Torture of choice: Electricity
Code retrieved: Yes
Duration: 17 minutes 36 seconds

Asslvr kissed me and then started the timer. He then led me to the wooden chair he had set in the middle of the room. Before I sat down, he asked me to put in the wevibe.

Of course I didn't comply, I was not going to help the enemy, so instead I sat on the bed and crossed my legs. He asked a few more times for me to open my legs, and I just smiled sweetly and said "No"....

Asslvr and I decided to do our first role play scene yesterday. A couple months ago I read a blog and a story about an interrogation and it really turned me on. I loved the idea of being tortured and the only way out would be to give up the information that Asslvr wanted.

We decided to set it up like this:

I would choose a 3 digit code and write it down on seperate sticky notes on the wall in the living room. Asslvr would torture me however he wanted, no limits, until I...

That got your attention, didn't it?

Actually erections do feature, but sorry to dissapoint, they aren't the core of this blog. If you were hoping for gratuitious dickage, you can leave now.

I woke up this morning to my girl's weekly report. It isn't a sexual report, but once a week she is to give me her "reflections on the week before" it is my way of keeping track of her progress, and her way of telling me her thoughts on certain things when she has had time...

I first got interested in bladder control a long time back due to certain things that happen to me and people I knew,
A short story is written below to explain how this all first came about,
At first I started on my self and later with my Sister with her consent,
But after that I found other girls where in the same uncomfortable and embarrassing position that my sister was in that time,
With there consent I worked with them but later had to become harsh and add rules as it...

I'm a numbers gal. 9 days. That's 216 hours. Normally, I would subtract 8 hours per day for sleeping, but I never sleep 8 hours. So, on average I sleep about 6 hours. Maybe. Which is 54 hours. Now, for 5 of those days, I'll be in school or driving to school, which is about 20 hours in total.

Which still leaves 142 hours. Ish. My math may be wrong, but I don't care enough to check.

So, 142 hours unaccounted. I could split it into minutes, but that's much more annoying....

I have a hard time asking for help! I know, surprise surprise! But the thing is, everybody needs help sometimes.

I just recently moved across the country. I was really unhappy where I was. I was stressed all the time, I carried around alot of emotional baggage from being abused for years by my dad, going through a really rough break up after being together for 6 years, drug dealing uncles, family members getting arrested for stealing, and a whole lot of people lying to me.
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It's nothing really; a small silver chain around my neck. I wear it constantly because it makes him happy for me to have a reminder.

I also wear it as a reminder to myself. Not of my submission, although it gives me fun memories of that, but of the relationship that we have.

Every time I touch it, I'm reminded that there is someone who cares. Someone who has spent time and a significant amount of energy making me happy. Someone who I trust, to an extent, and who hopefully...