Sometimes, Things Fall Apart

Today seemed totally normal. Had "normal" sex, nothing crazy. But then, it happened. I completely broke down. He was in the shower cleaning up and I sat in the middle of our bed, sobbing into my pillow. I have no idea what was wrong but I felt, I don't know....  Surely I'm not the only one that has felt violated for no apparent reason. Let me make this abundantly clear.... I never put out any sign that could even be faintly construed as a "no", much less actually saying "no". I didn't feel the need. But after, I felt things that I've never felt after a consenting interaction with another adult. We talked it out. Will talk more tonight after the little goes to bed.


Went to see my favorite band of all time the other night and had quite the session afterwards. Something about being held down with him in my throat that just soaks my thighs.... We've almost gotten to fitting his entire fist in my ass. We're {this} close, just have to get past that thumb knuckle bone.

Haven't done any product placement lately. We bought this awesome lube. It's pretty effective. The only reason (probably) we've gotten as far as we have with the fisting project. It works well as a lubricant and as a numbing agent. The cons I've found are that it makes him numb as well, so that's not great. But it does work well for ass-play type activities that don't require multiple-person stimulation. (Prolonged plug-wearing, fisting, extreme insertion, etc.)


XOXO
K

Back from the Dead

It's been a few moons since I've shown my face around here, we'll see what the old girl's got up her sleeve.


My darling little girl is two now, I've gotten divorced, found a new man (completely vanilla), corrupted said new man to turn into a top (working on turning into a full-fledged Dom), and moved across the country.

Now onto the juicy stuff that people read, or used to read this blog for!


My ex-husband/ex-Dom (we'll just call him my ex) made a deal with me, that if I did whatever he wanted one night per week until a certain date, he would let me leave. I knew that if I left, my quality of life, and my daughter's, would improve greatly, so I had to take this deal. Now, I'm not sure when this happened, but my ex changed. He went from exclusive Topping, to, well..... his new thing is drinking urine. From the source. Which I guess is on the short list of "shut up, that's not so bad... You got it easy!" And I know. I totally got out easy, but it's still weird. I was expecting my ass to be torn to shreds or having his gentlemanly bits forced down my throat... but no. He just wants me to pee in his mouth? Seems more like a bottom thing, but........ Who am I to judge? Needless to say, I moved 5 states away and am thrilled to never have to see him again.

My new man is, or was, completely vanilla. Just sex, with lots of kissing. I'm not a big kisser because of certain traumas I've endured, so we've found ways around it. But in the past month or two, I've taught him the joys of anal fisting, butt plugs, and prostate milking.... and he even takes a few punches at my haunches every once in a while! He makes me truly happy at least 89% of the time and even when I'm mad at him for playing World of Warcraft for the 17th hour in two days, he more than makes up for it when he lets me, no.... makes me cum multiple times. I'm getting to live the life I've always wanted. I get to pretend that I'm a 50's housewife. I have the privilege to stay at home, cook meals, clean the house, and raise my child. And when He comes home, I get to serve Him. The universe truly does provide.




I will start getting better about keeping my blog updated now that I have things going on again. I mean, I really missed you guys!

XOXO
K

How do you measure a year . . .

Wow, a whole year has gone by and so much has happened.

      Shortly after I stopped writing, I found a Dom that I allegedly " fell in love with ". Unfortunately, things did not work out with this particular gentleman due to the fact that my birth control failed and he couldn't figure out how to be an adult and deal with the situation. So, I now am the proud mother to a beautiful little girl, we'll call her S.

        The man that I am with now is a decent Dom, has some experience but needs some time. He is also a decent sub. That's right, folks.  .  .  K has turned into a switch.  Who would've seen that coming? I know I didn't. He says I'm good at it, but in all reality it's terrifying and takes a lot more brain power than being a sub. So I guess this blog will be turning into a "K is a pain whore, but has to turn it off sometimes to put her little bitch boy in his place." Any tips on how to be half decent at this are most appreciated.

     Also, needle play is much more intense than one would be led to believe. Perhaps a story for later.



XOXO
           K

Ring of Fire

Last night was lovely. Went to an event, met some incredible people. Most importantly, I learned what my mentor does. Not that I have the capacity to put into words what it is that he does, but it was phenomenal to watch.

I became the backdrop for a show. While covered in alcohol, he zapped little sections of my back with the Violet Wand so that I became a human hibachi. After he moved on from my back, he drew a trail with mousse up my right leg, across my back, and down my left leg. I'm not sure if he zapped it, or had a lighter. . .  Either way, having mousse set on fire on your skin feels like a warm little ( side story here ) . . .

Remember Tribbles? From Star Trek?

Yea. Tribbles turned me into a racetrack. Fireplay cherry has been popped. Lovely evening.

So. . .  I've been slacking on my blog. Sorry. Life got crazy with my first week back at school. I'll get better at it. I think this blog grounds me, gives me something to do every day. 

XOXO

K

Big Bad Scary Dom

Once upon a time there was a girl named K. Young K was naive and trusted everyone because she lived in the wealthiest, safest county in the state where she was raised. In one of K's earliest adventures with a Dom, she decided to trust a man who seemed like the most charming man in the world. A man who would open doors for her, and call her cute names in public, and spank her just the way she liked when in private. One day, the Dom asked K what she thought about being tied up and gagged and K said that she would "try anything once".

So there she was, gagged & bound spread eagle on a hotel bed. She was so excited for all the fun that was surely about to commence. The Dom walked quietly out of the bathroom with an Exacto knife. K wondered what that was for, she had never seen knives being used for playtime. . . The Dom explained that he was going to carve "naughty things" into her young, perfect skin. K panicked, but the Dom straddled her torso and began his work. K cried and screamed as loud as she could through the gag, the Dom had bought the corner room on an empty wing of the hotel. No one could hear her.

When the carving was done, the Dom walked back into the bathroom. K thought it was over until the Dom returned. In his hand was a chunk of charcoal. He explained as he remounted, that he would rub the brickette into the cuts & it would form a tattoo. K didn't scream anymore, just cried.



I still have the word "SLAVE" carved/tattooed into my ribs. It will never go away. I've thought about getting a tattoo to cover it, but I've come to realize that it is part of my story. No one else has this story, just me.





XOXO
K

The Talk

I had "The Talk" with my mom today. You know. . . "When a mommy and daddy love each other very much, the daddy puts his . . . " Except it went more like, "Yes, mom, its consensual. No, mom, it isn't abuse. Yes, you're right, it is very dangerous . . ."
I don't think I will ever be a mother, so I can't say that I understand where she's coming from. But I understand where she's coming from. She gets to worry about me, it's her right as my mother. I have been severely injured living in the BDSM world. I will probably be injured again, I hope not, but that's the reality.


This semester's tuition was $1575. I bought my books today, they cost $375.63. You would think that they would have the decency to at least buy me a pear martini from Cheesecake Factory. Nope. You will exalt the massive, protruding genitals of academia, and you will like it!

I would settle for a vodka & Sprite . . .


My History of World Religions professor is sponsoring a trip to India for two weeks this winter. I want to go so bad, but guess who has two tits & won't be able to afford it. . .  This girl!


On the next edition of NudeChronicles, it will be the story of how K learned that some men are not Doms, but big scary monsters who just want to hurt little girls. Bring your popcorn & pajamas!



XOXO
K

Long Day

First day of fall semester. All of my professors are tolerable and I get on campus early enough in the morning to get a parking spot. Coffee from the cafeteria is still slightly less appealing than used motor oil.

Got to play with a Dom last night. Two product reviews are done now. . .  Hoss & the crop. I hate crops and he knows it. So of course he decides that I need a complete product review & he would only use the crop to beat me. This particular Dom can be quite a butthole, but his gentlemanly bits are some of my favorite. So I guess I'll keep him around.

Update on Hoss. . .  HE FITS!!! Okay, so he only fits about half way in, but that's something. The Dom I was with last night convinced Hoss that he wanted to occupy my lady bits. Or, I suppose convincing my lady bits that they ( It? What is correct here? ) should allow Hoss to gain entrance.  Pictures were taken, if I fall in love with any of them, I'll post them.



Okay, sorry for such a short post, I'm exhausted. Mondays will probably be post-less because it's the day I go to school & work. I'll make up for it tomorrow. Tomorrow's post will be pretty legit, I'm excited for you guys to read it.


XOXO
K