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I asked him today to take me to another dungeon sometime.

I promised – this time – I’d be braver.

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I like it when it’s casual.

When the ropes don’t match.

Or half of it is found objects: scarves, belts, whatever’s within reach.

There’s something really intimate about that, about how we can make do and still happen it happen.

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Photo by Alli Jiang, 2011

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Yes. There’s an entire tag devoted to that. As in, there is a tag, called the “me” tag, where I have my photos. Should I have been more coy about this?

The tag has thirty pictures of me, ranging from my full body to something as focused as a bruise on my thigh. I’d say that’s more an egomania pop than an entire egomania explosion.

BUT.

Some people post up hundreds of photos of themselves. Some people post up three. Some people post none. 

All of these people are okay. 

Sure, there’s a degree of egomania in any blog on the Internet in the sense that someone thinks people actually care about what’s going on in their lives to the extent that they want to read about it on a regular basis. But, this blog is the only journal I’ve ever been able to keep. It’s a place for me to express myself and regardless of whether or not you’re along for the ride, it’s done me a lot of good. Posting photos of myself has made me more comfortable with my body, writing about my experiences has helped me to be less ashamed of my sexuality and recognize it as a healthy thing. And your approval of how I run this space has no impact at all on the positivity that it has brought into my life.

So, uh, see ya.

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I was a bad girl today.

As part of my punishment, I’m posting this little clip from when Sir recorded us fucking while he moved me in.

At this point, he kept teasing me with his cock and slapping my pussy whenever I thought he was about to fuck me. So, um, I got a little desperate.

If anyone needs me, I’ll be hiding for eternity.

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Current status.