Blowouts of the vehicular and intestinal variety
First and foremost, I’d like to question the state of the world where fast food restaurants are open 24/7, but I can’t get a new tire after 8 on a Sunday, even on a heavily traveled route, like the one from SD to LA. I mean sure, the french fries were comforting while I sat and waited for my poor little donut to cool down, but still. Gah.
I spent this weekend down in SD with Miss Penny and Master Blaine. We had a lot of fun and were actually incredibly productive this whole weekend, which was a good thing. I know that Miss Penny is stressing a lot about the huge number of orders she has going on, so I was glad to be able to help Her out a little in getting things done. I’m still not the best latex-er but I was able to help with little things, and with the cutest dress ever, which She was making for me. I’m happy to have something all shiny and new, and even happier that Miss Penny found time to make it. The matching hat is the cutest, most ridiculous thing ever.
Friday night, after they got off work, Miss Penny, Master Blaine, and I went and had a few drinks, and met a friend of Theirs who was in town. It was a good time. I remember a good bit of laughter but something was way off, either with my system, something in the drinks, or both. I got super sick drunk off of an amount of liquor that wouldn’t do a whole lot of me. Impressively enough, I managed to maintain pretty well until Master Blaine got me back to my car, when I let forth a powerful flood of viscera and red peppers from my insides, frightening enough to send small children and animals running for cover. Ok, a bit dramatic, but it was gross. Funny enough, my intestinal fireworks did not end there. While the memory is fuzzy, I believed I tried to talk Master Blaine into letting me give him a blow job in the car, right there, fairly early in the night, with foot traffic going by. Apparently he said no, and I threw up in his crotch. Not very submissive, but incredibly funny. I’m sorry I threw up in His crotch. Though apparently, throwing up in the crotch is a bit of a turn on. Master Blaine and I ended up having a bit of fun, dirty, twisted sex before falling into a deep, dark, sick slumber.
I feel awful for getting sick, as that probably messed up the evening, both for Master Blaine, who ended up seriously taking care of me, and for Miss Penny, who we abandoned with other friends. I’m still wondering what went wrong with me that night, since I was definitely not being irresponsibly drunk or anything. I just hate that I messed up an evening which had the potential to be crazy fun. I’m sorry for that, even though I know that its not my fault at all, it just kind of happened.
Upon waking up, still curled up next to Master Blaine (I guess Miss Penny slept all cozy in my bed that night), there was the most normal sex of my life, after a bit of mocking for the way I suck on my teddy bear in my sleep. I’ve always had rough sex, or sex in weird places, or some freaky combination of the two, but sick/hungover morning sex with Master Blaine was fairly standard, normal sex. And, you know what? It was actually fun. In a gentle, relaxed kind of way. I think I’d do it again. But I still want the freaky rough stuff too. And that got taken care of later in the weekend. Whee.
Master Blaine and I got up earlier than Miss Penny, so we chose to get stuff done, after heading to the office, where I had left my toothbrush. After a drunk/sick/hungover night, I really needed a toothbrush. Master Blaine and I were pretty productive after that. We scraped the bottom of one of the dinghys, which was fun in the splashing around in the water way, but not in the looking at squishy things while totally nauseated way. But it was a good day. We had hangover food once Miss Penny got up, and then I crashed out for a good 3 hours, after which there was some dinner cooking, some fun in rope, and a lot of helping Miss Penny while tied up in rope. She did an interesting tie that tightened in my crotch every time I moved. And I moved a whole lot. What can I say? It felt totally good.
I’ve been playing a lot with rope on my own lately, so seeing the different things that Miss Penny and Master Blaine do on me, and comparing them to what I do has been interesting. I really want to figure out what Miss Penny did that made the rope tighten every time I squirmed. I really love seeing the difference in ropework between Miss Penny and Master Blaine. Their styles are a bit similar, but for some funny reason, having each of Them tie me feels totally different. I can’t exactly explain how, but I can definitely say different.
Sunday Morning, Master Blaine and I had another Point Loma Launderland adventure. It is amazing how much more quickly things go when there’s someone else doing the laundry with me, especially the folding bits. I’m getting quicker and quicker at folding, but its still not something I’m entirely enthusiastic about. It was nice having Master Blaine there with me, and we got done and back to the office quickly and easily. I helped Miss Penny with latex more, and we finished my super cute new dress! HEE! It felt like the day went super quickly, and it was time to go. Master Blaine and I had a quick and very dirty romp in His office while Miss Penny was working, and then it was off on the road for me. Partway home, my tire completely blew out. That was a pain
Interesting enough, despite it being primarily a working weekend, there seemed to be a lot of giggling going on. Just hanging out with Miss Penny and Master Blaine was fun, and the remarkable displays of bodily functions really played into all of our fairly juvenile senses of humor. It was nice getting the chance to giggle and laugh with Miss Penny and Master Blaine, even while being all productive and working.
I’m definitely looking forward to bondage and barbecue and all kinds of other filth next weekend. I’ve gotta get my apartment clean to make it the perfect little porn set. But that shouldn’t be too hard. It’s a cute little apartment.
I spent this weekend down in SD with Miss Penny and Master Blaine. We had a lot of fun and were actually incredibly productive this whole weekend, which was a good thing. I know that Miss Penny is stressing a lot about the huge number of orders she has going on, so I was glad to be able to help Her out a little in getting things done. I’m still not the best latex-er but I was able to help with little things, and with the cutest dress ever, which She was making for me. I’m happy to have something all shiny and new, and even happier that Miss Penny found time to make it. The matching hat is the cutest, most ridiculous thing ever.
Friday night, after they got off work, Miss Penny, Master Blaine, and I went and had a few drinks, and met a friend of Theirs who was in town. It was a good time. I remember a good bit of laughter but something was way off, either with my system, something in the drinks, or both. I got super sick drunk off of an amount of liquor that wouldn’t do a whole lot of me. Impressively enough, I managed to maintain pretty well until Master Blaine got me back to my car, when I let forth a powerful flood of viscera and red peppers from my insides, frightening enough to send small children and animals running for cover. Ok, a bit dramatic, but it was gross. Funny enough, my intestinal fireworks did not end there. While the memory is fuzzy, I believed I tried to talk Master Blaine into letting me give him a blow job in the car, right there, fairly early in the night, with foot traffic going by. Apparently he said no, and I threw up in his crotch. Not very submissive, but incredibly funny. I’m sorry I threw up in His crotch. Though apparently, throwing up in the crotch is a bit of a turn on. Master Blaine and I ended up having a bit of fun, dirty, twisted sex before falling into a deep, dark, sick slumber.
I feel awful for getting sick, as that probably messed up the evening, both for Master Blaine, who ended up seriously taking care of me, and for Miss Penny, who we abandoned with other friends. I’m still wondering what went wrong with me that night, since I was definitely not being irresponsibly drunk or anything. I just hate that I messed up an evening which had the potential to be crazy fun. I’m sorry for that, even though I know that its not my fault at all, it just kind of happened.
Upon waking up, still curled up next to Master Blaine (I guess Miss Penny slept all cozy in my bed that night), there was the most normal sex of my life, after a bit of mocking for the way I suck on my teddy bear in my sleep. I’ve always had rough sex, or sex in weird places, or some freaky combination of the two, but sick/hungover morning sex with Master Blaine was fairly standard, normal sex. And, you know what? It was actually fun. In a gentle, relaxed kind of way. I think I’d do it again. But I still want the freaky rough stuff too. And that got taken care of later in the weekend. Whee.
Master Blaine and I got up earlier than Miss Penny, so we chose to get stuff done, after heading to the office, where I had left my toothbrush. After a drunk/sick/hungover night, I really needed a toothbrush. Master Blaine and I were pretty productive after that. We scraped the bottom of one of the dinghys, which was fun in the splashing around in the water way, but not in the looking at squishy things while totally nauseated way. But it was a good day. We had hangover food once Miss Penny got up, and then I crashed out for a good 3 hours, after which there was some dinner cooking, some fun in rope, and a lot of helping Miss Penny while tied up in rope. She did an interesting tie that tightened in my crotch every time I moved. And I moved a whole lot. What can I say? It felt totally good.
I’ve been playing a lot with rope on my own lately, so seeing the different things that Miss Penny and Master Blaine do on me, and comparing them to what I do has been interesting. I really want to figure out what Miss Penny did that made the rope tighten every time I squirmed. I really love seeing the difference in ropework between Miss Penny and Master Blaine. Their styles are a bit similar, but for some funny reason, having each of Them tie me feels totally different. I can’t exactly explain how, but I can definitely say different.
Sunday Morning, Master Blaine and I had another Point Loma Launderland adventure. It is amazing how much more quickly things go when there’s someone else doing the laundry with me, especially the folding bits. I’m getting quicker and quicker at folding, but its still not something I’m entirely enthusiastic about. It was nice having Master Blaine there with me, and we got done and back to the office quickly and easily. I helped Miss Penny with latex more, and we finished my super cute new dress! HEE! It felt like the day went super quickly, and it was time to go. Master Blaine and I had a quick and very dirty romp in His office while Miss Penny was working, and then it was off on the road for me. Partway home, my tire completely blew out. That was a pain
Interesting enough, despite it being primarily a working weekend, there seemed to be a lot of giggling going on. Just hanging out with Miss Penny and Master Blaine was fun, and the remarkable displays of bodily functions really played into all of our fairly juvenile senses of humor. It was nice getting the chance to giggle and laugh with Miss Penny and Master Blaine, even while being all productive and working.
I’m definitely looking forward to bondage and barbecue and all kinds of other filth next weekend. I’ve gotta get my apartment clean to make it the perfect little porn set. But that shouldn’t be too hard. It’s a cute little apartment.