Monday, 9 November 2015

I hereby declare that the next four days are all about being turned on and getting happy. The planets are all lined up, it's time to play


Time for Fb to be let out of her box to play!

Midday on Friday and thanks to clamps, suckers and vacuum tubes my diaper is soaked without even having pee'd yet!!

I slipped it on after the The Boss went to work and spent some wet hours, torturing my nipples, while telling my sissy on whisper a nice long story to get him off.

Just for you Dolly x 

All this has helped get the mojo running wild but my guess is the fact The Boss and I have set aside the weekend for bondage is doing it's bit as well, the anticipation of what's to come making me fidgety to say the least. The Boss learned a long time ago that it only takes a few crumbs to start leading me down the right path, so instructions for shaving and clothing, or lack there of are having a quite dramatic effect.

 Here I am Boss, enjoying the discomfort, waiting for you to return!
But today I need to get some cut scenes finished so I'll be writing about the actually sex and domination while we're actually playing. It's been ages since we've been able to do nothing but play and I can't wait. I'm working on the feeder story and the tentacle story at the same time. Both are going to explore extremes and I'm having to do a lot of establishing. It's dull for me but I think it'll be worth it. Each story is going to have several scenes, like the "life in bondage books", rather than being just a one wank wonders but with each building to seriously extreme conclusions. I'm trying to avoid the build up to the first scene in each being too much but there may be follow ups so I want firm foundations.

It's only polite if you're robbing a character of any dignity to at least give her some back story.


5pm Saturday and I've completed my first feeder scene, it's not been easy concentrating with The Bosses demands but it's worth it just to wear my harness. It's impossible to ignore and makes my nipples so sensitive. I like the discomfort it creates and know I will still be uncomfortable for quite some time after it comes off. Day two of wearing it will be even harder and that's some thing I'm genuinely looking forward to.

The Boss has fucked my face while hogtied and spanked me so hard I'm avoiding  my left cheek. It's been a very good day. A friend posted in Facebook she's had a great day baking, horse for courses I guess. I'm now going to see if my baby and dolly are about on whisper.

They're a great way to discretely keep stoking my boiler without The Boss knowing what I'm up to. I find I can't resist telling him if I make people cum, I like him to know what a slot I am and the punishment that comes as a result. Most likely my day will end with my cooking pasta naked but for cuffs and harness, spending my evening tied on the bed while he drinks and torments me.

My guess is then it will a night sleeping cuffed and if I'm properly obedient I may be allowed to cum tomorrow. The writing will of course play a co dependent role in all this.


I was almost right, there was also a heavy steel butt plug and nose shackle to contend with over night, so sleep was sporadic.  Sunday has started off with a very mellow feeling, wake, bake and bondage. The Boss is playing some game on his tablet with a fascinating PBS documentary about prohibition in the back ground, while I am deciding which book to work on. If it weren't for the fact I'm wearing rubber, a ball gag and manacles it would be just another lazy Sunday.

The day will get weirder, more specialist clothes and gear, long periods spent tied up and sucking cock but I learned a long time ago that kink needs to be insinuated into our ordinary life for it to work rather than it substituting normality. Neither of us are the kind of people that can play act so adopting personas just ends with embarrassment.


I don't know why you bother pretending to be a good wife, we both know you're place is at my feet!

Sunday rolled by slowly until a command saw me tied to the bed clad in full black latex on all fours.

Then a release briefly for weed, Pringles and schnapps. Only to resume and end with me being forced into the stocks and finally allowed to cum.

An orgasm you can't avoid or resist is such a sweet thing!

The harness has marked me so nicely and I can still feel my cuffs two hours after I took them off.

The plus side of spending the weekend devoting myself to bondage sex and pornography is it makes life all about pleasure, profit and delicious pain. The down side? It's addictive, the real world gets less appealing and the more logical the decisions of the subs in my books, to pack it all in and avoid being human ever again.

Just living for pleasure!

I have tomorrow to myself as well, a gap in shifts and The Boss being at work will mean I can continue being Fb for a bit longer. If I'm lucky, a kind deity may grant me an easy week so who knows, maybe I can use my excess mojo to push one of the stories ahead. I have a worry that spreading myself too thin isn't effective given my chaotic thought processes. Not sure if the distraction of nursing my bruises will be helpful either. The sensations from the weekend being kept alive for days will make me just want to do it all again and again!!

This post is all over the place, I can't write about what I get up to, but by god it sums up my writing right now. Something is going very right in that the mojo is working over time but it's so very random.


Too many ideas and desperate to play with them all at once but nothing's hitting home. Satisfying, yes, but no one act or chapter is creating enough of a, reaction, resolution or solid idea, to make me remain focused enough to  throw myself into finishing a story. I'm wondering if writing about such specific fetishes throughout a stories single too restrictive to think creatively?

Or have I just smoked waaaay too much weed which is why I'm rambling and can't really remember what I have written.........

Either way I certainly need to concentrate more on writing for pleasure rather than fretting about output, that was never why I started and it mustn't be why I do it.

It's about the sensation not the production!
The Boss has gone to work but my long weekend of fetish has some time left in it yet. Got a nice cosy pair of pull ups on to be warm and wet in, maybe an enema just because I can but not sure yet. Four solid days of sex, bondage and fetish, my gag and harness marks are hurting, my bruises aching I am indeed a happy pervert!!


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