I’m pretty sure SHE of all people know that I’m definitely female….. <.<
Master collared me. ^_^ And ebil, ebil,bite mark.
awww! kyuutteee!
Thank you, Josh. :)
Hm.. Why is this in my porn blog? *goes to reblog it in my diary blog.. lmao*
Successfully corrupted the religious, and what I thought was vanilla, friend. Oh my gosh. Haha. I’m excited about this. XD
For the first time in a VERY long time, I’m being punished this weekend.
Fuck. Lol.
I have orders to tell Master goodnight every night, before I go to sleep. I didn’t. I completely forgot. I apologized the next morning, but it still obviously wasn’t enough.
THEN. Drunk Chrissy.. Wait. No. Let’s fix that. Completely PLASTERED Chrissy, last night, told Master that she wasn’t going to use titles because it was TOO difficult to process in her head while typing to him.
Holy fuck. Really? How the fuck.. What the fuck… WHY!? Just why!? Argh. Lol.
Sober me reread the texts from last night and I just stared at the text messages, for a really long time.And then I apologized, big time. Like, holy fuck, come on drunk me!! Are you TRYING to get us beaten? I mean, come ON. You’re a masochist, I know, but that’s NOT the type of beating we want.
X.X
Will keep you guys informed on what the heck happens in a week. Lol. He’s coming over… Friday? And staying the weekend, I think? Just gahh! Terrible, drunk me, just utterly horrible.
Well, okay. See.
Because we’re in a long distance Master/slave relationship, Master has me asking permission to play with my vibrator, and i have to tell him when ever i play with just my fingers. I have permission to play at any time, with just my fingers (He can take this away, obviously..) but.. Recently I just have to let him know because.. Without me getting permission, my body would not cum. Or would not get properly ready to play at all.
Every other part of me would be horny as fuck, but my lower half would just say “Nope, fuck you. Get permission.”
So he fixed it and said to just tell him when ever I played, and that, that would fix it.
I have a love/hate relationship with the fact that he’s right all the time. I told him, it probably wouldn’t- He said to just do it anyway; That’d he’d be right.
Damn it, Master.. xD Stop being right. (Or don’t, because it’s fucking awesome most times. xD)









