Friday, 30 May 2014

Talk about first world problems, the iPod I keep upstairs for late night jotting and the watching of sneaky porn is more than just a little temperamental. Okay, I got it cheap because the cameras a bit shonky but I can guarantee it always locks up and needs restoring when I've got a blog entry ready to roll! 


18 has finally rolled out !!! 

The clips on the cover are my current favourite toy btw!

Life really got In the way of getting it done sooner. Between hospital appointments, the cat passing away and crap at work leaving me too knackered to concentrate, it was far too long coming (or is that cumming, still no ones answered that question). I get so frustrated when can't set aside time to immerse myself in the brethren. The fact that people like the books is beyond wonderful but at the end of the day they really are me indulging myself. I write stuff that makes me horny and as a way of excorcising what ever is currently obsessing me (and thanks to The Boss it's nipples that are occupying me just at the moment)


 

My nipples are so fucking sore right now, the boss currently has a thing about wanting to see them hard, this has meant an awful lot of time being spent clipped, clamped and stretch. Although, I have to admit drawing blood felt a rather nice this morning. We seem to be playing some quite subtle obedience games. As I mentioned before at one time we tended towards quite formal big long weekend games but now it's creeping more into everyday life, which I have to say is in a way more exciting because it's that bit more controlling. I have to give up power instantly, there's no time to think I either prove my submission unconditionally or lose the chance of some serious fun. 



The boss proved he's mastering the art of ownership very nicely yesterday, two minutes before leaving for Sainsbury's an ass hook I'd completely forgotten about was jabbed into place and its chain padlocked to my collar, long hair can hide a multitude of sins. Swine then walked as slow as was humanly  possible around the supermarket and took every opportunity just to press his hand into the small of my back. Only took a gentle push to make that bloody bit of metal dance! He also suddenly developed a reason to sit and enjoy the view from every bench on the way home! 



Apologies by the way for making the last girl drink piss! Last time till it obsesses me again promise. It was just that once I'd compressed her in all that rubber I couldn't resist!


Okay, so she's not exactly in the right pose but this bloody Seagate takes fucking forever for pictures to load and I got fed up looking for one that is!

I'm dying to play with Stepford type domestic servitude in book 19, obedient wives being punished for bad behaviour and not being dirty enough. Drudges, dolls and bimbos, I want to play with themes around long term bondage and body mods. Given the state of my nipples and the fact that the boss is likely to keep up the assault on them for some time (he does get fixated occasionally) I have a feeling there is also likely to be a lot of breast play and torture. 

I like the idea of creating a monstrous exaggeration of suburban life, the little woman kept at home. Okay, wearing a set of clamps while cleaning the bathroom makes it a little less tedious but I want to take it to the extreme, being made to endure while doing the wifey duties and being punished for non compliance. I liked Albert having a mistress maybe I'll play around with that, a slave in the kitchen, bimbo waiting in the bedroom? After all if you don't have kids in a semi there's plenty of room for other bodies, or what better way to maintain domestic harmony than for two doms to keep a criminal to play with! 



Def liking this theme more and more! A bizarre kind of normal on the surface, mown lawns, fetes and town councils. Enormous amounts of restraint and domination behind closed doors, punctuated with regular public humiliation.


Just found this.......hmmmm, like it!!!



Couldn't resist buying this on eBay! Will finish my head to toe rubber in style.




I gave in to vanity the other day and Googled my books. I discovered that some catholic scholars are in for a bit of a surprise, they're included on a reading list for catholic studies. My guess is the word brethren is making them show up on a search but whatever the reason my apologies to anyone offended!

I got an email from a fan yesterday, talk about over the moon. He was so kind, it's always nice to know I'm actually producing stories that people enjoy! I need to find out how to give kindle books as gifts, I can send Smashwords vouchers but the give as gift button seems to have disappeared on Amazon! 

I am such a fucking amateur at all this, my books need editing on Goodreads and in an attempt to upload a better edited copy of book two to Smashwords I've lost track of which copy was nuked and keep getting bloody ePub errors! I also need to get tax stuff sorted  

but 


I'm wearing rubber pants, my nipples are hard as hell and my head is full of ideas for book 19 and I really really want The Boss to get home and do this kind of shit to me.  



my guess is it will all just have to wait, again.


Friday, 2 May 2014

Ok, so you can add in consistent to my list of blogging sins. The plan was to do at least a small entry each week but that soon bit the dust. I've come to the conclusion that my writing mojo and my kink are quite largely dependent on some kind biochemical element in my brain. The whole psychology of this kind of thing has fascinated me for a long time, well, brains in general are a bit of a pet subject. Having spent my working life dealing with the fall out from damaged and abnormal ones you get quite and insight but over the last few years I've been analysing my own behaviour quite a lot and can't help but ask questions about what makes me tick. I'm guessing this is a bit of an age thing.


Now your nice and comfortable lets open that head pf yours up to see what's going on!


It's the old nature versus nuture thing and I'm sure I've gone on at length in the past about how my urge to actually physically indulge in bondage etc comes and goes, I can even identify very specific life events as a child which awakened the urge to be tied up etc. Tightly pulled bed covers and a trip to the doctors, where I saw a particular picture in the Dandy comic of all bloody things spring to mind but there seem to be other more subtle influences.

The pill kills my kink stone dead!! It evens out my hormones and temperament to the point that I actually feel quite flat, spent a lot of my younger years on it and was a kink free zone, stopped the pill and it reared up with a vengance. Took it again for short time, kink disappears but in amongst all of this I've discovered that if I don't express my crazy with bondage etc it leaks out in other ways which are much more detrimental. 




We're keeping you like this so you don't hurt youself!

So what I'm actually getting too in all this is the fact that not being able to drink for the last nine days and taking anitbiotics also seems to have fucked my mojo up royally!! Without being a bore about my health (after all if that was the point of the blog I'd get my mother to write it) I had antibiotics to stop a gum being a nuisance. Now, there was no pain so I can't blame that for getting in the way and I did have a meeting which was on my mind but again, nothing significant, so all I can put my mental and emotional 'blandness' down too is the antibiotics turning the wrong switches off in my brain and not being able to turn them back on again with alcohol. Oh and before anyone else says it, no I couldn't drink on these anitbiotics, they are one of the few you can't, everybody has revelled in telling me that not drinking on anitbiotics is a myth (don't you just hate it when people think they've come up with fact you didn't know and they go into smug mode!) I've felt flat over the last few days which has meant not only has their been no blog but 18 has stalled as well. 

Last night was a my first drink and already the ideas are starting to roll again, which is a good thing because at this precise moment I've left James standing on a gantry high above a brothel waiting for Lola, it's complicated. 

I keep trying to make James a more sympathetic character but no matter how hard I try he just keeps acting like such a cunt! I know I really shouldn't use that word as an insult I should be more pc but he really is such a selfish ass hole and sooo frustratingly I still can not for the life of me picture what he looks like in my head. Every now and then if I'm stuck I look for pictures to set scenes, houses etc and I'm certainly no stranger to using the excuse of needing inspiration as a reason to watch lots and lots of porn but James face just won't come to me, everyone else but not James!

I'm afraid I've given in to my obsessive side and set up an old laptop specifically for the purpose of downloading replacements for the files I've found not to be working, I'm beginning to distrust the seagate storage. I'm not sure if the files didn't work before they were transferred but every now and then I keep finding more that just won't run and a few days ago I found some photo's were corrupt but I can only back up so much. It wouldn't hurt me to have a good clear out  and get rid of some of the stuff that really doesn't do anything for me, I have a real distaste for porn where they try to act or that awful simpering style of women in latex stroking each other kind of thing but I'm a greedy piggie and once it's downloaded I find it hard to part with it, at least hoarding files electronically doesn't take up much physical space.

Well my ducks are all in a row today, I have the office to myself the natives are quiet and my mojo's back so I am going to devote the rest of the day to torturing the brothel owners wife, I fancy playing with the idea of some hardcore rubber enclosure, I haven't done that for a while and it will lead me nicely into the weekend when I can surprise the Boss with my new rubber trousers!



So if you'll excuse me I can hear Gisellle struggling for breath, poor woman. Not even released from all that rubber once a year for her wedding anniversary. Forced to cum all wrapped up, strapped down and dragging air through that great big mask and hose!


Oh yes, mojo def back, liking the idea of some rubber and breathplay, both on and off the page......