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There are typically two possible explanations for why this tumblr gets neglected. Either a) absolutely nothing is going on in my life to report on or b) absolutely too much is happening in my life and I have no time to report on it.

It’s B this time guys. It’s been B for a while.

Which like I can’t tell you how much that means compared to this time last year, when I was stressed beyond all belief about life and career issues, scared shitless about finding people to date (besides Pup) or going to play parties, and dealing with some pretty major upheavals. I understand this is some silly aspect of my sex life, but I think it reflects that now that all the big scary stuff has started to come together, I can actually relax and enjoy myself with people. It’s been a lot of pushing past old fears and trying new things. Even these first two weeks of 2017 have been a lot of articulating for myself what I want in terms of my lifestyle – kinky and otherwise. 

Zora Neale Hurston said there are years that ask questions and years that answer. I am trying my damnedest to make this a year where I start forming answers.

And, yeah, maybe neglect my tumblr a little bit.

(Also, I get in this bad pattern where I fall so behind I get stressed out about writing and updating. And this blog was supposed to be fun and then suddenly it feels like a chore so uh major boo to that. Going to try to get back to the time where I just posted for shits and giggles and not to appease an audience. Or, otherwise, maybe step away from the tumblr.)

So bear with me. I’ve got some hot stories to finish and some hotter ones to share. But I’d rather be out making more than stressing out about getting them all written down here.

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I woke up in the middle of the night last night after having a super vivid/realistic nightmare. (The worst kind, really. Keep your monsters, something about dreaming about something actually, tangibly, believably terrible in perfect clarity.) Just now, I was complaining to Sir about how I needed to be up early today but would be out late tonight with Pup, so I might need to take a nap after work.

“That’s what you need,” he replied. “Nap times.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“With my deputy,” he said. “Wish you had a paci.”

This, coming from the guy who a year ago insisted he really wasn’t into Daddy/little stuff. Who now was deciding that my task today is to go find a pacifier and then take a nap today. 

“Do you really like this?” I asked, nervous as I always am that he’s just doing this to appease me.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I do.”

Guys, I don’t even call him Sir anymore. Like, ever.

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Sometimes, she’ll find her breakfast and a list of tasks when she wakes up. It’s never so much chores as preparation. Most times, it’s as simple as a pair of handcuffs or a collar. Others, it’s a bit more complicated. It’s a process, a set of steps up to preparing herself for a day to come.

She knows better than to do anything else but follow the list. Even when she doesn’t like its contents. Especially when she doesn’t like its contents.

The alternative is always worse. And obedience is always rewarding.