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.

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