Well, this is the end of week 1. I must say, I am very displeased with myself. However, today did go pretty well, so that's something. I was a little off at times but I think I made my quota for today. And tomorrow begins the next set of rules! I'm not really that excited about it, though...

I am considering switching up the rules a bit more, maybe make it so at some point I have to go pee every hour? I dunno. Anyway, I am really running out of things to write in this blog. I guess I will...

Since my circumstances have changed, my service to Miss Cassandra has developed as well as my kinks, please call me Bella, and support me to follow these (new) rules:

1) I have to count all my orgasms since August, the 27th 2017, and update that number called HISTORY on getDare. See my signature.

2) Except for further rules or by order of Miss Cassandra, I mustn't have an orgasm HISTORY days after my last one.

3) If I was wearing female panties during my last...

Recently I've had three different members talk to me for the first time and later tell me I'm not as scary as I seem.

It got me thinking to if even more people think I am scary/unapproachable etc. I can be pretty blunt at times, but that's usually only when I'm calling out BS or someone being rather silly. And I'm usually still nice about it, even then.

So I wondered exactly what made me seem scary. Is it because of the bluntness? Or because I call it as I see it? Am I actually...

I cannot even count how many times I have said a variation of the following phrase:

Quote:

Finding somebody who is compatible with you is hard, but when you do, it is worth it.

I still believe this. I have seen this. But the waiting part sucks!

I have tried to be patient. I have tried to remain positive. But I just want to melt into a big puddle of subbiness and I can't do that without a Dom!

I have talked to a few decent people. I have done a few...

A late update simply to say that I have failed to uphold my rules today. Kinda long day, surprised I didn't actually take the time to try... I guess this is what happens when I have little to no motivation. Ah well, hopefully tomorrow goes better.

See you tomorrow.

Almost there to the point where I start adding my first new rule. Also, as it turns out, weekends just suck for having rules. I hate living with my parents. Any one of my friends and I could get away with anything, but trying to hide from my asshole of a stepfather... Well, it's no fun interacting with him, but keeping secrets from him just makes it harder. Doesn't help that I hate him so much... However, that is aside the point.

Today I didn't drink hourly (what a surprise), but I did...

I answered an ad on CL from a couple. They wanted a submissive male to join them. I got to their motel room at midnight. I knocked and the door opened. "You the faggot," a burley man asked? I nodded and was ushered into the room. It was one of those suites with two rooms. I saw two big cocked black guys watching tv and a heard a lot of moaning from the bedroom. The burly guy explained that his wife was being gangbanged and that my job was to keep the cocks hard while they waited their turn....