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nanking-decade: Her Daddy didn’t let her wear panties for a...

Mon, 20 May 2013 15:30:17 -0400

nanking-decade:

Her Daddy didn’t let her wear panties for a week.

Her Sir didn’t let her wear pants.

So have you gotten any of that PentMate or CraftsHouse slash fic yet? You'd share, right? I mean ... you wouldn't be so cruel as to not to? :D

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:51:06 -0400

Fortunately, I have none.

As it happens, Pretty loves blowjobs, too.

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:30:34 -0400

As it happens, Pretty loves blowjobs, too.

It’s when you start looking forward to suffering, and when that...

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:30:25 -0400

It’s when you start looking forward to suffering, and when that suffering is sometimes more gratifying than pleasure, that you realize you might just be owned.

Summer job struggles via Craigslist.

Sat, 18 May 2013 11:48:16 -0400

Me: Look! I qualify for this one!
Craftsmate: Baby, that's clearly an escort service.
Me: No, stop that. It looks pretty legitimate.
Craftsmate: Then why do they pay you per "session"?
Me: Yeah, you know, that word choice bugged me, too.

Not all little girls are bashful and naive.

Fri, 17 May 2013 22:25:08 -0400

Not all little girls are bashful and naive.

heading out tonight as I have essentially just finished my...

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:26:48 -0400

heading out tonight as I have essentially just finished my undergrad.

Craftsmate makes me green drinks
called ivysaurs because he thinks he is hilarious.

See you all tomorrow morning. Or more realistically tomorrow afternoon.

So, I got my thesis back today and got a really great grade....

Tue, 14 May 2013 20:18:37 -0400

So, I got my thesis back today and got a really great grade.

Of course this was ruined by one of my readers including misogynist comments in my crit and feeling the need to mansplain something I had researched for months that he “just had a hunch” about.

Nonetheless, a high grade and low expectations for the old boys club which is my department both “satisfied,” so to speak.

Modesty’s a sham, sweetheart. Now, smile.

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:30:17 -0400

Modesty’s a sham, sweetheart. Now, smile.

And sometimes I am reticent and confused.

Tue, 14 May 2013 02:28:04 -0400

And sometimes I am reticent and confused.

Craftsmate: How would you feel if I gave you a flower for Mother's Day?

Sun, 12 May 2013 19:27:29 -0400

Craftsmate: How would you feel if I gave you a flower for Mother's Day?
Me: Seeing as I'm not a mother, ominous and weird.
Craftsmate: That's what I was going for.

You're my hero.

Sun, 12 May 2013 12:38:11 -0400

Pshhhhhhh.

"Tentacle porn was pretty formative for me."

Sat, 11 May 2013 22:44:21 -0400

“Tentacle porn was pretty formative for me.”

- Shit Craftsmate says.

My body looks a lot like this girl’s body more or less....

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:30:30 -0400

My body looks a lot like this girl’s body more or less. Especially in the leg region. And there is something stupidly reassuring about seeing your own body in pictures on here.

I have what my boyfriend refers to as tapered thighs. I have really muscular, slim calves and then a donk and a half as far as a butt. As a result, the back of my thighs look more triangular than rectangular, so to speak. Or, at least, they aren’t straight up and down.

And to see a girl with legs like mine all tied up and giving a wicked eyefuck is pretty damn awesome. It’s like stupidly validating that my body isn’t absurd or ridiculous.

Except a certain somebody confirms that mine are more muscular. So there.

“Daddy? Can you come pick me up?”

Fri, 10 May 2013 23:50:20 -0400

“Daddy? Can you come pick me up?”

ginkitten: Where’s my little girl to play with? How is this...

Thu, 09 May 2013 15:30:22 -0400

ginkitten:

Where’s my little girl to play with?

How is this fair?

Found this going through my drafts.

This is what I get for throwing crap into my drafts and not volunteering right away.

Lesson learned.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Nine When he had finished...

Thu, 09 May 2013 11:41:17 -0400

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Nine

When he had finished speaking with the domme, Craftsmate grabbed ahold of the chain between my handcuffs and hitched it up before letting it rest behind my head. As a result, my arms were tugged up and out of the way, hands left to rest on either side of my neck. As I whined into my gag, he hiked my shirt up and fished into his pockets for my nipple clamps from earlier.

He slid the clamps on and smirked. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He pulled me closer and tugged down on the chain. “Aww, does that hurt?” I squealed and nodded. He chuckled. “Well, good.”

Somewhere in the middle of squirming around on the couch while Craftsmate tortured my nipples, I wound up making eye-contact with the guy who had been whipping the girls. He had been watching rather intently while Craftsmate fiddled with the tightness of the clamps, tugged the chain, pinched at the exposed bit of nipple past the end of the clamp. I whined lowly and straightened up a bit, feeling as if I had to comport myself a bit better if another dom was watching me, if not to legitimate Craftsmate’s authority a bit more.

The man smiled and just continued to watch. Craftsmate tugged the chain hard and I screamed behind the rubber cock in my mouth, my eyes squeezing shut from the pain. When I blinked my eyes open, the man’s grin had only curved higher and he was hardly masking a chuckle.

Later, I told Craftsmate about it.

“Oh, yeah,” he said like it was no big deal that a complete stranger had been watching him torture me while I was basically topless. “Whatever. There were people watching you the whole time. When I walked you around the club, when I was watching that girl get whipped.”

Followers, I just can’t.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Eight With the blindfold...

Tue, 07 May 2013 20:57:00 -0400

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Eight

With the blindfold off, I could see the room had a few clusters of people. In one corner, as I had been told, a girl was being hit with a rather nasty whip. In another, a domme was running a knife over a bound man’s chest. I looked over to Craftsmate and he grinned, tapping the flat rubber end of my gag with his index finger. “Is that better?” I nodded.

I nearly jumped when I heard a voice on the other side of me. “Oh, she can see now,” said a girl seated on the couch beside me, presumably to Craftsmate. I felt my cheeks reddening under the hood and realized that people had been looking at me while I was blindfolded.

Craftsmate smiled and clapped my knee, “yeah. I figured she would want to watch.”

Before I could even recover from the humiliation of one person talking right about me as if I wasn’t even there, the domme who had been doing the knifeplay walked over to the couch. She introduced herself to Craftsmate and the two started to have a conversation, all the while I sat there in a silence enforced by the large rubber cock sitting on my tongue.

At one point, she looked over and smirked at me in the sort of acknowledgement that, while I was in this position, I wasn’t going to receive any kind of formal greeting. The degree of condescension in her smile was indescribable.

Image submitted by herdirtylittleheart. Sorry to have dipped...

Tue, 07 May 2013 15:54:28 -0400

Image submitted by herdirtylittleheart.

Sorry to have dipped off the radar for the past few days. My life’s been kind of busy in (mostly) good ways.

In the meanwhile, enjoy a picture that I hope can be taken as foreshadowing.

nanking-decade: A good baker with a great ass. True story: I...

Fri, 03 May 2013 13:48:54 -0400

nanking-decade:

A good baker with a great ass.

True story: I can probably get out of just about anything with a certain somebody if I bake him something. Or let him hang out with my butt.