This blog is a little different ... it isn't necessarily facing one of my fears or pushing one of my limits, it is more about a hesitation that Sir had. Sir hates to see me hurt, and he would never do anything to hurt me intentionally. However the thought of him leaving marks on my body has really turned me on.

A lot of my friends on getDare love to show off the marks that they get from playing. A lot of them are from impact play. I have always been intrigued with their marks ... I love...

As you know, I have been nominated for getDare president. Getdare means a lot to me, and so do each one of you. As getDare President I would put each of you first. In doing so, I would make the following promises:

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ I promise to be a great friend to anybody who is in need of a friend. I am a great listener. I am loyal and am the type...

After being continuously harassed today from one user, I thought I would write this quick blog to remind everybody of a few things.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ This is a competition between friends. It is meant to be fun! The winner really doesn't get a whole lot other than to be named PRESIDENT of getDare (which does have a very nice ring to...

Recently I got to spend some time coloring with my amazing Asslvr. I had won an hour of coloring with him as a deal during one of our first deal or no deal games. I was so excited because I knew that it was something he didn't really want to do.

You may remember that I recently got a new coloring book. My first "little" task was to go to the store and pick one out. I actually was so excited that I picked out and bought two, but one was clearly my favorite. It had sea...

Normally I would be done now with the punishment Mr. Blue gave me, but Master and Mistress were not done with me yet.

Well, I had crawled into a ball, and while the orgasmic waves still rush through my body Mistress slowly pulled the cucumber out of my ass, made me reach another peak with ease. Master twisted my clit gently and asked if I want some more, like a slut would. But I hesitated and told him that it was too much for me to handle. I was stuttering and panting, not because I was...

When I sat down to write this blog, it was meant to be about being selfish and how that can sometimes be a good thing. But I think I will leave that topic for another day.

I am sitting here, at my desk at work and I am cold. I am hungry. I have a headache. I am exhausted. I have a lump in my throat that I don't think will disappear until I allow myself to cry ... but I can't cry. I cried too many tears last week.

I feel like a zombie. I feel all of those things that I...