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The Reluctant Masochist

Jul 24, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Who Is Pieces of Jade? | 2

masochist [mas-uh-kist] noun Psychiatry. a person who has masochism, the condition in which sexual or other gratification depends onone’s suffering physical pain or humiliation. a person who is gratified by pain, degradation, etc., that is self-imposed or imposed by others. a person who finds pleasure in self-denial, submissiveness, etc. Twenty years or so ago, when I started all this kinky stuff, I would never have described myself as a masochist, nor ever thought I would. I liked what we did, it turned me on, and I felt sexy and alive and desirable while we did it, but I never really thought my reaction was masochistic. I thought it was sexual, and it made my head feel good, and made the squirrels in my brain slow down for a while, or even shut them up completely, but that didn’t mean I liked pain. I loved the connection between the Top and me,Read more …

Something I’ve wanted for a long time…

Jul 22, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 10

Saturday night Adam and I attended a friend’s play party, and she made my night (and week, and maybe longer?) by fulfilling something I’ve always wanted to have done to me: she made a needle corset on my back. Earlier in the weekend, something else I wanted and waited for for a long time was discussed…but the outcome was not as positive. In fact it left a pall on V’s and my date night together, which I regret. More discussion will be had, I am sure, but now’s not the time to talk of it. Because Sinful Sunday is all about the image, right? Check out the link below for other Sunday Sinners. 

Baby, baby, I hear a symphony…

Jul 18, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 5

I really tried to write for this Wednesday’s prompt, “Symphony.” I even had the beginnings of a story… He was a lover of the symphony; she was not. “It’s so boring,” she would say, her voice perilously close to a whine. “You need some culture,” he’d reply. “Honestly, give it a try, you’ll like it.” For three years it had been like that, and every year he had insisted, and she had gone, and he had loved it and she had been bored. Really, he should have just left her home, but he truly was convinced that she would learn to love it. And besides, it was an excuse to see and be seen with the beautiful woman he had married. “I’ll tell you what,” he said this year. “I’ll make it worth your while.” She raised an eyebrow sceptically. “Oh? And how’s that?” “We’ll make it a game,” heRead more …

Guilty Pleasures

Jul 16, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Masturbation Monday | 8

We all have them…the pleasures we reserve for nights on our own, for those times when no one else is watching. Mine? An unmade bed. Let me clarify: my bed, with no sheets. Just the mattress cover. Sometimes even without pillow cases (gasp). It’s laundry day. I’ve stripped the bed. The comforter is piled at the foot of it, the mattress cover says, ‘please, cover me in soft linens!’ Of course that’s what a good girl would do. She would never lay down in an unmade bed, with no sheets, her body naked, the seams of the mattress cover scratching her just-washed skin. Noooooo. I’m a linens snob, I admit. If I was snooping for clues about a person, the first place I’d look would be what kind of books they read, the next would be the quality of their bed linens. So then, yes, this guilty pleasure of mineRead more …

Hello, kitty

Jul 10, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 2

We were on the phone, chatting about when we’d see each other later that night. He was coming to my house, and I was excited to have him in my space, as I always am. “Do you have any strong preferences for how you’d like the night to go?” he asked. “N-o-o…” I replied, chewing my fingernail. I want to play! was what I wanted to say, but I didn’t want to be pushy. “I can make pasta for dinner, though, if you want to eat in.” I thought about what I might wear. Maybe I could show him I wanted to play… “Is your roommate home tonight?” “I don’t know about later,” I replied, “but she has an appointment right after work, so if she is home, it won’t be until after 8.” “Okay,” he said. I waited for more. Finally, since he didn’t seem to want to beRead more …

June 25 – Basement

Jun 25, 2018 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June, Kinky Stuff | 3

The first scene I ever did with W was in his grungy, city basement. It was my first taste of truly “dirty” play…like, on the floor, in sawdust and dirt and grime, among power tools and hardware, open beams, dark, spooky corners, chains and wood and a drain in the floor. He tied me to support beams that had been there since the house was built in 1903, shoved me in the old coal storage room, closed me in a makeshift “cage” that had a rusty lock and (I am sure) a spider or two. He pissed on me down there and hosed me off after, he fucked me with various implements and on my hands and knees with his cock, he tied me in a million different predicaments. I always wore heels, even there, and actually had heels we designated as “basement” shoes, because in the basement there wasRead more …

June 19 – I Blame Him

Jun 19, 2018 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June, Kinky Stuff | 2

Last night, while writing about tasks and obedience and edging-as-punishment and paying the piper when I’ve disobeyed, I got pretty wound up. Earlier in the evening, V had instructed me to think of him at least twice while I was out with a friend – to think of me in my devotion pose, with him behind me, ready to push his cock into my ass. It’s a compelling image, and one grounded in reality (except for one detail.) A couple of weeks ago he had pulled me down off the spanking bench where he’d had me sitting, facing him, legs spread, so he could use the wicked sticks on the insides of my thighs while he made me hold Baldy on my clit. Delicious, vicious torment, made more torturous by the fact that (of course) he insisted that I not orgasm. Once I was on the floor, he pushed meRead more …

June 18 – I Lost My Hard-On

Jun 18, 2018 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June, Kinky Stuff, Memes & Prompts | 0

The other evening I hinted at having to do penance for not doing one of my daily tasks. Part of that penance, when V invokes it, sometimes involves that lovely buttplug I pictured, or rather, any of my plugs (I’ve got a few.) Another part involves repeatedly edging until I finish the unfinished task. I’m not allowed to come during this time, nor, usually, afterward. It’s not an easy thing to endure: being told what to do in a very authoritarian way, being taken to task, having to accept consequences for my wrong-doing, are all hot buttons for me. So usually, by the time I am on the 4th or 5th round of grinding Baldy against my clit while I’m on my knees, trying desperately to finish the task – with the addition of a plug in my ass making me squirm – I practically have to rip the vibeRead more …

June 14 – Plugged Slut

Jun 14, 2018 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June, Kinky Stuff | 0

I am still working on my “role play” post for Kink of the Week, but meanwhile, this happened: Besides my devotion, I have other tasks I am to do each day. There is one that, because I can’t get online at the sites I need to to perform this task during the day, I (more frequently than I like to admit) fail at doing. Recently V has added additional…requirements…to completing the task, if I don’t do it one day. And if I miss two, there is yet more. I haven’t missed three yet, and don’t want to find out what my punishment would be should I do so! That’s why I am cutting this writing short – I need to go do my task. If I stay and write for too long, I’ll be too tired, and I might think that the unknown “step up” in punishment would be worthRead more …

June 13 – This is why…

I started this post about roleplay days ago. Three to be exact. Inspired by another blogger’s writing, then driven to read every other post on the topic, I am marooned here for the moment, half-writing, half-cooking this post. This is why it takes me 2-3 days to really write a blog post. I need to time to ponder, time to ruminate, time to research and then formulate my thoughts on the topic. I can’t just belt this out in ten minutes, or an hour, or a day. But neither can I allow myself to feel that time is open-ended, because without a deadline, I will let a thought, or a feeling, or a topic, molder on until its timeliness is gone, and it no longer means anything. I’m struggling a bit with this; if I take off my rose-colored glasses, I recall that I had the same issues before, whenRead more …