Sir had a small task for me over night last night and into today which I have to say was pretty bad as it involved disrupting my sleep.

Task 7
Equipment required

• Ankle Cuffs
• Wrist cuffs
• Collar

The Task
To sleep naked overnight with ankles and wrists cuffed and collar on. I will set an alarm for 3am, get up, go to the bathroom and read the list of 41 humiliating words on my body out loud before returning to bed.

The report
I never sleep naked....

Balls are fun. You get to kick them around and whack them and squeeze them and dive on them. No, not those balls, silly. Soccer balls! Soccer is awesome. Why, you ask? I'll tell you why.

Why do I like soccer? I like soccer because men run around in tiny white shorts and show off their well defined legs. I like it because they grunt and grab one another and turn into animilistic cavemen. Why do they turn into cavemen? I don't know. It's just a ball, jeez. Speaking of balls, balls are fun...

Hello all!

Warning: This may all just be the fever induced ramblings of a kinky rainbow. Don't feel obligated to read to the end.

I have so many things I want to say, and I want to tell everyone individually, but it is a lot to say!

Modshipping!
I am a mod now! YAYYY! It is making me joyfully happy to help out with the site that has given so much to me over the past few years. I still have a lot to figure out and learn, but got really good at moving...

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So, this Butterfly is sick and I guess it is making me realize just how important it is for me to have somebody in my life who takes care of me.

Mr. Devious is so wonderful at doing that. He does the housework that I don't like doing, or don't have time for. He cooks for me. He lets me sleep in, puts gas in my car, buys me medicine, put bandaids on me, and gives me snuggles.

Feeling as though I am being taken care of is important to me from a D/s stand point as well. How...

(Please excuse any typos, it's 3 am and I am in bed writing this on my phone)

The other night, I was laying in bed messaging my Dom (oh, by the way, I have a Dom!) and he was teasing me about an idea that has popped into his head. He asked me if I was scared. It took me a moment to answer. My heart was beating, my mind was racing, my mouth was a bit dry (and ok, maybe, just MAYBE my clit was throbbing) ... I was a bit nervous but I wasn't scared.

And I think that is how...

Warning. The following may not be to everyones taste.

I think I have made it quite clear that I adore my girl. We were speaking the other night, and, as it sometimes does, talk turned to darker subjects. What happens when one or the other of us isnt here anymore, when the grim reaper takes his due?

So we made a pact. Assuming I am the one left behind, I take one final ride. Hopefully I will be close enough to take advantage before she has cooled. Otherwise I may have...