Chest Full Of Cum "Kitty?" "Yes?" "Thank you." "For what?" "For playing with me. Did you forget already?!" "Of course not. I just didn't think you needed to thank me for something I love anyway." I love when I have the chance to be Master's cum dump. <3
Well, I've been going to my physical therapy for my foot for a couple of weeks now. It has definitely not been easy, but I am slowly but surely making progress. Since my podiatrist opted not to take a picture of the healing after eight weeks, my physical therapist is going super slowly to be sure [...]
Breakfast: 1 protein (peanut butter), 1 carb (slice of whole wheat toast), 1 fruit (fresh coconut slice), a cup of tea (water, lemons, tea leaves). It's been pointed out to me before that I don't do much to take time for myself. The problem is that, for better or for worse, I'm one of those [...]
The first time someone called me a slut, it was my brother. I called him a prude for staying at home all the time in his bedroom and never going on dates. He called me a slut. At the time, I truly burst out laughing! Really? A slut? That's the best you can do? We were in a heated argument over something, and I truly don't recall what. I remember I was in high school at the time, and we were fighting (as little sisters and big brothers are wont to do).
When I first became sexually active, I remember the word "slut" being so very naughty. It felt almost like I was breaking a rule to say it. I began to become very aroused by the word when it was used on me. I remember telling Master once that I was "His Devotional Slut". Ah, that title still sounds hot to me. I remember him posting about it on livejournal, telling people that I was his devotional slut, and so many people got offended, over a little word like that! Pshaw! Come on people. "Slut" has become so passe lately, people use it all the time! It is practically a term of endearment to many.
That's where "whore" comes in. I love humiliation and degradation, and as time goes on, I find that certain words lose their humiliating "pop". Slut is one of them. It has reached the point now, where it feels almost as normal as Master calling me his "snuggle bug". (Which, he does do, admittedly.) *Blush*
Whore is different to me. I think that if my brother called me a whore now, then I would be offended. In fact, if anyone other than Master called me a whore, it would bother me. Master says it with a note of love and endearment, but somehow it still feels dirty to me. The same with "Cum slut" or "cum dumpster". I want to be MASTER'S cum slut, MASTER'S cum dumpster. Not anyone else's. Master calling me these things (or many many other filthy names) is a turn on. Anyone else calling me these things sounds like an insult to me.
I wonder what I will do when "Whore" sounds as love-dovey as "slut" or "snuggle bug" to me. *Giggle* Only time will tell.
Written by redvinylkitty
on June 24, 2010 at 9:19 am
Here is a picture of the swim suit we got me. It is SPF 50, which means that I can now go out in the sun. I wore this outside for about 7 hours on saturday, and I only managed to burn in places it wasn't touching: my scalp (Owe! Hurts to brush my hair! lol), my hands (who knew your hands could even burn? I've been covering them in sunblock ever since), and my legs (ok, that one was kind of my fault. I decided I was cold from swimming in the cold pool, and sat in the hot tub for a bit, with my knees poking through the top of the water since I never wanna submerge myself all the way in the hot tub. Shock of all shocks, my knees and part of my thighs burned! Stupid kitty! Lol). So yeah, if you're one of those people who burns real easily (like me!) then I highly recommend an SPF swimsuit. You can get sun blocking pants, shirts, etc. Just google "sunblock bathing suit". ^^
So, friday we were swimming around in the pool, having a super time, when a couple of people who we see at the pool often told us that on saturdays they usually do a big pot-luck BBQ out by the pool. They invited us to join in, and we said we'd bring some corn. The next day (which was going to be the first day that I was testing out my new bathing suit!) we showed up with about 15 ears of corn, and some s'more fixins. We were told there was going to be about 9 people, wound up being more like 30! LOL! We all had fun, splashing and hanging out. Most of the adults were guzzling beers all day. Personally, I didn't. I don't like beer, we thought about bringing some mojitos in a pitcher, but I didn't want to drink since Master can't right now because of his diabetes. I hate to make him sad. Besides, he's already jealous that I can eat all the salt I want and cannot eat whole grains.
Anyway, while we were there, some people noticed my collar, complimented it. Asked me which sex shop we got it at. *Cough cough*. I said my husband wouldn't tell me where he got it, but he gave it to me instead of a wedding band when we got married. ^^ Lots of people thought that was cute and told me how much they wish they had one too! How cool is that. I know that at least some of them understood its meaning because they asked me if I had whips and chains at home to match. Ah, gotta love meeting new open minded people. ^^
One thing that never ceases to amaze me is the kindness and thoughtfulness of strangers. They invited us to the BBQ mentioning that they'd be having "Chicken, ribs, burgers, hot dogs, all kinds of stuff! You'll love it, something for everybody!" I never ever mention that I'm vegan to someone unless the situation really calls for it. For example, if someone offers me meat or dairy, I'll politely decline saying I'm vegan. If it hasn't been offered directly to me, I just smile and don't mention anything. I don't like to start problems. (And, problems do invariably start regardless of my mentioning I'm vegan just in passing.) We decided to make sure to bring a couple of veggie burgers, and just not say anything, like normal.
The second they were getting ready to cook the food, people started asking me what I wanted, and I mentioned I brought some veggie burgers because I don't eat meat or dairy. You would not BELIEVE how kind people were! They were practically tripping over themselves to make sure I had something to eat! It was nuts. People were all "Ooh, I'll make you a spinach portobello without cheese or bacon. Do you like mushrooms?" And "Why didn't you TELL US you were vegan, we could have brought you veggie burgers or something!" I was so shocked. I mentioned that the biggest reason I never mention it is that I never want to be a bother or put anyone out, so I just bring stuff for myself. They all replied with exasperated "Oh you're not a bother at ALL", etc. I was just shocked! It was crazy.
The biggest thing that gets to me is that my own mother was talking to me the other day. I called her to tell her we bought plane tickets to come visit. The first thing she said was "Just make sure you're prepared to cook for yourself!" Ha ha. Like it is that hard to throw a baked potato in the oven anyway. It's so crazy, my own mother refuses to have anything to do with my being vegan (because, you know, I MUST be doing this JUST to piss her off), yet complete strangers were coming up with recipes for me on the spot. I am continually surprised and amazed at how hard people try, even when they don't have to. Or, in the case of family, how little they seem to try. *shrug*.
All in all, it was a really fun weekend, and I was grateful to be able to get out of the house during the day! Thank goodness for my new suit, and I'm glad we met some cool people too! ^^
Written by redvinylkitty
on June 21, 2010 at 8:22 am
Last week I won this dolphin shaped toy! I named it Echo (After that video game you probably played as a kid. Yeah. Geek!) Anyway, the fact that you can stick the toy to walls or slick spaces was just too cool to not post about. ^^ We played with it last night, and let me just say that Echo (really called the Whirly) was a ton of fun. If you're wanting your own, they sell them over at www.vibrator.com, but I'm not planning on reviewing him since I won him. Just HAD to share this, he is so cute and soft and NICE! ^^
Written by redvinylkitty
on June 18, 2010 at 2:01 pm
When I first met Master, he confessed to me that one of his biggest fetishes is spandex. As we drove or walked places, he would always point out women who were dressed in sports bras and spandex pants and tell me how he liked this outfit or that. I remember one day (I don't know why I was surprised) he mentioned wanting to see ME in spandex. I truly thought he was making fun of my weight.
Up until that point, I had only known women personally who wore spandex either for two reasons:
1- They wanted to show off their bodies.
or
2- They genuinely couldn't fit into anything else.
My mother had always painted spandex in a negative light for me as well, and would constantly make fun of her friend (who is a large woman) for not being able to fit into "ordinary clothing". Mind you, this was a tremendous contradiction because my mother lived in cotton pants-sets with a waist band instead of jeans with a zipper. Growing up, no matter if I was 95 pounds, or 150, I was constantly picked on by my parents for my weight. ALWAYS told I was fat. My dad would call me "Thunder Thighs" as a nick name. At the time, I wore a size 5 jeans, but he would always tell me if I wasn't careful I was only going to fit into spandex soon. >.<
Needless to say, growing up I had only heard negative things about spandex. When Master asked me to wear it (this was a LONG time ago, back when we first met) I was completely shocked and truly felt like he was insulting my size, calling me fat and somehow "unworthy" of what my mother likes to call "regular clothes." I have never really felt like #1 in the above sinereos. I have never wanted to *show off* my body. Sure, I show off for the camera, but it somehow doesn't feel like showing my body off. To me, it feels more like showing my personality off.
It took a bit of convincing, but after he explained to me (I think it took me a few weeks to be comfortable, really, truly comfortable with the idea) I agreed to wear my gymnastics leotard around him. I still had it, it is made from velvet, quite fuzzy, and very spandex-y. Truth be told, I'm getting a little wet as I write this just *thinking* about all the petting and rubbing I got that night. Hee hee. The velvet made him not want to take his hands away, and the spandex-y second skin feeling was rather nice to me as well. I had to admit it to myself. Spandex could be sexy. <3
Since that day I've acquired a lot more spandex clothing, and I feel a lot better about wearing them for Master or in public. I've come to love the sensation. In truth, I've got a big fetish for latex and vinyl (unfortunately, I need to revamp my latex and vinyl clothing, because I've either lost too much weight, or had to throw out said clothes for other reasons, like the vinyl getting too old, etc.) so it only makes sense that I would enjoy another material which feels like such a second skin to me. I think it must also be why I love rope bondage and bondage tape. I love that feeling of a "hug", I love the feeling of security despite the sometimes helpless feeling you can also get.
We bought a new bathing suit recently which is spf 50 so I could go to the pool during the day with Master on the weekends without fear of getting burnt. I felt really silly when I put it on. I'm not sure why, but somehow my feelings of being too large a girl to look good in spandex came back to me. Master says I look delicious. He can't keep his hands off of me when I wear it. And when Master picks out pajamas for me to wear to bed, or a sexy "something" in a clothing store, I can't help but love the fact that he goes for the sports bras and the jogging section of the store. Wearing a sport bra to bed in really very comfortable. <3 And the fact that he finds it so sexy is a HUGE bonus too.
((As a side note, sorry there aren't any spandex pictures with this entry. Master has plans to take a few pictures of me and some rope and my new suit soon though, so they are coming. ^^))
Written by redvinylkitty
on June 15, 2010 at 1:14 pm
MEW! =^^=
Hello everyone, my Master and me have been in a BDSM relationship for a long while now.
This blog is written for him. It is a place to document our journey, both kinky and non. It is a place to share fun happenings, sad ones, mind goo, photos, and anything else that we choose to share.
Master and me do not live a "traditional" anything. Our kink is different than most, as is our non kink. We are married, polyamorous, happy, in love, gamers, and a touch geeky.
Nudity and adult themes rein supreme here. Anyone under the legal age of consent in their country or state is not welcome, and neither are closed minded individuals.
