Hi everyone,

so even after writing a thank you note and explaining that if i don't cry when spanked during last night's dare then it would get repeated, I didn't cry. I dressed in my naughty schoolgirl outfit and bent over so Master could spank each ass cheek 70 times, the intensity getting harder each time. However, I don't think he was trying too hard to make me cry as they all landed quite lightly so he shook me, told me off and made me lean over again. He did it again, much harder...

This is a reflection on my feelings and thoughts over the past week.

Since I've had a very bad week being sickly and all, I've decided to declare myself as weird. Since a conversation I had with a friend, he will know who he is as I go on with this entry, regarding serial killers, nose bleeds and sex.

I don't know why it fascinates me so much. I wasn't even a thought when most of these serial killers started their killing spree. How can my family have no idea who they are...

As that sadness lays in your heart, think of the brightness you had.
As that sadness lays in your heart, think of the happiness you had.
As that sadness lays in your heart, think of what you shared together.
As that sadness lays in your heart, think of what was created.
As that sadness lays in your heart, think of what cannot be put into words.
As that sadness lays in your heart, think of what will never leave your heart.
As that sadness lays in your heart, think...

I've been pushed over the limit in real life before, but never like this. This wasn't an intensity issue. It wasn't unhygienic. It's not even something I've been shielded from in real life. I thought I'd share with you this particular time I was pushed over my limits because it's a very specific time, and I learned a lot about my self in this moment.

I was playing with a friend at uni. We'd had a great day exploring, doing parkour and generally having a great time. We went back to her...

Hi everyone,

So with a new Master to obey my night got more interesting. He wanted me to repeat the professional hooker dare which had caused me such grief when I first did it but with Master watching and knowing punishment would be given if I didn't do it, I swallowed back my fears and got on with it, stripping down in front of him to get changed into a thong, mini skirt and shirt tied under breasts. I had to rewrite my writing so he could see it and then handed him my phone to record....

No poems today. I have a little rant to make.

I was chatting to someone I know on Fetlife. We're not friends on there, but she found me and regognised my name, location and idioms from real life. Seriously, if anyone actually knows me around here I wouldn't be hard to trace.

I'll be honest here, I never really liked her; but I do admire some of the things about her. She is driven, intelligent and jumps into whatever she does with such enthusiasm. She makes friends easily...

Lifestyle rules - everyday
1. Every morning I must write ‘SLUT’ on right breast and right thigh, and ‘WHORE’ on left breast and left thigh
2. I am only allowed to wear 2 things of the following at a time: Pants or skirts longer than midthigh, panties, bra, tights.
3. Once a day, you have to drink water and eat a meal from a bowl on all four like a pet.
4. Anytime I write a blog or entry for my story I must be naked with pegs on nipples and vibe duct taped to clit on high...