Pierced Pussy Saga
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Postad:17 november 2022 10:51 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:10 januari 2024 11:57 am 28534 besök
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You'll find another story somewhere here about my pierced pussy. Well, recently, I have a few more stories to add to the mix. My piercing there (a VCH - vertical clithood) has caused many stories along the way. Like when the massage therapist heard me say it, she stopped and wide eyed asked "Can I see it?" Like no...She said "Please!" OK someone could take that as a little weird, but a pussy is a pussy I said back. They all lost it laughing...
The reason it came about today, was my obsession with pumping has caused my steel bar to slide down, and the ball at the end has lodged itself below the skin.
So now the question begs the answer as to does that hurt? It did when it happened, but I just thought I had over pumped it. Apparently, I caused the malfunction. So today, I asked my friend to push it back through for me. Yeah, that lasted about three seconds, and I called "RED!" I could just see it ripping in two, no thank you.
Instead I opted to call a piercing studio.
"Hi this is Sandy"
"Hi, Sandy. I have an issue. My VCH has slid under the skin and the ball is stuck. Can you guys help me? What will you do?"
"How old is the piercing?"
"20 years" I answer flatly.
"Oh, and how did ths happen?" Sandy sounds a little perplexed.
"Does that matter? Sex, you know?" I am embarrassed and trying to cover a tad..
"OK, yeah well girl, I will push it back through. I can numb it, but I wouldn't if it were me. The numbing can afffect inside for a while." Sandy sounds amusd a little.
"I will be there in an hour"
I hang up and I am a little concerned because I have session in 2 hours. Maybe I should wait...I call Sandy back.
"So I can't come tonight. Do you have an opening tomorrow"
"I wouldn't wait in case it swells or gets infected"
"Is it going to be sore after?" I ask, knowing tnhe answer.
"Probably a couple days is all. "Sandy answers, like duh.
"So it isn't swollen and doesn't hurt, but...(pause) I am a Professional Dominatrix and have a session in 2 hours. I can't be focused on the pain after pushing it through." I blurt it out tired of hiding the truth.
"Ohhh, that eplains it. (explains what? Im thinking)How cool. Well I understand. We'll see you tomorrow morning"
"Thank you see you then." I hang up...
I told my gay assistant the story and said my ears were burning as we spoke. Can just imagine the conversation between she and a work mate. He said :You know they looked up the worst thing possible with a clit ring to imagine what you were doing to cause it"...
"Yeah, like they probably think I tied up someone and hung them from the end of it, or something" 
Dani just howled "Girl, you're killing me"
And so, the pussy piercing saga will continue....If I make it through pushing that ball back through
Song for this post
Show Me Your Pussy - Lords of Acid
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Monster Fotzen
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Postad:12 november 2022 10:50 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:16 november 2022 10:41 pm 25702 besök
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Pumping my pussy into oblivion,
Til it is swollen and sensitive to every movement,
His fist dives deep into me, and my ass opens up,
A flower blooming and ready to submit to the pistol
The voice reaching new heights of delightful squeals
Spurting a fountain of hot love around his wrist...
I am his wild nasty slut. I am his...
We are one
Song for this post
Keine Lust - Rammstein
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Therapeutic Masochism
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Postad:9 november 2022 11:48 am
Senast Uppdaterad:21 februari 2024 3:06 am 14260 besök
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Isabelle stood straight and tall as she admired her polished outfit. A black pencil skirt on her thighs clinged tightly, a blouse of black with bell sleeves that waved in the air around her pretty wrists. Her fingers were long, with dark ruby red polish on her nails. She smiled at herself in the mirror, knowing she looked pretty damned good.
She had been on the phone priming her next clients, grooming them for a session with her. Isabelle now understood how hard a Dom had it with herself. Her own behaviour reflected back at her in the mirror's gaze. She had to tell them to hush and leave them to want her until she returned a text or call. Their greed was her we.apon of choice.
Izzy moved about the house with focus. She grabbed the wooden spoon, and the spatula with silicone paddle. She grabbed the coconut oil and took the items with her into the dimly lit bedoom. The gypsy scarf from one of her many travels hung on the top of the shade, making a beautiful room just ligfht enough so he culd see the sparkle on her lips. She sat to put on her boots. He foot slid into the familiar satin inside the suede black shaft. The heels were 4 1/2 inches, but she could walk in them like a sex goddess should.
Isabelle reached for the sparkly diamond earring in white gold dangled against her olive skin leaving trails of reflected light. She took a drag off her cigarette and pushed it out before putting on a dab of perfume in all the right places. She checked her phone when it buzzed against the side table. He was here and she told him which unit. Another white collar country boy grown older, and craving some excitement. She greeted him and walked him into the bedroom to consult before they would begin.
Isabelle was getting more comfortable in her new position with each encounter. She felt empowered and they gave her all the adoration she could fathom. She had a way of compartmentalizing her emotions when she topped. It gave her a rush to tease, and inflict her mark on them though, for sure. This felt more like therapy for the men who frequented. They all remarked how she was the best they had ever been with. In her head, Isabelle acknowledged that likely those before were just women of the night, who saw the opportunity to make rent.
As her subject lie bound to the bedframe, and writhed at her every touch. She grinned in spite of her introspection. Letting her beast out to play was a mind fuck for all involved, especially herself.
Song for this post
Fever - Peggy Lee
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Santa's Helper vs Karma's Minions
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Postad:5 november 2022 1:52 am
Senast Uppdaterad:30 november 2022 10:08 pm 12141 besök
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The past few weeks are a whirlwind of exhaustion inducing mania. Is it fucking retrograde again? I swear, I was saying not long ago that if reincarnation was to work out issues, I must have been a horrendous homo sapien. My friend at the time said, No, you signed up for your trials in life...
Um, if so, I didn't read the fucking fine print on that clause...just sayin'.There should be a comprehension test before allowing someone to take on so much at this stage in life, but I digress...
In any case, I was homeless for a couple weeks after a domestic violence issue at my home. I was trying to be present at work, I was living out of my car, packed to the brim...staying in Air Bnb condos, in resorts that were atrocious, because Myrtle is the "Redneck Riviera", aptly named and there are a whole lot of those muppets, let me tell you. And I found out who my friends were, this is fact.
Then I saw who my boss was, instead of imaginig him as his self proclaimed Dom self. Especially when I outwitted his attempts to terrorize me. It all started with a Santa for the local businesses came in to get his hair done silver and he is blackbeard in the summer....imagine that transformation...
Well here it is in living color
the "boss" quot;Nikki, that won't work"
Me: "Oh but it will work! I was taught the technique in Wella in LA"
the "boss" Nikki ylou cannot defy the lw of color! Why are you so resistant?!"
Me: "Because I have done it on my own hair"
the "boss": "I'M THE EXPERT!"
Me: "Excuse me?"..pause.."I don't know what's up your ass Roger, but I have felt it a few days"
the "boss": Im under a lot of pressure! Economic and time!"
Me: "And I'm living in my car right now, keep some perspective"
I exited stage left, and 2within a week ahe kicked me out of the salon.
This all transpired before he put some products I forgot in a box, put it outside to be stolen, after he agreed to keep them for me...Yeah, not kidding.
But that's OK...
I'm opening my own salon again. If you want it done right, do it yourself
So, I am going for pinup retro style decor, what would be a great name?
Song for this post
Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt
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Frankly Dear, I Don't Give A Damn
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Postad:23 october 2022 2:39 am
Senast Uppdaterad:8 juni 2023 12:07 am 18341 besök
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We covered lack of management skills and how this would be a great place to start prepping yourself to have dominance in a role with a submissive. Especially in 24/7, you need to have a grasp on how to do it effectively or else you are setting it up to be more challenging than you ever thought possible.
To retain a little control in your relationship effectively, remaining calm and in control of yourself is your goal.
We will now delve deeper...
What is the difference in Dominance vs. Domineering?
(This is where you get out your dictionary skills)
"Domineering commonly involves an insecure, paranoid, worrisome, narcissistic, and/or similar individual who lacks capable qualities of leadership. Dominating distinguishes individuals otherwise possessing highly admired leadership qualities and capabilities."
Does this means what I am saying might have merit? ~GASP~ Who knew?!!
Equally -
What is the difference between domineering and controlling?
"Controlling behavior is not about the victim, it is about them. They are the broken ones who feel the need to manipulate. A domineering person insists that the reason for their cunning behavior is because of the victims attitude, actions, tone, or body language"
How do you recognize them before you fall for it? It's not hard, you just pay attention. Time tells all...
But, instead of plunging in with the first one who rings your bell, Hold back! Let time reveal who people are.
The AMA suggests if one has 5 or more of the characteristics below, they can be considered NPD,
1. They are charming at first, and fairytale spinners.
2. They hog the conversation, talking about how great they are/or how much everyone feels the same.
3. They feed off your compliments, and will ask for them if not given
4. They lack empathy, to the point of having little interest in your day, struggles, and motivations.
5. They don’t have any (or many) long-term friends they spend time with. You can be blamed for You wonder why you have to be the social director or his loneliness is your fault
6. They pick on you constantly and it becomes mean at times, loving your reaction if negative
7. They gaslight you until everything feels like it is your burden to bear and all your fault. You caan't say sorry enough because they hold a grudge or anger for a while
8. They think they’re right about everything, and never apologize or own fault.
9. When you show them you’re really done, they lash out in cray cray fashion. Violence may be included in the explosion.
Song for this post
I Don't Care Anymore - Phil Collins
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Peeping In On The Past
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Postad:22 october 2022 8:24 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:7 februari 2024 3:16 pm 16514 besök
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Like a moth to a flame...
Sometimes a girl can't help herself. Especially if she's a horny little bitch like myself.
The mind snaps into gear immediately when I think of him. The pussy gets wet just reminiscing...
I see you peeping in on me....And I like it
Song for this post
Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews accoustic Storytellers
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Growing Up In A Flash of Reality
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Postad:3 october 2022 9:34 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:15 februari 2024 12:32 am 19564 besök
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Isabelle had cleaned the house as usual, making sure everything was spotless and smelled cleaner than a five star hotel. The clothes were laundered, and dinner was cooked. He had shown some of his damage before, but she knew the routine. He would explode and then become introverted. After a time he would ease.
While she was working on her laptop, he had turned on a porn. She came into the room ,and he invited her to join him. Although they had connection, she could tell when the beast inside him just wanted to be sadistic. Most of the time he held regard for her well being. But, there were times, she felt the beast near the surface, and she was not far enough into space to disregard the danger.This was when she would yell "Red!"
Tonight was one of those nights. He slapped her hard from the get go. His fingers tugged at her nipples till she squealed and squirmed free. His hand slapped her face a little too hard. His hand hit her ass a little too hard. Then, when his fingers were inside her, she could feel him pinching her cervix...The pain pulled her into reality with a quickness.
"RED!" Isabelle gasped the word and coiled back. He managed to stop and was panting and raspy.
"May I please continue" He queried
"No" Isabelle said emphatically.
It was at that moment she realized his expertise at making her desire him had ebbed. She realized she wanted more from her submission. She realized for right now was not enough.
As he slept off his drunken state, she sifted through classifieds for an apartment. Being alone seemed heavenly. Her own things, her own space, her own rules. The more she thought if it, the wider Isabelle's smile spread across her face.
Song for this post
I'm Gonna Find Another You - John Mayer
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House Bitching After The Storm
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Postad:2 october 2022 7:02 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:22 october 2022 7:32 pm 18023 besök
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The hurricane is gone and now we all scramble to make some money again But, it is Sunday, so I cleaned up and marketed on social media. All the while, I check out new music because it is one of my hobbies. New musicians give me hope that art will become less corporate....
Ah, well...we can dream, right?
My newest obsessions are:
Marcus King Band - Marcus is only 26 and talented way beyond his years. Blues/Country crossover that puts most to shame and a Carolina boy to boot.
Goodbye Carolina - Marcus King / The Opry
Rita Is Gone - Marcus King Band / Jam In The Van
Goodtime Charlie's Got The Blues - Marcus King / Carter Vintage Guitars
Billy Strings - Hailing from Lansing Michigan and only 29. Bluegrass never had a shining star like this hit so hard at so young, since Doc Watson, and a voice like Hank Williams Sr....A crooner who can flat pick
Dust In A Baggie - Billy Strings / Live at The Opry
Freeborn Man - Billy Strings Don Julin / Fountain Park Summer Concert
This Heart of Mine - Billy Strings / Pine Creek Lodge
Summertime - Billy Strings and Marcus King
Enjoy
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Let Me Feel The Sound and Fury
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Postad:1 october 2022 6:35 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:21 februari 2024 3:06 am 17561 besök
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I lived in Key West when Hurricane Andrew blew by at 220 mph wind force. It was a Cat 5 and scary as hell. Of course I acted as if it was no big deal and walked out of a local bar at sunrise not knowing the devastation we missed. Hugo hit Charlotte a few years before as a Cat 2, and I was partying in a field having a Lieutenant Dan moment in rain gear. Yeah, well I decided I wanted no part of hurricanes anymore when I moved to the mountains. Here I am back in a hurricane zone, and not happy about it.
I am in awe of, and equally terrified of mother nature.
She is an amazing force, that will whip your ass with no regard to your life.
Hurricane Ian landed here on Friday afternoon. I sat and watched the ocean as it grew more and more pissed off. From my balcony, I could hear and feel the fury it was unleashing on the sand as well. The hound just hid under the dining room table
Yeah, this is paradise, it has a price, and it is a big ass hurricane.
When it breached the dunes, I just sat and watched from my balcony, because we are on a higher level. At that point, there is nothing to do, but conceive what you will do if the worst happens. If it doesn't, then everything is good. I had food, my dog, and a safe perch. 80 mph wind seems tame compared to 220, just sayin. Sure the trees start breaking, and power goes out - However, 80 is a bad storm, a little scary but not terrifying....But that water...it is a power giant.
The eye passed over. That eerie fucking eye, it gives you hope that its all over. The sun comes out and the wind stills. You think all is good, and then you see the back end of the hurricane coming in the horizon. It is dark and foreboding. As it should be. The reality is it usually packs a punch. This one did not.
Needless to say, the hound and I are still here. I keep asking myself if its worth it. I get a call from Mom, the reason I am here...
The alien is still alive and well, stranded in a hurricane zone...Joy
Song for this post
Hurricanes - Dido
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The Fuckening
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Postad:28 september 2022 8:13 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:15 februari 2024 12:33 am 10968 besök
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Isabelle sat in the chair with her legs crossed which showed a peek of her damp little cunt sheathed in white cotton between her legs under the mini skirt. He acted as if he didn't notice, but when she shifted, the cotton tightened and visibly showed the dampness. Isabelle had pumped her clit while in the bathroom on her break and was so creamy, she could almost smell her sweet aroma. She shifted in her seat a little to ease the ache.
She found her eyes roaming to his crotch and back to his handsome face. Her hole opened and tightened while she spoke and the cotton dampened more. He flirted a little and gave her a smile that made her cunt wetter. She asked him if he could help her on a project. He agreed to look at it so she stood and bent over the file cabinet to get the file. Her ass swayed as she looked and he stood and bent over offering to help her find it. His hand squeezed her waist. She tingled inside.
His hand slid down and lifted her skirt slightly as he whispered into her ear,"I can't find it either and yet, I have found a beautiful alternative"
Isabelle giggled and wriggled to his hand, lifting her ass a bit and her feet opened more, allowing him access. His other hand slid up and touched outside her panties. She could feel the tickle of his fingertips on her swollen clad pussy. She let a soft little moan escape. She knew he felt the heat and damp material, it excited her more.
Her breath began to become shorter, more shallow. Her nostrils flared, and her nipples hardened, yet he continued to tease. Isabelle sucked in her lower lip and bit it sexily. Her steaminess was becoming a flaming fire between her legs. Her clit was a throbbing beacon at this point. But Isabelle stopped a second. The trepidation filled her voice, "But you are my boss" she managed to say raspily.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, knowing her answer.
"No please, more" she whimpered the words and arched her back so his fingers glanced the fabric over her creamy clit.
"Good girl" He cooed in her ear as his hand slid around and tugged outside her bra at her hard nipple.
Isabelle moaned deeper and spread her legs more, his fingers now rubbed at her clit under her panties and she squirted making the whole crotch of her panties soaked.
Yes, this rabbit hole was going to be memorable...
Song for this post
Niia - Los Feliz
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