Things i Love Post #4: Other Blogs

We all seem to go through periods of writers block or busy periods that leave us with little time to write. i'm going both ways lately.

So rather than feed my spirit by writing my own thoughts i know i can go to the blogs of others i enjoy reading. i can keep up with about a dozen or so and try to drop by each one at least once a week. i am inspired by the uniqueness and beauty of those who write and how they present themselves, their relationships and their spirits through their words and pictures. Yes, i like pictures too. And yes, sometimes i just look at the pictures ;).

Just about every time i check through my blogroll i find that i am either made to laugh or moved to tears. i always leave with something to think about. i wish i could respond to each writer as eloquently as they post but then again, sometimes it is just nice to let it all in and live in me for awhile without trying to compose a response.

Thank you for writing.

Things i Love Post #3 kitty

i love pussy.

Especially mine except it isn't mine any more.

i've freely given to Master and this is His. i happily call it Master's pussy. Very happily and even ecstatically happily call His. It's true that a sub in service is a contented one, indeed.

i had a large coffee for breakfast before setting off for appointments all morning. By about 10:30 the urge to pee was growing and by 11:30 it was almost all i could think about. The other little thing i thought about was that begining today i was to piss for Him.

my drive to please Him has become a delightful compulsion.

i suppose i could have used a ladies room along the way somewhere but it is much more wanton to me to go to the little lav along the little hallway next to the office coffee station and have a few moments in submissive bliss. And in the back of my mind i remember that last night He described to me how i was to piss for him in the office lav so in the office lav is where i need to be.

The pissing directive is less about voiding urine and more about making the experience sexual. i was already using the time alone to rub my clit or to feel my wetness and taste. Now i am to keep count of all my pissings and i am to lean forward on the seat when i do so that i can feel the pee splash against my clit. And, i am to peg both of my nipples before beginning. All women carry two clothespins in their purse, right? i do now.

i pissed three times this afternoon while at work and as i sit here writing, i am holding another in .... the urge to pee is so strong and my clit pulses as i squeeze to hold the piss inside of me while i write. i don't know if i am supposed to clamp my nips while at home. For a while i'd decided that because he said "at work" that i would keep the task as an office task but i believe He'd want me to carry the order always.

my nipples were soft the first time i peed for Master today. i pulled down my bra, pulled breasts out and pegged each nipple, leaned forward on the seat and felt the gush of hot piss stroke my clit. Delightful!

i grew more excited as the afternoon progressed. i could feel my wet labia rubbing against each other and my damp panties as i walked through the office. The more i recognized Master's pussy the wetter i got and the more i ground it into my chair or rubbed my legs together as i stood.

Later on i had to pee a second time. Again my nipples were soft and i was able to clamp them and enjoy the bit of pain as the pee massaged my clit.

The third time i went in to piss, i didn't even take the time to gently pull tits out of their cups but just pulled the bra up to expose already hardened nipples wanting so much to be clamped. My nipples were hard and puckered before being touched. This time as the pegs went on my pussy throbbed and i squeezed out just enough pee to wet myself. The pleasure was intoxicating and i cleared my mind enough so as to just live in the feelings of pulsing pussy and pleasurable painful clamped nips. i rubbed my clit, tapped the head with a finger tip,..... anything to just feel my sex for as long as i dare be away from my desk.

The fourth time i went into the lav it was purely to spend time pleasuring Master's pussy.... no pee left, just pleasure, edging pleasure.

So this is a slut in heat, mmmm?.

Things i Love Post #2: Writing

Some of us just need to get these ideas out of our heads to free up more space for more thoughts that need to be written so that we can free up more space... right? And then we enjoy picking up the thoughts of others to add to the thoughts that are accumulating in our heads so that we can think and then write so we can read and write and talk and listen more and more. Is it just an intense need to communicate? Is it because we don't have time to hang over the backyard fence and yack yack yack with our neighbors like our grandmothers did?

In any event, i know that the need to write comes and goes. When i'm quiet here things are usually just fine "out there". Sometimes i am so busy i don't have time to write. Sometimes i don't have anything to say. Sometimes i have things to say and compose wonderful (i think they're wonderful) little stories or observations while i am driving or in the shower or laying in bed in the morning and then i just don't think of them again.

Months ago when i first began writing i posted that sometimes the words come easily. When i am on my own i will typically write only when the words come easily. When i am told to write, it may or may not be easy but it is good work to accomplish for Him.

Things I Love Post #1 Timbits

Timbits... the Honey Dipped kind. At least i think that is the name of my fav little dough bite.

The conversation could go like this:

Good Morning young lady, how may i help you?

i would like a box of 10 Timbits please, Honey Dipped.

That will be (whatever they cost). Please pull around.

i reach into my purse and my wallet is right on top. i pull out nearly exact change on the first try. Exchange cash for Bits and i am on my way.


For me, though, it goes more like this:

Hello, mumble mumble please?

Um, yes, can you hear me?

Yes Ma'am.

Oh ok, i'd like a little little box of donut holes, maybe a dozen or fifteen or so, the kind that are sort of like cake donuts with glaze on them. What are those called?

mumble mumble Honey Dipped, Ma'am. They come in boxes of 10 or mumble.

i'm sorry, you are breaking up. How many?

10 or 20.

Oh 10 is fine, thank you. (i really want 20 but that is excessive.)

That will be mumble mumble. Please pull up to the window.

i reach for my purse which is zipped closed. i pull off my thick gloves to unzip and dig for my wallet which is underneath my little makup bag which holds my keys and reading glasses and a lipstick and any little notes or business cards that i may pick up long the day. i open the side of my wallet that has plastic cards and no money. i turn it around and open the other side that has money and decide i've taken too long already so hand the nice young man the first bill i come to and exchange the cash for donuts and a handful of bills and coin which i toss into my open purse to sort out later and i am on my way.