Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. The five stages of grief. Add hysteric laughter across all stages and you have a good idea of what I went through on my way home from work yesterday evening. On the train ride home I checked my emails to see what dares were in store for me today. "I'm exhausted. Please no workouts! And not a lot of masturbating. I already got a DENIED today. And pretty please with sugar on top: no pain to my pussy." Some mails with complimentary remarks about...

That was a close call! Very close. By a hair's breadth close. I looked into the abyss, and I desperately wanted to jump and fly, if only for a few seconds. But, well … I'm still here. Cowering near the ridge. I like the view. I'm ecstatic to be here. And I hate to be here. It's complicated.

The day started quite nicely. After writing the report about the day before yesterday I prepared my breakfast, topless, handcuffed, gagged with my breathable ball gag and with binder clamps on my nipples....

Can you imagine having an orgasm in a crowded supermarket? You've fought it for some time, "No, not here amidst innocent weekend shoppers!", but then you feel the wave approaching, unstoppable. You close your eyes, your hands cling to the handrail of your cart, and the wave hits. When you resurface and open your eyes you meet the unbelieving stare of an elderly woman, ossified with a piece of cheese in her hand. As you look around you can feel a chorus of disapproval, "What a slut!",...

I know Good Friday is not supposed to be a happy and easy-going holiday, and of course not all a lascivious one. But I was edgy and aroused the whole day and couldn't await the evening because I had received such a nice collection of dares early in the morning: extended masturbation, a thorough pussy spanking and a combination of humiliating tasks exactly to my liking. I decided to begin my evening session earlier than usual because I wanted to enjoy it completely and utterly. If I hadn't gotten a DENIED...

The weather has been awful yesterday, cold and freezing rain, and on my way back from the library I missed the train and had to wait for 20 minutes in the iciness. When I finally arrived home I was no longer slightly horny from not wearing panties as I had been the whole time in the library, but just chilled to the bones. I quickly undressed, put on my warmest pyjama top (no bottom because of BOTTOMLESS day), and hid myself away in bed. And while slowly warming up again I thought about what I should...

Sometimes it is not only important what things happen, but also when they happen. Yesterday, for example, I had just gotten up and switched on the electric kettle to make some tea when my mobile beeped. The WATER dare, water only for the day, accompanied with the message: "I would hate this one so I thought I would send it to you." Nice! I dreaded this one. Of course tea isn't the problem, but I drink way too much soda – I guess about 1,5 litres on average a day, up to 3 litres on bad days....

The second day of my new adventure … Again I started with my meditation on submission, but I have to admit I couldn't really concentrate. I had woken up horny; I was horny while writing my report on yesterday's session; I had difficulty to concentrate on my studies; I was looking forward to the evening … My libido has been in overdrive for the last couple of days. I trembled a bit when I undressed for my session. I put my pillow on the floor, kneeled down and let my body come to rest on my lower legs...