Masuimi Max thinks i should be a model. Bwahaha!
It was an interesting weekend, to say the least. As usual there was good, bad, and a little ugly. Caffeine withdrawal to the point of headache and body spasm = ugly, I think. As does badly dressed little gang bangers at the LA Bondage Ball. Seriously, people, enforce a dress code. If I’m gonna get all super sexy in latex, I wanna see more other people looking super sexy. The stained white t shirts, backward baseball caps, and shorts just weren’t doing it for me. Or anyone I talked to, for that matter. Motherfucking LA. (On a side note, Microsoft Word acknowledges that motherfucking is a word.)
So Miss Penny and Master Blaine were up at my place for the weekend, which was nice. I find myself a lot better able to take care of them at my place. I tried my best not only to do the usual cooking delicious food bit, but to help Them relax between errands, Bondagey stuff, and photoshoots. I’m not sure if I did enough though, or what it’ll take to truly help out. I definitely cooked Miss Penny and Master Blaine delicious food, and sent Them home with even more. That was good. I was pretty damn glad to be able to at least take care of Them in that respect. I just find myself pretty constantly worrying that I’m not good enough. It’s probably because I’ve been told that a lot of my life (insert sob story here), and it’s definitely something I need to get over. It’s just something I still need to work on. Like everyone, I’m a work in progress.
One of the really fun things, at least for me, was actually getting to play all tied to my bed. I’ve had this very bondage friendly bed for a couple of years at this point, and since buying it, have really wanted to be tied to it and toyed with. This past weekend was the first time that really happened, besides me tying myself, which always ends in a race between the strength of my bladder and my speed in untying myself. But I digress. . . Miss Penny tied me to my bed at some point on the 4th, and beat me with what seemed like the entire contents of the toy bag, aside from Master Blaine’s singletail. I loved the beating, and being tied in a few different and interesting ways, but I found myself struggling with “taking it.” I guess it was one of my low pain tolerance days, or lower, plus, I’m finding that being in more restrictive bondage makes me focus more on the bondage, and how I feel in the bondage, and less on handling the pain. But I really did love being tied and having Miss Penny beat the snot out of me a bit while being all comfy on my bed. I found that I squirmed and twisted in the bondage a whole lot, and turned it into a complete cluster-fuck, and I’m sorry for that. I really did love being tied, even when it got all funny and convoluted.
I think I may have been a bit too loud, since Master Blaine, who was taking a nap, came in fairly wide awake, and joined in the beating and merriment, as well as the mocking me for entirely getting myself tangled, spider web style in the rope. Whoops. I really loved having the both of Them toying with me, but it came to and end all too quickly, at least in my very biased opinion. But we all know, I am quite the insatiable pain-slut at times. I really appreciated Miss Penny tying me to the bed before Sunday’s photoshoot. I don’t mind sharing my furniture, but I think I would have had a hard time watching other girls tied to a bed I bought basically for bondage and never got to be tied to. It was great of Miss Penny and Master Blaine to remember that and tie me first. But it was time to get stuff done, and, being the kind and merciful Dominants that They are, They put me in rather tight breast bondage, definitely the tightest I’ve ever experienced, and we got to work setting up for the next day’s photoshoot for Miss Penny’s fantastic website, CURVYPERVY.COM (coming soon!!! Promote promote promote). I really liked being all tied, and the occasional whacks to the suddenly hyper-sensitive tits. There was something incredibly submissive feeling about scrubbing the hell out of my bathroom on my hands and knees while all tied in Master Blaine’s rope, with my tits tingling and the hemp digging into my clit in a delicious, yet slightly irritating way. Especially when Miss Penny walked by and smacked my ass. I don’t know. It’s the weird every day things done in submissive ways that really make me feel totally submissive, not the play, not matter how wonderful it may be. Not saying I’m not feeling submissive during play, just that the simple every day things really highlight my role. All the dirtiness is icing on the cake. We were all nice and productive, and then boom! Naptime before the LA Bondage Ball. Initially, we were just watching TV and having a little dinner, and I fell asleep at Miss Penny and Master Blaine’s feet, actually snuggling with (and probably drooling on) Master Blaine’s foot. I’m apparently developing a foot thing. And a smelly sweaty bits thing, sometimes, on rare occasions. Unfortunately, I had to come out of the bondage before naptime, as I actually wanted to get some rest and when tied all I could focus on was sensitive tits and crotch rope. Master Blaine was nice enough to not only untie me but let me snuggle with my face buried in all the delicious hemp rope. It was a beautiful nap.
The bondage ball was, in and of itself an experience. We didn’t play, since it felt like more of a stand around and people watch place, and wasn’t necessarily the kind of play we enjoy, but it was still fun. I got to wear my super cute, brand new latex sailor dress, which went over well and I actually felt pretty in. It takes a really good dress to feel that pretty. Both Miss Penny and Master Blaine telling me I looked super pretty, which I know They don’t do lightly, was also a help, as was Masuimi Max trying to rope me into modeling. Flattering as hell, to say the least. Especially coming from someone who is apparently a very good model. I mean sure, I’ve got the ability to make incredibly asinine faces at incredibly inopportune times when a camera is in front of me, but that definitely does not make a model. It was incredibly kind of her to say. After watching Miss Penny and Master Blaine shooting, i do kinda want to try modeling, at least for Miss Penny and Master Blaine. It is fun watching Them shoot, and I’d love to be on the other end of Their camera. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Also, whoever doesn’t like bacon wrapped hot dogs is straight up wrong. Normally I won’t say that. But having a bacon wrapped hot dog after the bondage ball, still in fetish wear was a pretty damn perfect end to a party. Though the perfect end to the night was taking off Miss Penny and Master Blaine’s boots, butt naked after being kicked and smooshed by Their feet. I’m a fan of boots, so getting to take care of Miss Penny and Master Blaine while in big sexy delicious boots was the perfect way to end a night. I wound up with my face in Master Blaine’s freshly empty boot for a while too, which was strangely meditative and relaxing.
Sunday, we had a shoot at my place for curvypervy. It was fun watching hot girls in skimpy outfits and rope rolling all over my furniture. It was the first ever curvypervy barbecue as well I guess. I made my very magical, top secret ribs, garlic lime shrimp, bbq chicken, bacon wrapped asparagus, grilled veggies, guacamole, cherry pie, and sour cream ice cream from scratch. And people ate lots of it. I was happy to convert noon-rib people into rib people, beer drinkers into mojito drinkers, and all kinds of other things. I absolutely love cooking for and entertaining people, especially Miss Penny and Master Blaine. When I got Them to do happy meat dances and make funny noises simply from eating my ribs and drinking mojitos, I knew I had something right. Of course, in the middle of the photo shoot, my caffeine dependant self got sick, presumably from caffeine withdrawals, plus the strobe going off in a very small apartment, where theres not really a space to get away from the strobe. I had gone three days without the coffee, which is about 2 and a half days more than I usually go without the delicious, brown, godly nectar. Ok, that really didn’t sound right.
So yeah, early in the photoshoot, the headache started, and by the time they were halfway through, I couldn’t see straight, felt like my head was going to explode with each flash, was sick to my stomach, and shaking hard. I thought I was just over tired, since it had been a late night, and a little caffeine trouble but my god, I got sick. Master Blaine had to hand the shooting over to Miss Penny and take me to find coffee, which I really appreciated in the middle of the shoot. I felt so bad since I got super sick in the middle of things, and felt like I had absolutely ruined Miss Penny and Master Blaine’s shoot, but They reassured me that it was ok. They did tell me I’m going to have to work on my caffeine problem though, which, as much as I hate to say it, I agree with. I realize it is going to be harder than I thought now, since I had such an extreme reaction to a measly 3 days without the coffee, but I think I can do it. Trying to switch from afternoon coffee to afternoon tea, since its lower than caffeine this week. Hopefully by the end of next week, morning tea too. We’ll see. But the photoshoot was fun. One model in particular I really, really enjoyed. She is going to be really good with a bit of work, I think. Not that I know a whole lot about modeling.
I’m having a rough week this week. Some of it is carryover from the weekend. As much fun as I had on Sunday, I have trouble having people in my house who I don’t know, seeing furniture moved around, and things made messy. Miss Penny and Master Blaine were great about helping me clean stuff up and everything. I just found myself extremely overwhelmed. Also, having Them leave right afterwards was a struggle for me. I wound up crying on my living room floor till I fell asleep, for some reason. Normally my reaction isn’t that strong. I get sad when They leave, but bounce back. This was weird.
The carryover stresses of the weekend, plus some other factors has me stressing pretty good and feeling very low this week. Some of it is my regularly scheduled low on the vicious cycle of manic depression, some is not. I know I’m going to get through it all; I always seem to. I just feel kinda hopeless, and very exhausted at this point. I have trouble sleeping in general, more trouble when not with Miss Penny and Master Blaine, and more when I’m feeling low. So I’ve been very awake at nights for the past 3 nights. I now know that the sprinklers in the front of the building go on at 3 in the morning. I’m looking forward to having a weekend or 2, or maybe even part of 3 with Miss Penny or Master Blaine before going on what is now feeling like a VERY long 3 week trip with my father. I feel like there are a few things up in the air, that maybe need to get worked out, or at least discussed, and that can happen in the coming weeks. I’m looking forward to seeing Them this weekend. I may need one other weekend at home before leaving on the 25th though, or at least a few week days in a row. We’ll figure it out.
So Miss Penny and Master Blaine were up at my place for the weekend, which was nice. I find myself a lot better able to take care of them at my place. I tried my best not only to do the usual cooking delicious food bit, but to help Them relax between errands, Bondagey stuff, and photoshoots. I’m not sure if I did enough though, or what it’ll take to truly help out. I definitely cooked Miss Penny and Master Blaine delicious food, and sent Them home with even more. That was good. I was pretty damn glad to be able to at least take care of Them in that respect. I just find myself pretty constantly worrying that I’m not good enough. It’s probably because I’ve been told that a lot of my life (insert sob story here), and it’s definitely something I need to get over. It’s just something I still need to work on. Like everyone, I’m a work in progress.
One of the really fun things, at least for me, was actually getting to play all tied to my bed. I’ve had this very bondage friendly bed for a couple of years at this point, and since buying it, have really wanted to be tied to it and toyed with. This past weekend was the first time that really happened, besides me tying myself, which always ends in a race between the strength of my bladder and my speed in untying myself. But I digress. . . Miss Penny tied me to my bed at some point on the 4th, and beat me with what seemed like the entire contents of the toy bag, aside from Master Blaine’s singletail. I loved the beating, and being tied in a few different and interesting ways, but I found myself struggling with “taking it.” I guess it was one of my low pain tolerance days, or lower, plus, I’m finding that being in more restrictive bondage makes me focus more on the bondage, and how I feel in the bondage, and less on handling the pain. But I really did love being tied and having Miss Penny beat the snot out of me a bit while being all comfy on my bed. I found that I squirmed and twisted in the bondage a whole lot, and turned it into a complete cluster-fuck, and I’m sorry for that. I really did love being tied, even when it got all funny and convoluted.
I think I may have been a bit too loud, since Master Blaine, who was taking a nap, came in fairly wide awake, and joined in the beating and merriment, as well as the mocking me for entirely getting myself tangled, spider web style in the rope. Whoops. I really loved having the both of Them toying with me, but it came to and end all too quickly, at least in my very biased opinion. But we all know, I am quite the insatiable pain-slut at times. I really appreciated Miss Penny tying me to the bed before Sunday’s photoshoot. I don’t mind sharing my furniture, but I think I would have had a hard time watching other girls tied to a bed I bought basically for bondage and never got to be tied to. It was great of Miss Penny and Master Blaine to remember that and tie me first. But it was time to get stuff done, and, being the kind and merciful Dominants that They are, They put me in rather tight breast bondage, definitely the tightest I’ve ever experienced, and we got to work setting up for the next day’s photoshoot for Miss Penny’s fantastic website, CURVYPERVY.COM (coming soon!!! Promote promote promote). I really liked being all tied, and the occasional whacks to the suddenly hyper-sensitive tits. There was something incredibly submissive feeling about scrubbing the hell out of my bathroom on my hands and knees while all tied in Master Blaine’s rope, with my tits tingling and the hemp digging into my clit in a delicious, yet slightly irritating way. Especially when Miss Penny walked by and smacked my ass. I don’t know. It’s the weird every day things done in submissive ways that really make me feel totally submissive, not the play, not matter how wonderful it may be. Not saying I’m not feeling submissive during play, just that the simple every day things really highlight my role. All the dirtiness is icing on the cake. We were all nice and productive, and then boom! Naptime before the LA Bondage Ball. Initially, we were just watching TV and having a little dinner, and I fell asleep at Miss Penny and Master Blaine’s feet, actually snuggling with (and probably drooling on) Master Blaine’s foot. I’m apparently developing a foot thing. And a smelly sweaty bits thing, sometimes, on rare occasions. Unfortunately, I had to come out of the bondage before naptime, as I actually wanted to get some rest and when tied all I could focus on was sensitive tits and crotch rope. Master Blaine was nice enough to not only untie me but let me snuggle with my face buried in all the delicious hemp rope. It was a beautiful nap.
The bondage ball was, in and of itself an experience. We didn’t play, since it felt like more of a stand around and people watch place, and wasn’t necessarily the kind of play we enjoy, but it was still fun. I got to wear my super cute, brand new latex sailor dress, which went over well and I actually felt pretty in. It takes a really good dress to feel that pretty. Both Miss Penny and Master Blaine telling me I looked super pretty, which I know They don’t do lightly, was also a help, as was Masuimi Max trying to rope me into modeling. Flattering as hell, to say the least. Especially coming from someone who is apparently a very good model. I mean sure, I’ve got the ability to make incredibly asinine faces at incredibly inopportune times when a camera is in front of me, but that definitely does not make a model. It was incredibly kind of her to say. After watching Miss Penny and Master Blaine shooting, i do kinda want to try modeling, at least for Miss Penny and Master Blaine. It is fun watching Them shoot, and I’d love to be on the other end of Their camera. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Also, whoever doesn’t like bacon wrapped hot dogs is straight up wrong. Normally I won’t say that. But having a bacon wrapped hot dog after the bondage ball, still in fetish wear was a pretty damn perfect end to a party. Though the perfect end to the night was taking off Miss Penny and Master Blaine’s boots, butt naked after being kicked and smooshed by Their feet. I’m a fan of boots, so getting to take care of Miss Penny and Master Blaine while in big sexy delicious boots was the perfect way to end a night. I wound up with my face in Master Blaine’s freshly empty boot for a while too, which was strangely meditative and relaxing.
Sunday, we had a shoot at my place for curvypervy. It was fun watching hot girls in skimpy outfits and rope rolling all over my furniture. It was the first ever curvypervy barbecue as well I guess. I made my very magical, top secret ribs, garlic lime shrimp, bbq chicken, bacon wrapped asparagus, grilled veggies, guacamole, cherry pie, and sour cream ice cream from scratch. And people ate lots of it. I was happy to convert noon-rib people into rib people, beer drinkers into mojito drinkers, and all kinds of other things. I absolutely love cooking for and entertaining people, especially Miss Penny and Master Blaine. When I got Them to do happy meat dances and make funny noises simply from eating my ribs and drinking mojitos, I knew I had something right. Of course, in the middle of the photo shoot, my caffeine dependant self got sick, presumably from caffeine withdrawals, plus the strobe going off in a very small apartment, where theres not really a space to get away from the strobe. I had gone three days without the coffee, which is about 2 and a half days more than I usually go without the delicious, brown, godly nectar. Ok, that really didn’t sound right.
So yeah, early in the photoshoot, the headache started, and by the time they were halfway through, I couldn’t see straight, felt like my head was going to explode with each flash, was sick to my stomach, and shaking hard. I thought I was just over tired, since it had been a late night, and a little caffeine trouble but my god, I got sick. Master Blaine had to hand the shooting over to Miss Penny and take me to find coffee, which I really appreciated in the middle of the shoot. I felt so bad since I got super sick in the middle of things, and felt like I had absolutely ruined Miss Penny and Master Blaine’s shoot, but They reassured me that it was ok. They did tell me I’m going to have to work on my caffeine problem though, which, as much as I hate to say it, I agree with. I realize it is going to be harder than I thought now, since I had such an extreme reaction to a measly 3 days without the coffee, but I think I can do it. Trying to switch from afternoon coffee to afternoon tea, since its lower than caffeine this week. Hopefully by the end of next week, morning tea too. We’ll see. But the photoshoot was fun. One model in particular I really, really enjoyed. She is going to be really good with a bit of work, I think. Not that I know a whole lot about modeling.
I’m having a rough week this week. Some of it is carryover from the weekend. As much fun as I had on Sunday, I have trouble having people in my house who I don’t know, seeing furniture moved around, and things made messy. Miss Penny and Master Blaine were great about helping me clean stuff up and everything. I just found myself extremely overwhelmed. Also, having Them leave right afterwards was a struggle for me. I wound up crying on my living room floor till I fell asleep, for some reason. Normally my reaction isn’t that strong. I get sad when They leave, but bounce back. This was weird.
The carryover stresses of the weekend, plus some other factors has me stressing pretty good and feeling very low this week. Some of it is my regularly scheduled low on the vicious cycle of manic depression, some is not. I know I’m going to get through it all; I always seem to. I just feel kinda hopeless, and very exhausted at this point. I have trouble sleeping in general, more trouble when not with Miss Penny and Master Blaine, and more when I’m feeling low. So I’ve been very awake at nights for the past 3 nights. I now know that the sprinklers in the front of the building go on at 3 in the morning. I’m looking forward to having a weekend or 2, or maybe even part of 3 with Miss Penny or Master Blaine before going on what is now feeling like a VERY long 3 week trip with my father. I feel like there are a few things up in the air, that maybe need to get worked out, or at least discussed, and that can happen in the coming weeks. I’m looking forward to seeing Them this weekend. I may need one other weekend at home before leaving on the 25th though, or at least a few week days in a row. We’ll figure it out.