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

Our House, In the Middle of Our Street

I was informed that I am under the protection of a house yesterday. Almost cried I was so happy. Unfortunately, I accepted it in the most un-graceful way possible. I got confused thinking I was being put under consideration, not particularly ready to be put under consideration. Really dumb moment, I'm sure it won't be my last. Still really happy to have heard that though.

A Dom that I talk to regularly, requires the use of "Sir". I hate using "Sir" unless I'm in a high protocol setting, actually belong to Him, or in a scene. It feels fake. It never sets quite right, and I'm not sure why. I have no problem using it in the aforementioned times, but in informal conversation, ugh. . .  He requires it at least once per text, sentence, etc.  "Four minutes and 36 seconds left in the third, Sir"  That sounds so dumb.

Yes, that was a football reference. Pre-season game. My team lost. Bad. 31-17. No further discussion is required.


The product review of the week is spiraling downward. . .  My lady bits are significantly tighter than I had anticipated. Hoss isn't going anywhere until I invest in more lube.

Put a new picture online.  I absolutely love it. We'll see if it's less "morbidly obese horse" and more "adorable K looking awesome". I think it's a pretty awesome picture but we'll have to see what the peanut gallery thinks. He's kindof stopped talking since I wrote about him in the blog. . . Poor thing is probably shy, bless his heart.

Side note. . . you can say terrible things about people if you follow it up with, "Bless their heart."
Fact.


XOXO
K

Lady Luck, Part Deux

So the meeting with the Domme went well. We went to an awesome asian restaurant that apparently serves alcoholic bubble tea. . .   I love alcohol, and I love bubble tea. This place is now in my top 15 restaurants in the city.

She said that she would like to see me again & I am pretty darned excited. Hope this turns into something, and even if it doesn't, she's a really nice person that I could see easily being friends with.


Okay, so the product review for the week is. . .  ***drumroll***

Hoss by Tantus <--- Link



In case the picture doesn't do it justice, or you didn't follow the link. . . Hoss weighs in at 2 1/2 pounds, about 13 inches long, and almost 9 inches around. This week should be fun!

I was going to review a crop this week, but the Dom that has the crop that I like was busy this weekend & I didn't feel like waiting. Maybe the crop will come next week. We'll see.


My last fall semester begins on Monday. Only two semesters left until I get a college degree that's worth something. Not that a fine arts degree isn't worth anything, but a liberal arts degree is more useful. I can't wait to be out of school and into the real world.

I need my own apartment. Or a roommate. Or a box under a bridge. Point is, I need to not live with my parents anymore. The upside to being married? At least I had my own house. . .


XOXO
K

Holy Cow

I GOT MY FIRST COMMENT!!! That means someone out there is reading my blog! Holy crap I am so flippin excited! Totally encouraging!


So. . .  anywho. . .

So, on collarme, there tends to be a lot of douche bags. One in particular, has engaged me in a conversation about how I am an "idiot" because I (and I quote) "have a horse-face & should lose 50 lbs". Okay. . .  First up, my profile picture on collarme is only of my face & boobs. You would have no idea how much I weigh from that picture. I am a little on the round-er side of things, but dammit, I'm adorable. Second, me looking like an obese equine has bearing on my intelligence? This individual has no profile picture up, by the way. So. . .  There's that. Lol there will be updates on this and his journey to lose his virginity in his mother's basement. . . 


I am meeting with the Domme tomorrow. I'm really excited and nervous and feel like it's the first day of high school all over again. But mostly I am about to explode with excitement. Update will come ether tomorrow night or Saturday.


I'm working on a new product review. Going to need some help on this one. . .  I have some phone calls to make to see if I can find a Dom that would like to assist me in my research.

My cat, Leela, drug my bullet into the common area of the house this morning. That was super fun.
That's pretty much the entire story.


XOXO
K

Lady Luck

I have been with exactly one woman in my life. I have been with that one woman exactly one time. One lesbian adventure in my 22 years on this planet. Women know women better than men know women, so needless to say, the sex was great. Women are also much better at being vicious & having terrible break-ups.
 If she hadn't slept with my husband, it may have changed the aforementioned numbers. . .  But she did, so it didn't.

This leads up to. . .

I have been propositioned by a Domme. Maybe propositioned isn't the right word.  Whatever. A Domme is interested in me, and that is pretty darned exciting. Hoping to meet for lunch or drinks this week. This will definitely earn it's own post.


Super Exciting News!!!

My first product review was published! Y A Y!!!

What next? Thinking about possibly a vibrator. . .  A bit more personal.


XOXO
K

Gotta Pay the Bills

I got a job. The perfect job, in fact. I am a reviewer of sex toys. I get to lay around my house and fiddle with my lady bits all day long and get paid to do so. This week's object of pleasure is the Fluffy Flogger by Ruff Doggie Styles. So I guess it's not fiddling with my lady bits, but you get the point. Until I am an advanced reviewer, I have to either review toys that I already have, or I have to purchase them. I don't own the Fluffy Flogger personally, but I have had one used on me. I can't say much more about it on here because the company I write for will get testy.But I will have a "Toy of the Week" update & say what the vibrator/phallus/nipple clamp du jour is.


Finally able to talk again today & the strep is subsiding in a slow, painful death.


I have a Dom that would like to write on me. I've never been written on before, but I can understand how the sensations would be crazy-awesome. Hmm... more to come on this later.

Also, still to come. . . cell popping adventure.



I need another good beating. . .  all of my bruises are gone & I'm jonesing for some subspace.


XOXO
K

All Together Now. . .

So. . .  I have a profile on collarme. Someone had the balls to ask if I was enjoying the pain of having strep. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Dumb.

I'm considering cell popping. Never done it, excited to do it. From what I understand, cell popping is holding a heated "probe" against the skin, tapping it against the skin long enough to cause the water in the skin cell to heat & evaporate. The "pop" is more or less the water turning to steam & the cell bursting. I know someone who has done it before & I'm thinking about talking to him about the whole situation. Pretty pumped.

Fall semester starts one week from today. I will be graduating *again* in the spring. This will be my second degree and I couldn't be more excited. Now I just have to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. . .


Fun fact of the day. . . Pharmacists don't understand that when you have strep, you can't swallow pills. But they don't like to give adults liquid antibiotics because it's really intended for children. I CAN BARELY SWALLOW MY OWN SPIT, YOU WANT ME TO SWALLOW A HORSE PILL?!   ugh. . .



XOXO
K

Ugh. . .

I have strep. The least fun illness of all time. Totally the worst, no arguments.

Will post something entertaining later. . .


K

Strike Three, I'm Out

After several nights in a row of scene-ing, I am exhausted. I wrote about night one in my last post, and it was pretty legit. He was kindof a weirdo, but he knew how to use his tools. I do love me some flogging. . .  I was also whipped for the first time ever. The ended with me curled up on the floor, bawling. And by "on the floor", I mean dangling from the ceiling. . .  Because I was shackled to the ceiling. Called my safeword, and I haven't done that in quite some time. So that was fun.

Night two was less intense. It involved a new friend, that I adore. He is incredibly sweet and extremely involved in the community. The night involved some anal, not much rough play, fisting *which I LOVE*, and some more vanilla-y activities. He also informed me that the guy I was with on night one, was a creeper and he had heard only negative things about him. Good to know.

Last night I was able to have a session with one of my favorite Doms. Mostly flogging, but then he has a paddle-ball paddle that he loves to use. I hate the paddle-ball paddle. Satan invented paddle-ball paddles.

Today was supposed to involve another session, but his car wouldn't start. . .  He's flaked out before. We'll see how many more chances he gets.


Eventually I'll get myself together & find a Dom to stay with and stop running around.

But not today. Because this is fun :)


Fun side note. . .  As of today, I have lost a total of 35 pounds!



XOXO
K

Out for Drinks

Tonight is a big night. I'm going out with a Dom for "drinks". I think that we can all be adults about this. . .  Going "out for drinks" in any male-female relationship clearly means someone, if not everyone, will end up naked. This may be true in male-male & female-female relationships, but I have no way of knowing. Anyway, going to a bar to meet him, and then I would imagine, back to his place for a session. He claims that he loves it when a girl cries and whines, but I've heard that before. I was with a Dom once that told me all these stories of how badass he was, and then when we got around to it, he stopped the second I started crying. It was all "are you okay?" and "are you done?" . . .

MAKING ME CRY IS PART OF THE POINT!!! WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT THIS?!

Needless to say, I'm a masochist. Not so much a sub as much as a masochist that likes to serve & feel useful.

Maybe he'll do it right. Maybe I'll post pictures if something really awesome shows up.


XOXO
K

And... Scene.

So the thing with Him fell apart. He said He's handing me over to His "mentor". I'm not sure what to think of this, being handed off like I mean nothing. I don't think I meant anything to Him anyway.


So much to think about and fall semester starts in just two weeks...


XOXO
K