I don't know what to call this...an update?

Some days, I get really stuck in a vanilla rut.  I've been trapped working 12 hours a day for the past two days, stressing at work every 3 minutes that I'm going to be a citation for even looking at DNA incorrectly.  It's become increasingly obvious that our CAP inspection is coming up and the higher ups are starting to realize some stuff about work protocol is a little lax.  The dust collecting on some of the machines should have been an indicator, but nope, they sit in their offices, eating candies and gossiping, completely oblivious to...well, everything.

In other, more exciting, kink-related news, M0cojute.com is now a thing.  I've considered moving my blog over there, but I'm mighty lazy.  I might consider it while on vacation in about a week or so.  If you're interested in rope, you should purchase now, there's a 20% grand opening sale if you use the code augustsale54.  Jute rope for these prices, with a sale on top of it?  You would think that M0co's suffering from some kind of brain damage!  Sale only lasts until the 11th.  Then we go on vacation :)

We received our one piece mouth lock a few days ago.  It's created by the evil Mr. Leto and it's really just a fabulous torture device.  My mouth is strangely big for my head and a lot of times I can't find gags that fit me properly: they are usually way too small.  We occasionally run into the way too big gags and they're a bit frightening.  I just imagine a human being able to unhinge their jaw in the same manner snakes do to ingest pretty big prey.  Except prey in this instance is penis.

Speaking of penises, M0co ran into the issue with our old ring gag that his cock couldn't fit in it to face fuck properly.  I heard this was the case with a lot of ring gags.  Is that done on purpose?  

Enter Mr. Leto's gag: it's a custom sized one piece gag that fits (somewhat) comfortably inside the mouth.  Once there, it can be opened wider to prevent the wearer from pushing it out.  More importantly, M0co's penis actually fits in it and allows him to face fuck!

Of course, in true M0co fashion, he tied my arms behind me and pulled my hair to control my head.  It was the fastest he's ever cum. 

My only regret was eating chocolate immediately before using the gag.  Brown drool is decidedly unsexy to me.

How DNA Taught me to be a Better Person (Robot?)

I remember being in 6^th grade and learning about DNA for the first time; I was watching Jurassic Park.  Dinosaurs were made of DNA.  I’m made of DNA.  If I take DNA from a mosquito, stick it in a frog egg, I can make dinosaurs! ...What the hell is DNA?

Fast forward through middle school and high school and I finally learn what DNA is from general Biology courses. DNA is a genetic blueprint. DNA eventually makes RNA which makes proteins.  Watson and Crick.  Central Dogma.  DNA to RNA to protein.  DNA to RNA to protein.  This is how it is.  This is always how it is; it goes in this direction and only this direction.  It’s predictable and understandable.  Still unsure of how to make dinosaurs from mosquitos and frogs’ eggs, but I’m sure college will tell me.

Imagine the confusion of me going to college and learning that it’s not that simple.  That RNA can make DNA.  Or that RNA can make RNA.  After all those years of things being a certain way, it’s suddenly not that way anymore.  Oh, and it’s pretty much impossible to make dinosaurs from mosquitos and frogs (which I guess is a bonus for me because I’m absolutely terrified of frogs.)

At this point, I realized I have two options: I can both ignore this fact and continue to only believe in The Central Dogma (DNA to RNA to protein) and be stuck in this outdated way of thinking or I can learn the rest of the story.  Knowing I wouldn’t get very far as a Scientist without being open-minded, I read the research articles, took the classes, and replicated the experiments.

Maybe for the first year or so, I would still pause in the middle of whatever I was doing and think, “Hey man, this can’t be right…the Central Dogma says…oh…riiiiight….”  I’d draw the Central Dogma out and then doodle frowny faces around it because I felt like I had been lied to.  I threw away my Jurassic Park VHS away in a fit of anger (Okay, so I threw that away with the advent of DVDs, but you catch my drift….).  I eventually learned and figured it out with practice and patience.  Plus, I learned a lot of awesome things (“I use miRNA to silence mRNAs.  It’s like RNA blackmail,” and “HIV uses reverse transcriptase to FUCK SHIT UP,” are among the awesome things I can now claim I know.)

Nowadays, when I talk about DNA, I don’t automatically go, “Ah, DNA to RNA to protein!” I mean, that’s still in the back of my head, but I know that isn’t the whole story.  I know that proteins can modify proteins.  I know that there are viruses that are only RNA.  Epigenetics alters gene expression without ever changing the blue-print.  I know the flow of genetic information isn’t a straight line; there are millions of lines, many of which I may never learn about, see, or experience.  And that’s okay.

But why just stop at DNA?

I realized that a lot of things I thought I knew or understood were only a part of the whole story.  My definitions of things, while not necessarily inaccurate, may not be someone else’s definition.  There are millions of ways to do one thing, not just the one “right" way.  There may be things I won’t ever learn, see, or experience.  And that’s okay, as long as I keep an open mind and a willingness to learn.

Still no dinosaur, yet, though. 

Diets. Lifestyles, Dungeons

Earlier this week, I had written a fairly long, slightly angry, wholly depressing blog about being jealous of a girl I had met last year and how that had manifested into this big crazy thing in which I ended up hating myself, getting depressed and getting "fat".  I put fat in quotes because I know I am far from what the actual idea of overweight looks like...well, to most Americans.  Maybe not by Daddy's standards.  I have gained something like 5 lbs in the last few months.  I know that 5 lbs doesn't seem like much, but when you aren't very big to begin with, it's really noticeable.  Rather than subject you to the whining (plus, I'm not sure if said girl follows my blog, but it could be potentially awkward if she were to read it and understand the love-hate-love-hate I feel for her, someone I barely know) I started to overhaul my diet and exercise routines.  No more grains, no more sugars, no more fun at all.  Basically, my drug-free, (mostly) alcohol-free existence is now also carb-free.

It's going on to Day 3 of lifestyle change and my entire body aches.  I have ran a total of 6 miles so far, adding another 3 today.  I've also done more than 2 hours of yoga and rock climbing.  I'm pretty sure my hair hurts, that's how out of shape I am.

I had forgotten how much I hate salads and a brief talk with Issa and Moco mentioning how much they wanted Taco Bell made me momentarily hate them.  Don't they know fun foods are the enemy?  I've been living off fruits, vegetables and nuts/seeds.  I feel like some kind of rodent.  Especially because I'm on a treadmill for 30 minutes a day, running in place, Dieselboy blaring in my ears while I stare, gaping like a stunned trout, at a silenced TV.

I'll probably update the whole healthy lifestyle thing periodically.  and I probably should include pictures! but it's 7:30 am and not in the mood to get out of bed.  I'll start doing the picture thing sometime this afternoon. 

All I want for Christmas is an inquisition...image from the internet somewhere

This Friday was supposed to be Daddy's Party and DC Dungeon.  Lovingly named "Pipechairs and Pears" for device bondage and the Pear of Anguish, this was to be one of the more intense parties in the area. Hard bondage, hard torture, similar to a set of Insex.  Sir Ron even built a wild amount of furniture and devices for play.  It was going to be amazing.  But no, it's not going to happen.

DCDungeon made the grand announcement that it's moving locations!  It's gotten so big and popular that it needs a new space.  Can't wait, it's going to be great!  But where is this new space?  IT DOESN'T EXIST YET.  In order to operate a (legal) play space, a fuck ton of paperwork and permits are needed (ask Uncle Frazier, the owner of The Crucible.)  So, how can we throw a party in a dungeon that no longer exists? Oh right, we can't. Mega-burn ;/ We (as in Sir Ron) dropped a lot of money into making new furniture and devices and now we have to way to find a new location.  The worst part about all of this is people are going to associate the party cancellation with us and not the play space due to how they made their announcement. Thanksssssssssss. DCD.

Begging

"Do you ever think about what life will be like five years from now?"  I asked idly as I stretched out across the bed.  He climbed in as well, pressing his body against mine, I closed my eyes to enjoy the warmth of his skin against mine.  He didn't answer, instead Daddy toyed with my nipples, so gently it was almost like not being touched at all.

"Well? Do you?"  His fingers, so gentle at first, began to massage and pinch a little harder.  I felt myself get a bit excited, but continued my random chatter as his hands continued to drift over my body.  Daddy slid closer to me and I felt him grasp both of my wrists with one hand and pull them above my head.

"I'm going to bite you.  If I stop, you are to ask me to bite you again, do you understand?"  I opened my eyes lazily, not really registering what he said.

"Wha-" I didn't get to finish before he sunk his teeth under my left breast.  I gasped and snapped out of my relaxed stretch, but Daddy had me pinned underneath him, his weight pressing down on top of me.  He released the bite and nipped along my inner arms under his mouth was next to my ear.

"I said," he said as he bit down on my earlobe, "I'm going to bite you and if I stop, you're going to ask me to bite you again.  And you had better not scream.  Wouldn't want to wake up our room-mates, would you?"

With that, he began his onslaught.  His teeth clamped down on me everywhere, my arms, my rib cage, my nipples, stomach, anywhere he wanted.  In between each bites, I would gasp and ask him to bite me again.  Each bite was harder, more painful from the last.  By the time his teeth were set on my hips, I was crying, barely able to get the words out of my mouth.

"I can't understand what you're saying," he said as he continued his rough nibbles and nips.  He had let go of my wrists, knowing I wouldn't try to fight back, pried my thighs opened and bit my inner thigh.  I bit my tongue in order not to scream.  Instead of letting go, he clamped down harder as his fingers dug into my legs.

"Please make love to me!" I blurted out randomly.  I must have surprised him, he released his bite and looked up at me from between my legs.  The look he gave me caused me burst into tears. "Please make love me, Daddy," I begged again as I sat up.  I clumsily pulled myself into his lap and dropped wet kisses all over his face and neck.  He licked my tears and pushed me back down on the bed.  He sat between my legs and looked at my face, then at my sex.

Both were wet.

30 Days of Rope Bondage-Day 1

I know Daddy and I tend to start a lot of projects and rarely go through with them (remember the short lived Shibaricon Boot Camp?...yeah, I barely remember it as well), but we decided after much discussion that a 30 Days of Rope Bondage is necessary. We've gotten lazy and in a bondage rut, almost always defaulting to a basic TK or a 3 transition suspension performance (face down, inverted, face up...snoozefest).

The goal of the next 30 days is to push both of us to our edges as Tops and bottoms, to think creatively and to really work on our artistry. Just in time for the guerrilla rigging season, too. Nothing says mediocrity than repeating oneself over and over. We want to prove that we're not just a cut-rate version of NYC rope bomb or the notorious Murphy Blue, who, for the record, is an amazing person, sexy rigger and all around bro. I really dig him and his take on rigging, rope and the art of being a sexy beast.

Anyways, here are the photos from Day 1. Also, another goal by the end of these 30 days is to learn how to edit a damn picture. I have no idea what I'm doing.

The Kink Bubble

Most people don't live the life I do and I really do forget that things I find to be normal and everyday are a pervert's ultimate fantasy. Every once in a while, I'll be sitting in a lecture hall, listening to a professor talk rattle on and on about some amazing epigenetic discovery, while I stare into a sea of nameless faces and think, "Wow, none of you have any idea, do you?"

It seems like I've safely ensconced myself in a kink bubble. Almost all my friends, my connections, my life is tied to the lifestyle. No, slight correction, this is who I am; it just happens to permeate through all facets of my life. At this point, I'm not even sure I can reliably carry a conversation with a Narwhal. I'm not even sure how I managed to beforehand, and, when I really dwell on that, I realize I probably didn't. I usually don't speak at all or I say something that would deem me as an improper young lady (in the bad sense).

Now, Narwhals are just that: creatures that I watch carefully as they swim in their gigantic glass tanks, utterly fascinated by their everyday existence. Is that Narwhal there trying to mate? What a bizarre ritual! Their communication just sounds like a series of clicks and calls that entertain me, but mean next to nothing. How do I even begin to decipher?


When did I become a Whale Biologist?

Ballet Boots

Recently, my friend (and soon to be newest room-mate in apt. 302) purchased ballet boots for me. I never really understood her excitement until she slid them on my feet, laced them up and told me to stand up.

Folks, I could NOT stand. These boots weren't made for the balance challenged at all. Looks like I'm reduced to crawling around; I instantly fell in love with them. I a huge fan of degradation and not being able to walk...can't even stand. I'm required to either wait for assistance, stand and fall or crawl around. So...damn...sexy.

Daddy was no different, he absolutely loved putting them on me as well. Throw on some clamps, a hood and a ballgag for good measure and you're havin' yourself a grand ole time.

Sorry for the craptacular cell phone pics. Maybe someday we'll get a decent camera.

Review: Brazilian Waxing

It's crazy to think about how much time is wasted on body hair removal. I would say that out of the 20-25 minutes I spend in the shower, a good half of that is dedicated to shaving something like 60% of my body. On top of that, I don't just have hair - I have a thick layer of fur meant to protect me from the harsh cold long nights in the Arctic. My hair would pretty much grow back within a few hours.

So, of course, when Darian IlRe, demi-god of TNG Baltimore and sweetest brother ever, said that one of the beauticians at his spa was doing a free brazilian waxing demo for her boss, I jumped on the chance.

The prepping for it was seemingly easy: don't shave for a week.

Let me tell you, longest week ever. I never realized how automatic it is for me to pick up the razor and hack away and the hairs on my body, it's become second nature. So, to let it grow out was particularly challenging. I also never realized how thick my hair is. I mean, yes, I knew I had quite a bit, but considering that I have kept myself smooth shaved since 17 years old, I don't think I ever actually knew how much I had. So, by the end of this week, I felt like I was growing a small, raven-haired furby between my legs.

The waxing itself wasn't bad at all; it was no more painful than things we do sexually. In fact, N made the statement, "Oh, so it's like a hair follicle zipper." Why, yes, yes it was! What a perfect analogy. So, if you're curious about what waxing feels like, line yourself with some clothespins and rip them all off at once! I think waxing is actually a lot less painful, so if you can survive that, you can survive a waxing. Some areas were more sensitive than others and the soft wax was more painful than the hard, but overall, it was a breeze.

Since I was a serial shaver, the waxer, Brit, told me that my hair would start growing in strangely because I had so many short hairs. B recommended that I don't shave, come back in a week and get whatever hairs were leftover.

Another week, no shaving. The small hairs grew into strange little patches. Daddy said it looked like a sick ewok (D:). I went back today and she pulled the rest off. I barely even noticed it this time.

The whole process was fairly quick, maybe an hour or so, and there were no special directions afterward besides exfoliate. ("Everytime you shower! Don't forget!").

I think I'll just stop shaving altogether now. I just want to wax it. The results are super sexy. I just hope I can afford it.

Quick Review

Salon: Zina's Day Spa in Canton (Baltimore, MD)

Product/Service: Full brazilian waxing- a mix of hard and soft waxes

Price: Prices start at $75, can be a bit expensive if you're poor (like me!) but the hair does grow in finer and you'll end up going less.

Pain level: 3/10 t 4/10, depending on which type of wax used and where the wax was. Some people with more sensitive skin may bleed.

Maintenance and upkeep: If you're a chronic shaver, you may need to go back in a week to remove smaller hairs that couldn't be yanked the first go around. Exfoliation is a must.

I Don't Like Pain...Ok, I Do Like Pain

I tend to hang out with pain sluts, people who really enjoy multiple forms of intense pain, and, because of that, I often tell people that I don't enjoy pain. I don't enjoy paddling, I don't enjoy being punched and I don't really enjoy caning. A lot of those forms of impact are synonymous to punishment for me, so, at the time, it was completely accurate to say I didn't like pain.

Now that I think about it, though, I do enjoy pain. Take last night, for example.

Daddy simply told me to get naked when we got back from a TNG Happy hour. I did as I was told and as I undressed, he pulled a thin hood over my face. For some reason, the second I'm blind folded or hooded, I get into my headspace and become extremely compliant and submissive. It's hard to remember little details, but I do remember Daddy grabbing my hair, pulling my face down to his cock and using my mouth for a moment or two.

He had me sit perfectly still and I could feel his hands play between my legs, tugging and pulling. He attached something to one of my pussy lips: a tile clamp. These are super cheap, super strong clamps one could buy at Home Depot. They're usually used for spacing out and clamping tiles (surprise!), but can be used for other, more devious things. Like torturing little girls like me.

He clamped four to my pussy, two on each lip. He then proceeded to clamp my nipples. The pain was so incredible, I could feel my eyes begin to well up with tears. At the same time, I could feel myself getting so wet, I was dripping onto my bed.

As the icing on this sadistic cake, Daddy managed to attach the nippled clamps to one of the sets of clamps between my legs. No matter how or where I moved, it would pull either set of clamps, usually both. The intensity of the pain would only get worst from this point on, and, of course, at the peak of my torture, Daddy handcuffed me and then forced me to suck his cock.

Normally, I would be crying all over his cock, which makes him all the more hard, but the hood soaked up most of the tears. The fact I was still making the crying noises and was suffering for him was enough though. He was so turned on, I'm not sure how he managed to pull himself out of my mouth.

The best and worst part of clamps is the removal. Daddy swiftly removed each clamp, causing me to shudder and scream a bit. All my senses were completely overwhelmed at this point and all I knew was I wanted him to be inside me. Within seconds, he was on top of me, making me beg to cum.

I'm a lucky girl. and I guess I do like pain.

Shibaricon Training Camp

In an attempt to look like we know what we're doing, Daddy and I have started a Rope Top/bottom training camp. This past weekend, we had a couple of folks over to continue practicing. Celeste, her boyfriend, I.R and Ron C. came over and we did a little rope work.

We reviewed some videos and decided to work on the futomomo and suspending from it. A futomomo is a specific tie in which the ankle is tied off to the thigh, in a similar fashion to a frog tie. We have never actually attempted to suspend from this before, since it is dangerous and requires quite a bit of practice beforehand. After multiple reviews of a video we had found on tying it, we attempted to suspend from it.

Celeste had done a double leg futomomo and was suspended from both. She said it wasn't the most uncomfortable thing in the world, but it was tolerable. I was tied with a single futomomo, which is more stressful since it becomes only a single point in which all my weight is placed. It was uncomfortable, but not intolerable. Same results.

With I.R, we tested to see if there was a difference between putting the hard point line on the inside or the outside of the thigh. We weren't able to judge because we try to do it at the same time (one leg with the line on the outside of the thigh, one with the line inside) and it ended up shifting everything uncomfortably. I think we'll just stick to doing the line on the inside.

We also decided that using a carabiner and using a pulley system is definitely the way to do when trying to pull someone up in a futomomo. Otherwise, the ropes bite too much and it'll be too difficult to raise someone.

Daddy, being the best, most amazing person in the world, let me suspend him from a futomomo as well, just to see how it would feel. He's a firm believer in switching for experience; he doesn't want to put me through something he hasn't tried on himself :) He agreed that it was extremely uncomfortable and this wouldn't be something he would do during a transition unless I really thought I could handle it. At this point in time, it's definitely a resounding no.

I think I really like the futomomo for partial suspensions. Hopefully I get to play with a particular person with this. I think she'll really enjoy it :D I really just want to tie her up, scratch her, clip clothespins to her and cane them off :D A girl can dream, right?

Rope Top and Bottom Boot Camp- Day 1

Well, this is going to be embarrassing to admit, seeing as we created The Baltimore Guerrilla Suspension Crew...but, for the longest time, Daddy and I didn't have a hard point. How could the founding members of the premiere (we say premiere since we happen to be the only group doing this in the area) guerrilla suspension group not have a hard point? It's insanity! But because of this lack of hard point, we haven't been doing many suspensions (i.e. no suspensions) on each other. So any skills we had as suspension bottoms has quickly deteriorated, along with any delusions of being anything close to decent rope Tops.

So, with that, we begin our Rope Top/Rope bottom boot camp. This consists of doing extremely difficult ties and doing them well. It's also meant to increase our flexibility, our muscle memory and just to be fun.

Day 1 was really simple. We decided to start off slow, just to break in our fresh ropes and to re-introduce our bodies to full suspensions. We did the standard TK side suspension. I feel like such a pansy admitting this, but it hurt. It just showed me how out of practice I really am when it comes to suspensions.

Tonight will be more work and tomorrow, I plan to have some friends over so we can all do some rope practice.

Fucking finally, though, I'm so amped to have a suspension rig!

Romance

People tend to forget that Daddy and I still a couple, regardless of the titles we place on ourselves. Yes, I am a slave, a little, a toy, a slut, but I'm also his girlfriend and his best friend. While our relationship is by no means equal, he still treats me as a person of value, which I think people who look in on the outside don't seem to understand about certain types of BDSM relationships.

Last night, for example, was perfectly romantic by anyone's standards. At least anyone who believes in the concept of romance. After a long day at work, Daddy came home and made love to me. It was incredibly hot with just the right amount of power exchange to seem extremely passionate without seeming like a porno scene from sex and submission, not that I would complain if it had, of course. A lot of kissing, touching, biting, hair pulling, scratching. That thin line in which pleasure and pain blur. Perfection.

Afterwards, Daddy made us an utterly sweet dinner, completely paleo and healthy. Broiled steaks, green beans, mushrooms and onions (no dainty salads for me), along with some sparkling water with lemon (I've cut back on my drinking because it makes me extra manic and extra depressed within a short period of time).

I'm not sure if you agree, but being properly fucked and then having someone make you dinner is incredibly romantic in my book.

My Spring Break is Full of Puppies!

Just to show you that my life doesn't revolve around BDSM, I adopted a sweet little pitbull this past weekend. She was literally rescued from someone's backyard. Her previous owners no longer wanted her because she was knocking over their son because she had too much energy. They were planning on just setting free in the woods or selling her as bait for dog fighters: how awful is that!?

She's got the sweetest disposition I've seen and she adores Cha Siu. He isn't used to the puppy and doesn't like her energy level, but he's starting to warm up to her. We decided to name her Akira, or Kira for short.

Here are some oh-so-cute pictures of the two of them. Prepared to "awwwwwww" yourselves to death.

And yes, I am aware they are both flagging for fisting. Daddy and I don't really follow hanky codes (Daddy doesn't even like calling them hankies-"These are fucking bandannas!"), but I do occasionally wear a green band and a grey band on my right wrist, Daddy-little and bondage respectively, just because it's incredibly obvious that my relationship with Daddy revolves around those two aspects.

Wait, how did this post turn towards kink again? Well, since we're on the subject...

After I posed my IDGI post, I got a lot of excellent responses from people who peruse my blog and on fetlife. Unfortunately, I still don't get it. I'll write a more detailed response to it later.

Since we managed to stumble back to kink, here is a picture of Daddy and me playing last weekend.

Weekend Recap

This past weekend was another crazy weekend in which I slept very little, studied and played way too much. I haven't really found the proper balance of school, play, sleep, but so far, I've been managing it.

Friday was, of course, Dirty Things. I think this happens to be my favorite play party since it is rope bondage oriented and I feel most at home with those who also love bondage. It was a particularly exciting DT, we were able to unveil our new custom-made suspension rings, raffle off our first BGSC print, raise money for NCSF and generally spend time with really great friends.

For months now, Daddy has been waiting (im)patiently for Adam the wielder to craft our suspension rings. I think we asked for it in early December '11 and now they finally arrived! Whoohoo! The shape is that of two circles combined into a sphere or globe. We absolutely love it for transitions and it gives you so much more surface area at the bottom to work with. I no longer worry about carabiners getting jammed up :D yay for improvements. I think that, if there's enough interest, we may mass produce these bad-boys and start selling them.

We were able to raise over $150 collectively for NCSF. We worked with N and J,who did their own fundraiser (for a buck you could spank J once). I'm happy to be able to bring some money, even if it isn't much, to their organization. If you aren't familiar with NCSF, check them out here.

Strangely enough, indey (eroticwetatomic blog) won and now she has a BGSC print. I swear, this isn't rigged. Now she can be the proud owner of the classic BGSC crew in Graffiti Alley. Yay!

Saturday morning was full of trials and tribulations for me. I know I've stated before that I'm very much into anal play, but I realize that I am quite the amateur when it comes to anal training. Like it never occurred to me that some things are just too big to place into your butt without lube and some warm-up. Let me regale you with this cautionary tale.

Daddy and I went to our favorite sex shop ever right before Dirty Things, Chained Desires. We had a gift certificate from Christmas that we had been dying to use, but wanted to wait for the perfect item. He decided what was needed was more anal toys and I readily agreed. In the shop, Daddy picked out exactly what he wanted: Savage Balls. A red flag went off in my head at the name, but I wasn't truly nervous about it until we used them that Saturday morning.

Rather than try to explain what Savage Balls looks like, here is a picture, curtesy of Amazon.com

Now, the size of each ball didn't really worry me, I've put bigger things in my ass. What was really throwing me off on my game were the little silicone spikes coming off the ball. Yes, I know, you're all thinking, "Wtf, it's just silicone, suck it up and stick it in." Well, let me tell you, I did and it HURT. I don't think I've ever used so much lube in my life. The feeling was very disconcerting, like some kind of long spiky creature was scratching away at my insides. I couldn't keep it in for very long and the process of pulling out these balls is a lot less glamorous than putting them in. There was quite a bit of bleeding for a few hours and some intense frowning and complaints on my part.

I will admit, though, the 3-4 minutes in which the Savage Balls were in and Daddy fucked me were incredibly intense. Maybe one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had.

I later asked the leading put-stuff-in-butt expert, Hamsandwich, and he asked me what kind of prep I did. Prep? Oh...well, I...put lube on and...that was it. He shook his head and told me that I need to warm up that area before trying to shove things into it. Makes sense. I told Daddy about that and he joked, "Oh, I thought the warm up was putting the smallest one in first." Jerk!

I think I may buy these for Hamsandwich so he can test them on himself and let me know what he thinks. This product may be tainted in my mind for a while.

I spent the majority of Saturday studying for my biochem mid-term. I was determined to stay home all night, but only a few hours into studying, I began to have cabin fever and needed to escape. I gave indey and Kamm a ring and asked if I could carpool down with them to another party, Nerdgasm.

Now, Nerdgasm isn't something I would typically attend. It's definitely geared towards the younger, newer players, and I just couldn't imagine the type of play I enjoy being in and watching being there. Regardless, my friend, Leo, and dreamcrush, Daria, both said they were attending, so why not? I decided to throw on my best, sluttiest school girl outfit and head over.

Surprisingly, a lot of people I do like ended up being there: Hamsandwich, Bettie Rage, Leo...but not dreamcrush. Sigh, oh well.

I was able to do a long awaited suspension on Leo :) I transitioned zir a couple of times and was able to get photos from the staff. Zi said it was the most comfy suspension to date :D I don't know if zi is blowing smoke up my sore ass, but it was nice to hear :D I was also able to tie up St. Nicky, the patron saint of all things incredibly sexy. At one point, as I was tying her hair, I had this odd realization that this is exactly how Daddy feels when he ties up little Asian girls. Was a lot of fun and definitely made for some cute pics :)

Non-Sexual Related Service

I'm not sure what it has been about the last few weeks, but the community, at least the part of the community I've been surrounding myself in, has a sudden influx of service-oriented submissives.

Wait, that isn't true...maybe what I should be saying is that, for the first time in the last year that I've been active in my community, I've finally gotten around to noticing service-oriented submissives. It started about a month ago when Daddy and I went to a Happy Hour and met DangerMuffin, a sweet, introverted blonde from Seattle who was here visiting her biological sister who also happens to be kinky*. Daddy spent some time conversing with her while I gallivanted around, trying to gain the attention of my peers. Later that night, Daddy told me about what the spoke about:

Daddy: Did you know DangerMuffin is a service sub?

Me: What does that mean exactly?

Daddy: It means she cooks, cleans and does other household chores.

Me: ...and then?

Daddy: What do you mean and then? That's it. I mean, she does it in her underwear or naked, or in cute lingerie, I'm guessing.

Me: ...

Daddy: It's non-sexual. She does it because it makes her happy. and it makes her Dominant happy.

Daddy seemed to be genuinely interested in this concept of service-oriented submission. So I began to research since my brain couldn't quite grasp the notion. Apparently, friend and DC located bad-ass, Annie Sky (blog can be found here), also has begun a strange journey into non-sexual submission. Her few blogs about it gave me a better understanding, yet I still couldn't (and don't) get it.

I tried asking a friend, Issa, but her answers were even less helpful. They were along the lines of, "For the right person, you'll get it," and "I like cleaning and cooking."

So rather than continue to rack my brain for answers I wouldn't find, I decided that maybe the best way to go about this is to try it. So got naked, put on an apron slash lingerie set and began cleaning my bedroom while Daddy was laying in bed drawing. Every now and then I would glance up at Daddy, that familiar look of desire in his eyes. If I felt like he was looking at me, I would crawl around and give him a better view of my body, arch my back a little more, or wiggle my hips invitingly.

Before I knew it, I was in bed, Daddy on top of me, feeling his hard cock between my legs. The room stayed uncleaned and I got fucked. Repeatedly.

Service-oriented submission, I think I'm doing it wrong.

*I never really understood how two biologically related people could feel comfortable in the same sexually driven community, but then again, I grew up in a very conservative house-hold and the idea of watching my brother play with someone the way Daddy plays me with is just....disturbing.

Superbowl Sunday

Baltimore isn't particular fond of the superbowl this year since the ravens didn't make it. I personally don't care since I'm not a Ravens fan, but I do like watching football. I also like hanging out with friends. The only thing better? Hanging out with friends, under the guise of watching football, to do kinky things :)

I got to spend Sunday evening with TheHammer and his lovely chosen family, in which we are so blessed to be a part of. I decided to dress in a pseudo school girl outfit: ruffled skirt, button up, vest, thigh high socks attached to a garter, pigtails to complement the outfit.

Of course, since none of us cared about any of the teams playing, except for the occasional cheer for the Giants doing something against the Patriots (everyone seems to hate the Cheatriots around here), the entire party really consisted of play, mostly play with rope.

It's strange to me: keeping the majority of my clothes on, looking disheveled, breasts pulled out...seems full of non-consent, like she didn't want this to happen and it did....so much sexier to me than someone who willingly got naked for you, spread her legs and puts on a seductive look. Not that there's anything wrong with that, either :)

Also, my pigtails were tied! Squee! Sooooo cute :)

*photos by FL's SirRonC

Weekend Recap

Beats and Bondage, an incredible hybrization dance-party slash play party slash actual awesome party kicked off my super long weekend. I was really excited for this particular event since classes just started and I felt like I needed a break already. Technically, I wasn't a guest at this party, I was working, although, I guess I could argue that I'm working at most play parties I go to.

I can't believe this was considered work. I got to spend all of Friday night showing off on top of a 13 ft scaffolding set up specifically for me (well, for BGSC). I did two suspensions, one on Daddy and one on a good friend, Atticant. Since I haven't suspended him before, Atticant is included in my 100 new suspensions for 2012 goal. He was lucky number 7 :) The rest of the night was dedicated to dancing with Daddy and being really damn sweaty.

I think that my dragon, Moose--Yes, my dragon's name is Moose--did an incredible job with organizing B&B. The venue looked amazing -- way better than how it usually looks. The music selection? Incredible, a mixture of some actual decent dubstep, not just that wub-wub Skrillex bullshit, Minimal and amazing House. I'm a really sucker for dirty beat. And the turnout? Over 80 people. Impressive! The number just goes up from here!

The next B&B is already scheduled for March :) Can't wait to see what Moose and Co. come up with.

I didn't get to bed until 4 am, although I did get to sleep in the car-ride home, thanks to Daddy and Sir Ron C. not making me stay awake (although, I bet they couldn't unless they were torturing me...which would make for a fun, yet poorly thought out drive home). I woke up promptly around 9 am because as a robot my programming is set unless changed, which it isn't since I need to be up earlier for classes.

Daddy and I spent the day sleepily doing things in a haze: late breakfast, video games and rock climbing. I was able to complete two different V2s and a V3 in the bouldering cave. I began working on V4, but my hands couldn't take anymore, felt like my skin was on fire. I did get a good workout going and my forearms and obliques are nice and sore.

We had a nice dinner with kinky couple Kamm and indey (whose blog I've linked here before and will link again HERE, since it's awesome.) at a little run-down diner near where they live. The place is very underwhelming to the eye, but had deliciously terrible foods. Daddy let me eat a chili dog with french fries, which is way outside of my normal diet. I love being able to have regular dinners with kink-friendly or kinky people: the conversation is so much better, even if it's on vanilla topics. It's similar to how musicians end up hanging out with fellow musicians, even if whatever they're doing isn't music related.

After dinner, Daddy and I went up to another play party slash laser tag tournament held by Hedone. It was apparently a lock in where a couple hundred kinksters get locked into the laser tag place and allowed to do whatever they pleased. I really didn't do much since I was so beat from the night before. I played maybe one round out of the six I was supposed to. I -was- kind of blown that the teams were assigned by the role you assume in your relationship. I am technically Daddy's slave, but I don't identify as a slave or a submissive since I do Top regularly. and I don't identify as a switch because that implies that I can switch from Topping to bottoming, which I don't. I ended up being placed on sub team 2 and I believe they didn't win a single round, boooooooo!

I was able to get one suspension in that night, bringing my total for the 2012 goal to 8. This means I need to average at least 9 suspensions a month for the rest of the months this year in order to reach my goal. How hard could that be? Answer: probably pretty damn hard. The community here isn't huge so I inevitably run into the same people over and over, which is awesome because everyone here is great, but tough on the new suspensions thing.

Daddy and I are now brainstorming on how to suspend two people so that they can fuck each other. I feel like we're going to need more rope.

*Photo by JDaddy85.

North Ave. Arts

Many a moon ago (so like...8 months ago), Daddy and I did a little photoshoot for Joe Giordano. He wanted to highlight different kinks, so obviously when he found a bunch of BGSCers running around in gas masks and rope, he immediately demanded to be able to shoot us. The concept was definitely interesting: shooting kink and fetish in something that WASN'T a dungeon (hey, that concept sound kind of familiar actually...) What he ended up with was something that looked a bit like a kinky year book photo.

These shots have apparently been on display for quite a few months now. We just got around to seeing them on Wednesday. It's a bit bizzare to see yourself blown up and posted in an art gallery. Even stranger were the prices: $1500 each, framed!

A friend took this weird, Inception-y photo of us looking at ourselves.

Baltimore City Paper Article

The internet version of the article is already posted! Check it out here! I think the journalist did an incredibly great job :) He had so many opportunities to sensationalize this story, but he really stuck to facts and impartiality. Kudos, Baynard Woods, kudos!

Anal Proclivities

Daddy and I were driving home from Baltimore one night after having an interview with The City Paper for the article they plan on writing about the BGSC. It was a quiet ride home and Daddy had been extremely nice to me: he let me pick out dinner, he bought me ice cream, he wasn't making me choke and pass out on his cock on the ride home.

"Daddy..." I asked tentatively, "I would like to ask permission to be able to masturbate-" before I could finish the statement, he gave me the "Are you high?" look. It's been a longstanding rule in our relationship that I'm not allowed to masturbate unless given permission or if I run for a full hour.

"Wait! Let me finish! I want to be able to masturbate, but not be able to cum."

Silence. Awkward, awkward silence.

"I don't think you know what you're asking for, little girl." Daddy replied. He was probably right, I had no idea what I was asking for. More silence. I sat there, feeling rather foolish, and stared out my window.

"Alright, I've thought about it and for the rest of the week, you can masturbate."

I sat up straight and smiled. Yay, Daddy was being so nice! All I had to do was ask, how easy! Wait....too easy. I live my life based on pretty much one statement: everything is a trick.

"...Is this a trick?" I narrowed my eyes in mock judgment.

"Yes, of course it's a trick. Let me finish. You can only masturbate anally."

I'm a big fan of almost all things anal, so I didn't see a downside. Lamest trick ever, Daddy! Since the very beginning of our relationship, anal has been a big thing for me. I did some mental math and realized that 62% of the time Daddy and I are out in public, there's a anal plug in. I love my njoy :) and if I'm not wearing on? There's anyways one in my bag, just in case.

Daddy, however, is a cruel and unusual man. So since the day he's given me permission to masturbate anally, all we have had is anal sex. A lot of rough, anal sex. and if not anal sex, anal hooks when we play. or anal plugs. Everything butt.

In case you were wondering, when someone cums in your butt and shoves an anal plug in afterwards, the effect is somewhat akin to an enema. A cum enema. I've had it done to me several times in the past week.

My butt is ridiculously sore at the moment, so much so that I haven't masturbated at all. I told you, everything is a trick.