Saturday, 29 March 2014

Well, today was productive if not interesting. I'm working all weekend so decided to do a bit of editing on one of my other serious books (don't worry, I'm not about to advertise the output of my other writing persona, the brethren books are something enjoy playing with, my dirty little secret and never the twain shall meet!) 


All the best secrets are kept locked away!

Ordinarily I'd work on the brethren series but decided to knuckle under, got lots done but it was far less fun at work without a little bit of pervery. Nothing like sitting in my office secretly wearing a butt plug or a pair of rubber pants writing about real freaky shit and getting horny as hell but not this weekend, these shifts are being devoted to being practical. 


Amazing what you can get away with wearing under street clothes.



Shame because I could do with just letting myself obsess. The boss and I are taking a long weekend off work next weekend and we're going to test out bed too destruction! I have purchased far to many new items of rubber clothing and don't intend leaving the house. I've bought some loose trousers and fab pants, all made of soft heavy rubber I can't wait to get dressed up and be the bosses rubber slut. 



We made the decision to take time off and play on the fly so it's not going to be one of our role play extravaganzas but I don't care, I'm all for just throwing myself into a wild weekend and seeing what happens! Being confined and restrained of course has the upside of giving me lots of time to write so if I'm a bit disciplined for a change and get the 'proper' book finished out of the way next weekend can be devoted to being totally fb, property of the boss!!

I'm also dying to write about the creature Amber found in the crate!



Saturday, 15 March 2014

What a weird week! Started off feeling in a bad mood for no good reason. All I can put it down to is low sales, always makes me insecure about my writing when That happens but luckily I work with a good bunch of people and just by having a laugh and a moan with them manged to get my shit together a bit but some how I've still felt kind of disconnected. Decided to take a couple of days off because if my heads not in the game I'm not good to man nor beast. Thought I'd get stuck into publishing book seventeen but haven't really got my ass into gear to do it. I've got that odd distracted feeling I get when the kink starts to dominate my brain


Sit still and get writing!!!

All I can focus on is porn and daydreaming about bondage. You'd think that would mean i'd be really into getting book 17 out but quite the reverse, it's almost like now it's written I'm not interested, I've got so many ideas flooding my head for and what I want to do with The Boss  and write about in 18 it's hard to focus.

The Boss is not helping this preoccupation. The novelty of the bed seems to have brought out his inner control freak. He's making a habit of padlocking me too it on a whim. If I go to bed before him he'll lock my collar or ankle to the frame while he has a bath, just because he can. I caught him looking at more axsmar items, I have a feeling I may be getting at least one wrist cuff for my birthday. My collar and anklet are permenant so I have a feeling he's looking at completing the set.







I've always enjoyed the fact that all The Boss needs is a padlock and the inclination to hold me hostage till I do as I'm ordered but wearing enough cuffs to enable him to make me helpless and immobile without warning is a thought that makes me very happy. The Boss has always enjoyed the role of owner but a sterner edge is creeping in. He doesn't think twice about giving an order and dishing out punishment if her feels his position as my owner isn't respected and I love him for it soooo much.

Of course any addition to the bondage style jewellery won't go unnoticed. People aren't stupid, I like the uncomfortable feeling that hangs in the air when it dawns on people that 'yes' I am wearing a collar I can't remove. The only person with a key is The Boss and unless he wants to remove it this things got to be cut off. No ones ever asked outright but any grown adult knows that if I'm prepared to wear a collar like a dog in public I'm probably quite happy to behave like one in private.


At the moment he's down the pub and I'm stuck. The spreader bar he's left me wearing is short and means I can't get downstairs. Not that I'd want to go down and answer the door stark naked with bells handing from my nipples! He learnt a long time ago that if my gear isn't looked on I cheat like hell and sneak it off when he's not about so the application of plastic chastity locks is ideal, i can cut them off in an emergency but can't cheat. I just have to hope he doesn't get too hammered otherwise I could end up sleeping in the damn things, a couple of pints and he has a habit of moving the goal posts, hangovers make him horny and there's a good chance I'll have to pay a price to get released! He's definitely getting increasingly demanding, there's something about the look on his face now that says he's taking the whole thing so so much more seriously. He pulls my hair that bit harder and keeps eye contact that bit longer.


To amuse myself I'm working my way through xhamster and building a huge faves list and setting out some ideas for 18. I saw Moretta masks mentioned on tv and the idea has stuck with me, imagine if a woman couldn't remove one, locked on, jaw busted so the mask was made permenant. 


I keep toying with the idea of creating the Moretta whores, like geishas, trained and traditional but more inclined towards rubber than silk. I thought about naming a character after the fiend on face book who I confided in but that's a mine field so instead I'm naming the brothel after her much love Bettina!

He just texted demanding a picture of my nipples to see if they're still clamped, I love being owned.

Sunday, 9 March 2014

Well that's a turn up for the books, sure as hell didn't think I'd be writing my next blog entry on an iPad. I've been toying around with the idea one and mentioned it to my dad. He has a quick word with my mum and she let's me have hers! Apparently she never really got on with it and it's spent it entire life sitting in a drawer. My folks are currently enjoying a second childhood, only this time they can afford all the toys they want! Hopefully having the flexibility of some thing I can edit on will loosen my writing schedule up a bit and my output won't be so dependent on being able to get to my laptop. I have time and computers at work but it's so not worth taking the risk of putting any of my work on any kind of shared network. 



This sort of shit on a work desk top could take some explaining!!

Had a rather nice surprise this week, turns out my friend on facebook is a Dom! I was worried I'd scare the crap out of her letting her read the books but joy of joys she's on the same wavelength. I've never wanted to be part of a scene. I totally love the fact that most people share their passion but it's just not me. I don't cope with people very well but it's nice to have these occasional connections. She seemed surprised that The Boss has never read my work but it's kind of nice to keep it to myself and my distant but like minded readers. I've decided I want to call my friend my keeper. I'm not sure she realises just how powerful a position she's in. She has information about what goes on in my psyche no one else has. As a thank you I'm going use her name in book 18. 


Beat me B, you know you want to!!

17 is being edited and will hopefully be out next weekend, I'm pleased with it. There are some themes I couldn't resist playing with and I still keep thinking about piss for some reason. I go through phases of being kink obsessed, it's usually a sign that I need a good hiding form The Boss. Given the fact that I got spanked 'just because' this evening is probably a good indication that he's up for some fun too. Last night I got to test the stocks on the bed, while he had a bath. A nice fit, the cum he left drying on my tits got cold quickly though.



18 already has a brothel theme forming in my head, I want to play with a bit more technology. All the leather in 17 felt good but I like playing with hardcore mutilation.


 I like a few drops of blood in fact I've developed a bit of a thing for drawing my own. All the pain of excessive nipple play is made that bit more fulfilling when I draw blood. Being able to feel the burn of a bit of damage for the rest of the day is bliss, told you I like having secrets