Cautious Than Raped</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://malflic.com/2010/02/12/lingerie-tales-vol-1-an-obsession-begins/" target="_blank">Lingerie Tales Vol 1 An Obsession Begins</a><br /><br /><a href="http://jonsbabydoll.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life-as-gamers-slave.html" target="_blank">My life as a gamer's slave</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://debaucheddomesticdiva.blogspot.com/2010/02/perplexed.html" target="_blank">Perplexed</a><br /><br /><a href="http://theybelongtous.wordpress.com/2010/02/05/saturday-texting/" target="_blank">Saturday Texting</a><br /><br /><a href="http://joeheather.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-simple.html" target="_blank">So Simple</a><br /><br /><a href="http://askgarnet.com/2010/02/15/elusivefemaleorgasm/" target="_blank">The Elusive Female Orgasm</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://andeatingit2.com/2010/02/13/the-g-spot-mouse-or-how-to-make-a-woman-squirt/" target="_blank">The G Spot Mouse or How To Make A Woman Squirt</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.edencafe.com/transtastic-on-language/" target="_blank">Transtastic: On Language</a></p><br /><br /><p><strong>Kink & Fetish</strong></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.edencafe.com/a-no-limits-slave/" target="_blank">A No Limits Slave?</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.submissiveguide.com/2010/02/are-discipline-and-punishment-the-same/" target="_blank">Are Discipline and Punishment The Same?</a><br /><br /><a href="http://kinky-world.net/?p=539" target="_blank">BDSM Advice Series: Pet Play</a><br /><br /><a href="http://popmycherryreview.com/articles/bondage-101-part1-bondage-basics/" target="_blank">Bondage 101—Part 1: Bondage Basics</a><br /><br /><a href="http://bbgblog.com/2010/02/breaking-the-demons/" target="_blank">Breaking the Demons</a><br /><br /><a href="http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-crush.html" target="_blank">Dark/DirtyBlog Crush</a><br /><br /><a href="http://sexnshoes.com/2010/02/factory-doll/" target="_blank">Factory Doll</a><br /><br /><a href="http://bentbear.wordpress.com/2010/02/15/hand-versus-toys/" target="_blank">Hand vs. toys</a><br /><br /><a href="http://adelehaze.com/im-on-a-book-cover-the-punishment-list-by-abel/" target="_blank">I'm on a book cover: 'The Punishment List' by Abel</a><br /><br /><a href="http://britisshameless.com/2010/02/kink/" target="_blank">Kink</a><br /><br /><a href="http://domme-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/02/men-as-sex-objects.html" target="_blank">Men as sex objects</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.diaryofakinkylibrarian.com/index.php/2010/02/14/rough-porn/" target="_blank">Rough Porn</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.kinkysexlink.com/2010/02/12/raleigh-and-la-fortress/" target="_blank">Raleigh and La Fortress</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://pleasehurtme.wordpress.com/2010/02/16/savouring-the-texture-of-my-skin-with-his-teeth/" target="_blank">Savouring the texture of my skin with his teeth</a><br /><br /><a href="http://suspiria777.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-they-look-at-me.html" target="_blank">The Way They Look At Me</a><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.licentiouslyyours.com/2010/02/the-slut-chron%E2%80%A613-the-auction" target="_blank">The Slut Chronicles #13 ~ The Auction</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.spankingwriters.com/blog/2010/02/07/whither-the-spankosphere/" target="_blank">Whither the spankosphere?</a></p><br /><br /><p><strong>Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor</strong></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.obscenitycult.com/tales/?p=2637" target="_blank">Happy Valentines Day!</a><br /><br /><a href="http://dirtysexyprettyfun.com/2010/02/13/hookers-catholic-school-students-facebook/" target="_blank">Hookers, Catholic School Students and Facebook</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.insatiabledesire.com/2010/02/06/lane-bryant-makes-puppies-and-kittens-cry/" target="_blank">Lane Bryant Makes Puppies and Kittens Cry</a><br /><br /><a href="http://exploringintimacy.wordpress.com/2010/02/13/pussy-cosmetics-and-vagina-myths/">Pussy Cosmetics and Vagina Myths</a></p><br /><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-38875669908062210892010-02-23T02:55:00.000-08:002010-02-23T02:55:00.538-08:00RTT - Shoe Edition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DzHeEnamL._AA280_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DzHeEnamL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Pink and white!!! <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Betsey-Johnson-Womens-Honest-Turquoise/dp/B001J54OYI/ref=sr_1_36?ie=UTF8&s=shoes&qid=1266897029&sr=1-36">I love wedges</a>. I never really have done well with other types of heels. I always end up flat on my face. I used to be able to walk amazingly in heels when I was in 6th-9th grade. Then some horrific thing must have happened because I couldn't anymore... weird right?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51LjmLRH6jL._AA280_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51LjmLRH6jL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Aren't these just <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Betsey-Johnson-Womens-Harrans-Wedge/dp/B001QFZPDA/ref=sr_1_22?ie=UTF8&s=shoes&qid=1266897003&sr=1-22">cute</a>? I feel like I could wear them to a picnic or something. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41qoXF5VoRL._AA280_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41qoXF5VoRL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Juicy-Couture-Womens-Laney-Green/dp/B00241XFSW/ref=sr_1_38?ie=UTF8&s=shoes&qid=1264736649&sr=1-38">Juicy. Mmm.</a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span>Wedges. Sandals. Juicy. It can't get any better.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4q1r0oMv-p2mdKWMzmpbWwZhyKPCxdtbBI9TjNZzetCI-dUg6KVrsE5jh3IKYLjFlePOE4T364u3vvNiQwPJa-DKLlIrbYBQOSu741t0xZyPKx6E0FH6YjOIjfD6xycx6UcYZWCkANk0/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4q1r0oMv-p2mdKWMzmpbWwZhyKPCxdtbBI9TjNZzetCI-dUg6KVrsE5jh3IKYLjFlePOE4T364u3vvNiQwPJa-DKLlIrbYBQOSu741t0xZyPKx6E0FH6YjOIjfD6xycx6UcYZWCkANk0/s200/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432004498409758434" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Betseyville-Betsey-Johnson-Bernna-wedges/dp/B0035CXG8S/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&s=shoes&qid=1264736386&sr=1-5">Shoes shoes shoes!!! Pink and wedges. With polka dots!!! I'm in love.</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-67304253515455724382010-02-22T07:00:00.000-08:002010-02-22T13:15:28.055-08:00Contest!!!Okay, so I love my readers, yes, YOU!!! I love you. Not in the creepy way, because I don't know most of you in real life. Anyway, that's not what most of you care about. You care about the details of this fabulous contest that I am holding. Okay, maybe not so fabulous for me, but definitely fabulous for the winner!<br /><br />So, what is this contest exactly?<br /><br />Well, it really does benefit me as much as it benefits you. I like people reading my blog. I know, I'm selfish like that. So I figured a contest would help me gain a few more readers. Some may think this is not cool, but I'm not requiring that you stay after the contest, but who knows, you may like here enough that you do stay. [That is my hope at least] So, my likes are satisfied because I gain more readers and your likes are satisfied because you get... a 25 dollar gift card to <a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/">edenfantasy</a>!!!!!<br /><br />Whoa, 25 dollars???<br /><br />Alright, it's not that much. However, it is enough to buy one favorite toys [at the moment] the <a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/g-spot-vibrators/g-spot-caress">gspot caress </a>. It's also better than nothing! Not to mention, Edenfantasy.com really does have some fabulous toys for less than 25 dollars. They have a great selection process for narrowing down toys so you can find something you want. Also, EF has other stuff besides toys, like lingerie. Not to mention, EF has great prices. Seriously, they do.<br /><br />Okay, enough chat about that, how about the details of how to enter???<br /><br />There are many ways to enter.<br /><br />1- comment on this post. You can tell me why you need the gift card, why you read my blog, why you haven't read my blog, why you will continue to read my blog, what you would do with the 25 dollars, why you deserve it, what your dog's name is, it doesn't matter. The content of the comment won't be judged, just the fact that you do comment.<br /><br />2- Tweet about the contest. It doesn't hurt if you follow me either... Just make sure to use the hashtag #JBD and link to my site - http://bit.ly/a3H35F. Your tweet will count once a day, so you can retweet every day for up to seven entries!<br /><br />3- Follow me. If you already follow me, you are automatically entered for this part. I have the handy button over there in the right hand side bar, so it's super easy to follow me.<br /><br />Here comes the big entry part!<br /><br />4- You can comment on three separate posts a day. From any month. Of course you can comment on more posts, but only three a day [on separate posts] will be counted. Which means that this can earn you three entries a day, for seven days, [Your comment on this post does not count for your three posts for today]<br /><br />Alright, so let's say you did everything that was laid out above. You would have 30 entries!!!! That's pretty darn amazing. I know it may be a bit time consuming, but your 30 entries might beat out someone with only fifteen. I'm not saying you have to do everything. Someone who just comments on this could be the lucky winner, you never know. You don't have to do everything listed above. Like I said, I have motives for hosting this to get more readers. By encouraging you to read some of my later stuff you get to see my journey better and may be more interested in sticking around. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The contest will end Sunday, Feb 28th at midnight EST.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-76251564672206802432010-02-21T10:07:00.001-08:002010-02-21T10:23:57.370-08:00The Future... of this blogSo, as many of you know, I don't have a job. I take a couple of classes, but nothing too serious. Which means my days are pretty open at the moment. Which is great for being a slave, because I can devote my time to chores and making sure things are running smoothly in the house. However, I still do productive things that do not pertain to the house, such as writing reviews. Also, this blog. I have had this blog for a while, and in the beginning it was more for my [and my Daddy's] use. I know a few of you have been around since then, it was definitely readable to an outside reader. However, I wasn't about the readers.<br /><br />Now? Well, now I am more involved in the blogging community. If you look over to the right hand side bar you will see about 20 blogs that I read every single post they make. I am always looking for more blogs to read as well. I try to comment on their posts, I follow them on twitter, I genuinely like reading what they have to say. I still post for myself, it is nice to have something that captures my journey, but I also feel like I write for you, the reader. Some of my posts are meant for others to read, such as my post about <a href="http://jonsbabydoll.blogspot.com/2010/01/doctor-doctor.html">Doctors</a>. I feel like I have a [albeit small compared to other blogs] following. I have more followers now, and in a couple days there will also be something especially nice for you readers.<br /><br />So, where is this blog going? I think it is a good question to ask. I will tell you my goals. I want people to read my blog. I like knowing that people either find me helpful, entertaining, or just a good read. In the coming weeks I plan on moving to my own domain. I want to change my layout and cannot do so with the blogger templates. I am really excited about this. I think it'll give my blog a bit more oomph. <br /><br />So, stay tuned. We are going on a ride.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-47469716740819297882010-02-19T19:50:00.000-08:002010-02-19T20:03:52.746-08:00MemoriesEver put on a song and remember the good times that relate to it? One song that will always bring up memories no matter when I hear it is "I Write Sins not Tragedies" by Panic! at the Disco. It came out my freshman year of high school. Oh man, that was THE song. <br /><br />It came on my IPOD the other day and I have been obsessed with listening to it ever since. My best friend and I had a whole dance that we would do to the song. We had the same gym hour so we would both bring our IPODs to gym class and press play at the EXACT SAME TIME so we could do our dance while walking around the track. Looking back, those were some really fun times. <br /><br />Her and I were in a group of close knit friends, we dubbed ourselves MAC since all of our first initials were either M, A, or C. When we got together, music was a staple. P!atD was always a part of the playlist. We had some great great times.<br /><br />We all drifted apart. Which happens in high school. We all [minus one] are all friends on facebook. We keep in touch, but really don't *talk* anymore. One of them I would still consider a close friend [the one who was my best friend back then]. However, time allows other things to drift in between us. I remember swearing that we would be friends forever. I remember the promises to be each other's bridesmaids. I remember the nights that we were all each other had. Now, those are memories. If I needed someone in the middle of the night I would call on my Daddy or my best friend [who wasn't a part of MAC, but I did know my freshman year of high school]. I wouldn't call on them to be my bridesmaids [or as we joked for the guys, bridesmales]. It is sad and strange how time changes things. I think we all knew in our hearts that we would drift apart. It happens with most people. It's sad. But things change. <br /><br />I will always have the memories though. I will have have P!atD. I will be able to close my eyes and see us dancing away on the gym track. I will carry that with me through life. Maybe that's all we can ask for. Great memories...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-42658759349181543322010-02-19T10:01:00.000-08:002010-02-19T12:17:29.610-08:00Review- Between the Sheets Game.The wonderful sex toy website, <a href="http://www.theadulttoyshoppe.com/">TheAdultToyShoppe.com</a> was kind enough to send me the <a href="http://www.theadulttoyshoppe.com/PD821000.htm">Between the Sheets</a> erotic game. I was really excited to get this game. It was actually the first erotic game that I have ever used.<br /><br />The box was really nice. The purple was nice, and would fit on any shelf with Monopoly or Trouble.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theadulttoyshoppe.com/pic3/games-1-PD821000.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theadulttoyshoppe.com/pic3/games-1-PD821000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now onto the not so good parts. Because, sadly, the box is the only nice part. It is advertised as a board game. Which, when I think of a board game I think of something like Monopoly or Trouble. This is more like Twister. There is a plastic 'sheet' that is supposed to go on top of your bed. There is even a spinner [just like in Twister] that instructs you which limb to move.<br /><br />The instructions are really really poorly written. They are only on the box, no instructions once you open the box. AND, that the instructions on the box are really poorly written. So when I opened the box, I was expecting there to be more instructions.<br /><br />Here is how you play though. You lay the sheet down on your bed and you and your partner start on other sides of the sheet/bed. There is sixteen hearts with 'instructions' written on them. The instructions are very simple and straightforward. There are 8 separate instructions, which means the instructions are doubled. <br /><br />So, you spin the little dial and it tells you which limb to move and how many spaces [1 or 2]. The only thing is that there is no path, so it is confusing where you start. It is advertised as also promoting kinky positions. This really confuses me because it doesn't really do anything kinky, really any positions... <br /><br />The game takes about... ten minutes. And it is weird. It asks you to bite your partner's earlobe, suck their toes, and fondle an erogenous zone. It's strange. I played it once, and it led to more laughter than anything sexy. I played it again, trying to figure out how to make it more sexy, but it really was just annoying.<br /><br />Okay, so here's the lowdown. <br /><br />Pros- the box, it can be played by couples of any gender combo [MM, MF, FF]<br /><br />Cons- No instructions, strange game, not sexy, really quick play.<br /><br />So, I really wouldn't recommend this game, but I am really glad that I got to try it out. Go check out the other toys/games/fun naughty things as <a href="http://www.theadulttoyshoppe.com/">TheAdultToyShoppe.com </a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-32550680108177566192010-02-18T11:26:00.000-08:002010-02-18T11:53:41.804-08:00A non kinky rantI am taking some online classes right now so I can have some credits under my belt. I'm not going to lie, it is a little frustrating not to be in school, but at least this way I am doing ~something~. Anyway, one of the classes I am taking is a psychology course. <br /><br />Today I tried doing an assignment for TWO AND A HALF HOURS!!!! Either I was doing the assignment repeatedly or trying to talk to someone about the assignment. Because it was online, I would do the assignment [four times] and it wouldn't take. So I tried the online help desk, after transferring around for over twenty minutes they told me they couldn't help me. So I called the help desk, but after being on hold for thirty minutes, I was told to contact the teacher.<br /><br />ARGH!!!!<br /><br />It is so freaking frustrating. I hate feeling nonproductive. It's pretty much wasted three hours of my day. GARGH!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-89845096055112053562010-02-18T07:08:00.000-08:002010-02-18T07:11:15.378-08:00HNT - Lollipop?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.fetlife.com/182/182974/6d1c779e2b0b935d34c8994ce6343e50_20100217125756_510.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 428px;" src="http://images1.fetlife.com/182/182974/6d1c779e2b0b935d34c8994ce6343e50_20100217125756_510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />May I offer you a lollipop?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI71Z8z3B6Nz7ugjXQZqRYeWlUTwUfaWUz-mOg7DKaudyEswYlcrDqzVzv_UpL1xikC3sL-oxpK4JM_xv-n6FlICxNxq8AvqO23CA-ueWDW8THLYv8zSVFYtGK6j4KVdMtxLLC4W6UyqY/s1600-h/6d1c779e2b0b935d34c8994ce6343e50_20100217125756_510.jpg"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-14745856946716975532010-02-17T12:24:00.000-08:002010-02-17T12:38:16.413-08:00Question from TwitterThe wonderful, beautiful, amazing, fantastic, smart, and every other positive adjective Bubbles [also known as Willfulenslaved [on twitter] and Willfulenslavement [on FetLife]] asked me a question on twitter for this blog. Which I am more than happy to answer. Mostly because I would answer any question she gave me, but also because I hadn't written anything here yet today. So she gets a golden star sticker for that one!<br /><br />So, onto the question. She asked my thoughts on this statement- <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">"everyone should just run around naked".<br /><br />I agree that everyone should run around naked! Minus weather conditions, once we are inside or in a climate that permits nudity, I think that everyone should be naked. I think it would breed a lot more self confidence, or at least a lot less self consciousness. <br /><br />Every single one of us has imperfections with our bodies- except Heidi Klum. [Sorry, but she is just ~drools~]. Okay, fine, even the perfect Heidi Klum has imperfections. Seriously, if you were to ask Heidi Klum, she would probably tell you that her toes are too long or something. Because we all have something that isn't 'perfect' about us. Embracing them, and showing those imperfections off can be freeing though.<br /><br />Okay, so, I am overweight. So most people think that my 'imperfection' is my thighs or something, which yeah, they totally are imperfect, but my real imperfection? My arms. Seriously. My upper arms are HUGE. They are waaaaaay bigger than the rest of my body. They are completely out of proportion to the rest of my body. I am so self conscious about them. You will rarely see them not cropped out of pictures, or strategically placed, or situated perfectly. However, when I am naked, all of that goes away. Especially if I'm naked with a bunch of people. <br /><br />When are naked with a group of people there is this... electricity about. You can't hide the extra roll of fat, or the beauty mark that you always want to hide, or the scar on your stomach, or anything. You are all out there. It is awesome. Once you are naked with someone you feel connected to them somehow. Imagine if clothes were optional? That would be awesome. <br /><br />So, let's get naked. Join me?<br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-21983189920006824402010-02-16T08:55:00.001-08:002010-02-16T09:05:33.416-08:00FetLife GreeterSo, I got a fabulous tidbit of information this Sunday, that I wasn't allowed to talk about until now. I 'applied' to be a FetLife greeter a couple weeks back when they were looking for some new ones to ad to the already great list of <a href="http://fetlife.com/greeters">greeters</a>. I was told this Sunday that I was accepted. I literally 'whooped' and danced in my chair when I got the message. I was told that I couldn't say anything until all the other new greeters were informed. <br /><br />Of course I was able to tell my Daddy, and I talked about it for probably a hour straight. I'm pretty sure he is tired of hearing about it actually. I also texted another greeter who I know personally and knew that she wouldn't tell anyone. Also, she would have been able to see that I joined the greeters if she knew to look. So I figured I wasn't breaking any huge rule there. <br /><br />I am really looking forward to starting. I love FetLife, and anyway that I can contribute to the site I will. :)<br /><br />So, I just wanted to share the good news. Awesomeness right???Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-5887542149408521562010-02-16T05:41:00.000-08:002010-02-16T07:30:20.222-08:00RTT- Aprons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41OrmT%2BrauL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41OrmT%2BrauL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/DII-Blue-Bubbles-Vintage-Apron/dp/B0026IBE90/ref=sr_1_56?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1266124003&sr=1-56">This is just too cute.</a> I love the blue and green. It is sort of simple while still looking cute.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41MSeAeEZqL._AA280_.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41MSeAeEZqL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flirty-Aprons-Womens-Original-Apron/dp/B002QUYOBS/ref=sr_1_32?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1266123899&sr=1-32">pink and black</a> design caught my eye. I like the nice sash that it has round the middle. I feel like this is a bit more flashy and upscale. It looks nice.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41R9tcm8vuL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41R9tcm8vuL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This has a very <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jessie-Steele-Audrey-Poppy-Fields/dp/B0025VK8HW/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1266122403&sr=8-11">1950s feel</a> to me. I like it. The design is cute and not overpowering. I don't like flower power on fabrics, because some times it can look cheap or too matronly. I like that this is just down at the bottom.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31YmwS8-1PL._AA280_.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31YmwS8-1PL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jessie-Steele-Carmen-Apron-Black/dp/B000TK6GEU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1266122403&sr=8-2">Simple black apron.</a> This would totally rock out for everyday use. I like the simple white trim, gives it a little extra oomph while still being simple enough for everyday.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41UrWTzwIqL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41UrWTzwIqL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jessie-Steele-Josephine-Polka-Apron/dp/B0025VK8K4/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1266122403&sr=8-4">Red with pink polka dots.</a> This would be perfect for cute little shindigs. You know, like backyard BBQs. I can walk around with a platter of chocolate dipped strawberries. :D Like a good hostess.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41ExI9njdYL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41ExI9njdYL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Apron-Accessories-Friends-Sanrio-Japanese/dp/B0028PY25E/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=apparel&qlEnable=1&qid=1266123024&sr=1-6">Cute Hello Kitty Apron.</a> This would just be for personal use. Com'mon, it's adorable.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-75353182344698314382010-02-14T19:31:00.000-08:002010-02-15T09:25:32.499-08:00Why I am a No Limits SlaveSomething that always gets people all in a huffy on FetLife, is the 'no limits' slave. Some people seem to think that there is no such thing as a no limits slave. Then, there are others [like me] who are no limit slaves.<br /><br />The biggest argument on the side of those who think that no limits slaves don't exist, is that we all have SOME LIMITS!!! After all, we wouldn't shoot our mothers would we????<br /><br />Okay, see this annoys me. Because, the thing about being a slave, is that I chose my Master. I chose a Master who wouldn't ask me to kill my mother. It was a long journey to becoming a slave. I learned what my Daddy wants from me, and what he expects from me. I wouldn't become a slave for someone who would ask me to kill someone.<br /><br />I had limits when we started out, because when we started out, I wasn't a slave. I had a no masks limit. He doesn't like masks either, so when I did become his slave, I knew I wouldn't have to worry about masks. He doesn't like them, and I am deathly afraid of them. Although, if tomorrow he came home and had a mask in hand, I would accept that it was his decision. Because he owns me. <br /><br />A funny thing I heard in a discussion once, was that all of us slaves who are no limits, aren't really because if a random person came up off the streets and told us to drive a nail through our we wouldn't do it, so we have limits. <br /><br />That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I am a no limits SLAVE. Which means I have no limits with my Daddy, because I'm his SLAVE. I have no obligations to anyone else. I think it is the most absurd argument against no limit slavery I've ever heard. <br /><br />I have no limits with one person, that is the person I am enslaved to, my Daddy. Because he wants me to be as good as I can be. He wants me to be both mentally and physically healthy, because I would be a useless slave otherwise. I found someone who cares about me and who had dislikes that matched up with mine. That way I knew that he wouldn't ask me to be his scat slave, because scat is one of HIS limits. Just because I am a no limits slave doesn't mean he is a no limits Daddy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-14046343963281593222010-02-14T18:08:00.000-08:002010-02-14T18:25:31.243-08:00My Valentine's Day.So, I made my <a href="http://jonsbabydoll.blogspot.com/2010/02/pre-valentines-day-confessions.html">confessions</a> yesterday. Well, I bet all of you are wondering how my Valentine's Day went. Or not, but whatever. I'm going to tell you anyway. So, get interested.<br /><br />We both slept in. Which was nice enough in itself. You see, I always sleep in. It is the one plus side to being jobless. However, my Daddy doesn't have the greatest hips, and when he is awake, he is awake. No drifting in and out. Just, awake. Boo for him. But today, he slept in with me, which must have been the day's way of being nice to me from the start. <br /><br />He went shopping first thing in the morning [groceries]. And I primped while he was gone. Shaving and doing my hair, and of course the all important lip gloss. I will have to blog about my lip gloss at a later point. *makes mental note*<br /><br />The coolest thing though was putting on the corset I got especially for today. It's pink and really pretty and I love it. He arrived home and gave me roses [pink], a big heart chocolate sampler, and a white teddy bear. I couldn't stop smiling. Sure, everything screamed Valentine's Day, but they were from him and I couldn't stop grinning!!! I felt like the most special girl in the world. He apologized for the generic gifts [he said I'm always home so it's hard to buy a gift and put it someplace when I'm always around] but I didn't even care. I loved them so much because they were from him. And because he didn't forget about Valentine's Day.<br /><br />We chilled a bit, then he started pawing at me and we took the action into the bedroom. I went down on him, he went down on me, then we fucked. It was simple, but really nice. We laid together for a bit and chatted.<br /><br />We finally mustered up the energy to get up and did our own thing on our separate computers. But somehow, it was just perfect. Why? Because it is just like every other day. I firmly believe that we show each other we love each other every day. We don't need to focus on each other today, because we focus on each other EVERY DAY. <br /><br />Although he did let me order pizza today. Win for me! I love pizza. Which also meant I could order chocolate lava cake. Which is the best dessert ever. Sooooo good. <br /><br />It was really a simple day, and minus the gifts [I got him a 'slut' paddle, a bit gag, the corset (which are all used on me :D) and the Austin Powers gift set], it was like all other days. Which makes me happy with our relationship. Because, we express our love every day, so the day you are 'supposed to' doesn't feel any different for us. I am extremely lucky.<br /><br />It is by far the best Valentine's Day ever. Not because of the gifts, because I have gotten the chocolates and flowers before, but because I was spending it with him. And because it made me truly appreciate how much we do love each other every single day. <br /><br />:) Definitely a Valentine's Day win.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-44140778987057570132010-02-13T18:26:00.000-08:002010-02-13T18:36:14.220-08:00Pre-Valentine's Day ConfessionsAlright, so this is actually something really hard for me to write, but I figure that there are other people out there who can relate. I have some confessions to make.<br /><br />I have never been in love before my Daddy. Sure I dated. I even dated a guy for over a year, but never loved him. The words were never exchanged nor were the feelings there. I have had boyfriends over Valentine's Day before. I've gotten candy, flowers, and bracelets. I've always been unimpressed with the holiday. To me, it seems like a holiday that forces romanticism. Don't get me wrong, I've always enjoyed the gifts, dinners, and cards, but I don't like the thought of expressing your love tenfold on a certain day. I've always believed that you should treat your other as if Valentine's Day is everyday.<br /><br />Granted, I never really had a person that I felt a deep level of love for. So, this Valentine's Day, sort of feels like my first. It is the first time that I can say that I actually want something from the day. The other times, it never really mattered what happened, because I didn't really care about the person. But I love my Daddy, and I want something this Valentine's Day.<br /><br />The thing is... I don't know what I want. I don't think I really care what I get, but I want it to be thoughtful. To be honest, a stuffed animal or some slippers would mean more to me than some flower, but then again, if the flowers were from him I would love them just as much.<br /><br />I'm scared though. I'm scared that he won't do anything. And that thought makes me want to cry. Seriously, like I think about it and tears start to form in my eyes. How lame is that???<br /><br />My thoughts haven't changed so much though. I still think that you should treat your other like every day is Valentine's Day, and that we don't need a day to force romanticism. However, a day that you can focus a little more on your special person? Well... that can't be all that bad.<br /><br />So, stay tuned and see how I feel about 'my first real Valentine's Day'. Fingers crossed that it is good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-57093048834838317722010-02-13T12:09:00.000-08:002010-02-13T13:12:21.911-08:00My life as a gamer's slave.My Daddy is a gamer. He plays video games for hours and hours on end. His favorite is Eve, a computer game that has spaceships and an economy. Although if he likes a PS3 game, he can be at that for hours too, he is a nondiscriminatory gamer.<br /><br />It has definitely affected me as his slave. <br /><br />When I first moved in, he let his Eve membership [it is a game you pay for monthly] lapse. We spent every night together, mostly watching tv. But we were together in each other's arms. We cuddled and found something to do. I will admit, it was really nice. I actually didn't know that he was as dedicated of a gamer as he is. The sneaky guy hid it well! <br /><br />Well, about three months after moving in, he decided it was time to restart his Eve membership. I figured he would play a couple of evenings a week. I didn't really expect it to change anything. When he first started and it was every night, I brushed it off as he was just excited to play again. However, when it continued to be every night, I got to be a bit jealous of the game. I wondered if I was doing something wrong. I wondered if he was playing to get away from me.<br /><br />I ended up resenting the game. That's right, I was resenting an inanimate object. I felt so cool. Every time that he said that he was going to play, my blood would boil. I probably made a snide comment or two as well. Maybe not too his face, but they were flying in my head. <br /><br />Finally, one night I ended up saying something. It was when we were in bed, and it wasn't something nice, I'm sure. To be honest I cannot really remember what was said. However, I remember what he said. He told me that Eve was his way to relax. He likes his games. And the biggest one of all, I was invited into the office when he was playing.<br /><br />I didn't really know that before. I know it sounds silly, but we only had one desk, so I thought he went in there to be alone. He corrected that and said I was more than welcome to bring my laptop, or a book, or just myself in the room when he was playing. I was relieved to find out he wasn't running away from me. <br /><br />So after that I would bring my laptop into the office and sit on the floor doing my own thing while he played. Even though we weren't playing together, we were in the same room. We could share a laugh over something, or just a quick peck easily because we were in the same room. <br /><br />Although, sitting on a hardwood floor for hours on end just isn't comfortable. So a couple weeks ago we ordered a desk for me, and a chair. We finally set it up today, it took a while, but it is done. I am loving it. We are both able to do our thing COMFORTABLY!!!!! I am really excited about this.<br /><br />So, it has definitely been a journey to this point. I used to really dislike him playing his games, and now... I sort of look forward to it. We both do our own thing, but we are doing it together. That's the important thing, spending time together. :) So, life as a gamer's slave is a good one.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-43217619771315571192010-02-11T13:41:00.000-08:002010-02-11T14:00:20.459-08:00Rant. Be Warned.So, I want to be a teacher. To be specific, I want to be a high school English teacher. There are tons of reasons behind my future career path. I will have summers off and will have the same vacations as my children. [When I have children] The pay is good. Seriously, teachers are paid for nine months out of the year. Plus all those vacations. And the state that I work in, I would be making around 40,000 right as soon as I graduate with a bachelors. When I get my Masters I will be making at least 60,000. Then with raises and experience, your pay increases. The pay is good. <br /><br />Anyway, this rant isn't about people not realizing that teaching isn't the shit pay that so many people think.<br /><br />This rant is about those people who are always so confused when I tell them I am going to be a teacher. They always say, "but you are so smart, why are you going to be a <span style="font-style: italic;">teacher</span>????". <br /><br />GARRRRRR!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Yes, I am intelligent. Yes, I pride myself on getting As. Yes, I am proud that I scored a 30 on my ACTs. Yes, I am proud of being as smart as I am. I am also proud that I am going to use my smarts to better our future children. <br /><br />I have a passion for teaching. In my education class, I was excited to go and learn. I want to be the best teacher. <br /><br />Today, I had someone who doesn't have a degree and makes around 16,000 a year talk down to me, because he thought that being a teacher would be an easy job. It pissed me off. If it was so easy, why don't you go do it??? I am not talking down to people who don't have degrees or don't make a lot of money. But don't think that you can talk down to me. <br /><br />It pisses me off that people think what they do about teachers. I agree that some people shouldn't be teachers. I agree that some people get into it because they think it'll be easy. I agree that there are shit teachers out there. That's why we need to change legislation to make it so you need a Masters to even start teaching. Not only will this keep people who are just doing it because it is 'easy' out of our school systems, but it will ensure better teachers!!! While yes, it would probably raise taxes because every single teacher's salary would be higher, it would be worth it to have the people who will be running our hospitals, government, and companies smarter. Because if your teachers are better, the students will be better too.<br /><br />Okay, end rant. Will post kinky stuff later...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-38897342299188556682010-02-11T06:24:00.001-08:002010-02-11T06:28:54.284-08:00HNT - Pink for V-Day?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fetlife.com/182/182974/8048032fa7a4412020ab0ab35f807203_20091125123739_510.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 302px;" src="http://images2.fetlife.com/182/182974/8048032fa7a4412020ab0ab35f807203_20091125123739_510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Pink panties and pink and purple socks!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692833530897744981.post-46112890930601814662010-02-10T20:02:00.000-08:002010-02-10T20:14:48.440-08:00Results of my me day.So, when I asked if I could have a 'me' day, Daddy said yes. I was immediately thrilled. I also immediately had the urge to clean. Go figure right???<br /><br />So I did the dishes and cleaned the bathroom a bit. I knocked some sense into myself while doing the bathroom and managed to stop myself after that. I think it is funny that when I am told I can take a day off of cleaning and caring for the house I immediately want to clean. I'm weird like that.<br /><br />So I relaxed. It was nice. I finished some leftovers that I have been wanting to. They were delicious. I took time and made myself happy.<br /><br />Daddy came home though and I was a bit snippy with him though. I made a snide comment at something he said and ended up in the bedroom alone [with the cat] while he made dinner. I felt bad for how I said what I said, but not for the reasoning behind what I said. I explained that at dinner and he understood. <br /><br />So, onto other things that happened tonight... With the comment from earlier out of the way and everything going as usual, Daddy started playing his MMORPG, I think that's the acronym. He started playing a game, let's say. We talked for a moment and I asked a question [I genuinely don't remember what it was] but he said that we were forced into living together and that's not how either of us wanted things right now, etc etc. We continued the conversation, then it ended. <br /><br />I went into the bedroom and started thinking [this can be hazardous, so watch out!]. I went back into the office and asked if we could talk. I know that we were forced into this situation. My mother made this happen. It is something I have come to terms with though, and it seemed like he hadn't. Like he resented me living here with him. So I told him that my mother and I are on better terms [which is the truth] and I would try and go back to her if that's what he wanted.<br /><br />I think he was shocked. He knows that going back with her is the last thing I want. She tried to physically hurt me the last time I saw her, so he knows that it would take A LOT for me to go back. He said he would never want me to do that and why I would say something like that. I was honest and laid it out that I felt that's what he wanted. That he didn't want me here. That he loved me more when we were further apart. He disputed everything and told me how much he loved me. How in love with me he is. He told me that he loves having me here. He comforted me and built me back up. I feel like we are in such a better place. I feel like I was in a funk without even knowing it before. I feel cleansed.<br /><br />I am so happy that he loves me. I am so blessed to have him be my Daddy. I am so lucky that not only does he love me, but he is in love with me. I am the luckiest girl in the world.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0