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Okay then to clear up some confusion: I am single, though I do have a roster of men whom I see on a casual basis. Rest assured, they all know about each other. I do not have a Master. "But your journal says different!": N.B - The last journal entries are from over a year ago. Lots can happen in a year!
If you send me a message and I don't get back to you it's for one of several reasons:
1) Busy as hell. I'm a business owner by weekday and a track marshal by weekend, and I fit a very active social life in there too. And sleeping!
2) I got 400 msgs that day alone. After message 10, I run out of neurons to bang together. If you're #399, my apologies.
3) Not interested, for whatever reason. I reserve the right to not be interested, and more to the point, not to have to explain it.
4) Your introductory msg is an insult. If your opening gambit is "you ruined yourself with those tats", you wasted 10 seconds of your life writing it and 10 seconds of my life forcing me to read it.
5) Your email screamed "I am an emotional black hole". If you can't control your baggage for a few sentences, there's no hope you could control it in my life either.
Generally it's the first 2, so it never hurts to try again.
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Long time no post - I've been busy for awhile. My sister is down here from Philly, and I just spent the past weekend racing in Virginia - happy to report that out of nearly 80 cars in a 13 hour endurance race, we came in 1st in class for the 4th year in a row, and finished 3rd overall. I'll be down in Sebring at the end of the month to work the race down there in flagging/communications. Also, to anyone that's an F1 fan...was that not an amazing season finale at Interlagos????
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Woo! I got my nipples pierced today, they look absolutely amazing and Sir loves them - He's getting me some training cages for after the piercings heal - I've never had this much sensation before and while I'm spending lots of quality time in a sports bra the next few days, it's like I can feel everything! It didn't even hardly hurt - the piercer was astounded at how well I took it - go go pain sluts - and Sir told me he was very proud of me for being such a good girl. I adore making Sir happy, and I love this jewelry!
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Back at home now, and available to respond to messages sent in my general direction. I'll be up late tonight waiting for my damn suitcase to be delivered, seeing as it wasn't on the plane that got me to Tampa...
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*cackle* I have stolen - I mean, appropriated - my sis's computer while she and her man are at a party. I'd have gone, except that we spent the afternoon in Philly and it's tired me out to the point where I'm not up for standing around at the house of people I don't know, watching a football team I don't like. That'd be the Eagles, if anyone cares to know. Sorry Eagles fans, I put up with y'all when I spent 8 years living up here, tolerating the insults against my Bucs. Now that I am a Floridian again, I feel no particular need to relive the horror. Hell, we were up on South Street watching the Bucs whup ass on Carolina and I got shushed for cheering them on. Something about my sis wanting to walk out of there alive. Only in Philly will you find such insanely rabid fans. I think their spokesman ought to be Wolverine.
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Last journal entry for awhile - I am flying out to Philadelphia tomorrow (Friday) and won't return until next Friday evening. I will not have much access to email while I'm gone, so if I don't reply to your cmail right away, that's why. My sis needs me, and I need to see her. Sisters, unite! *grin* I had an interesting time packing cause the weather is going to require short and long sleeves, so I packed oh...pretty much every shirt I own, my cowboy boots - both pairs, jeans, cargo pants and a couple pairs of heels. Sis be single so we'll be wanting to go out. Only checking one bag though to avoid those baggage fees. Have to stop at the bank in the AM before I leave for the airport. My flight has a layover in Atlanta - least favorite airport ever, oh goody - but it's not for long. Flight leaves here at 1 tomorrow and I get into Philly at 615. I wish there had been non-stop flights, but in order to get the cheapest tix, you gotta make sacrifices. Like going through Atlanta. But seeing my sis = yay as I haven't seen her in months. I'll suffer on her behalf *grin*
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Ow. I am happy to report that gravity is alive and well. I found this out last night when I was out running errands, tripped, fell and did a faceplant into the running board on someone's truck. Helpful bystanders quickly called an ambulance as I was bleeding profusely, but I turned down a trip to the hospital since I was coherent, etc. My nose is apparently broken, which ought to make flying up north to see my sis a ton of fun. Been spending the day on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on my face trying to get the swelling to go down. And I never knew how much it could hurt to squint...Eesh. Back to the frozen peas, now.
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Well, I just got home from being out last night. NO not like that! My best friend and I went out for a night of dancing and fun at Ceviche in downtown St. Pete. It was great - sangria all around - except for S, who was hitting up the scotch. I won some fans at the bar when I went to order our first rounds...a few gentlemen there thought it was hilarious when the bartender asked what kind of scotch I (well, S, really) wanted and I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and said, "oh, god, I don't really give a shit." They were apparently the only gentlemen there, as S and I got very badly molesticated by some of the guys - one whom I tripped on purpose. Lest you think I'm a horrible person, I will have you know that right before I tripped him, he reached in my shirt and grabbed my nipple. Sir asked me if I was leading. I don't lead when I'm with a man, I'm a sub after all - but that doesn't mean I still can't get my own in after someone feels me up. Then there was Mr. Latin Hot-Shit who grabbed me on the way to the bathroom and slobbered all over my face while I attempted to untangle my hands from his hair after trying to push him off me. I ended up hiding with 3 guys who were of the big brawny type and that worked out much better. Sigh. Remind me to bring my CATTLE PROD next time I go out dancing. Anyways, after we left, S was drunk as a skunk after about 6 glasses of scotch and I drove us home, while we laughed madly all the way. I crashed at her place last night and we woke up this morning tired and hungry. Off to lunch - we went to the Lagerhaus on Tampa Rd. over in Palm Harbor - enjoyed Franz's wonderful company, helped him do some menu testing, and drank a ton of coffee. Then back home...where we fell asleep for another 5 hours. That coffee basically kept us awake long enough to get back to the house. I finally got home around 9 tonight. So, a good time was had by all, but sheesh no more feeling Viv up on the dance floor, K?
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Oh yeah, something I forgot to mention. This website has a very bizarre way of marking emails as "read" without my actually having you know...read them. Since I joined less than a month ago, I've received 648 cmails. I don't always have time to read them all, answer them all, anything them all and I do NOT respond kindly to people that bombard me with messages every two freakin seconds like some sort of over-clingy dryer sheet. If I notice that someone hasn't grasped that my job is not to answer every single email that comes through the door, and thus keeps bugging me, I will simply ignore you. Please respect that I have other demands on my time - like school, friends and family - that have a much higher priority than answering emails. I do try to read them and answer them, but if the system is busy hiding them from me, or marking them as read when they're not, then *shrugs* sorry.
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Well did I have one hell of a time last night. Won't go into details but Sir marked my ass up something fierce!
In other news, going to watch the VP debates tonight. I'll enjoy seeing if Biden can avoid blathering for hours and if Palin sounds any more intelligent than she did last week with Katie Couric.
I remember Biden's gaffes very well from my days living in DE, and I am intrigued to see if they trained it out of him yet.
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So I was idly toying around with some stuff tonight and hit my foot on something...I think...because a few minutes ago, I noticed my foot felt weird.
So why did my foot feel weird? Cause I apparently RIPPED OFF MY TOENAIL without realizing it.
Damn, do I have a high pain threshold. Time for me to toddle over to the salon tomorrow and get a pedicure to fix this mess.
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Ok....I just had to share. I turn on the TV, hoping to catch news of the F1 race from Singapore, and the channel that pops on is a women's channel (shut up...I had been watching a favorite movie of mine on there). The show on is called Talk Sex. The caller that's on starts with...."I want to ask a question...it's really weird. But, I'm sure you've heard it all. Um....It's about...midgets."
*cue Viv frantically changing the channel*
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Went to the beach today with my friend and had a fan-fucking-tastic time. Things I'll always remember: spectacular sunsets, setting him on fire by accident, live critters, killer rocks festooned with dead fish - let me know what your nightmare looks like, sexy!, nearly getting nailed by a stingray, glass-smooth water, wtf does brass monkey mean again?, attack birds, the unused frisbee, do you hoard stuff?, really nifty shells...and the list goes on.
Sleepy, happy and covered with sand!
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New pics up!
Put up some pics of my chestpiece, as well as a random one of me that my friend took and one that my sis took (that's me and a close girlfriend of mine...no, not like that). Enjoy!
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I had the worst time trying to sleep last night. I have occasional anxiety issues but last night took the cake.
I know in my heart of hearts (god, I HATE that cliche!) that I am cut out to be a good submissive, but my confidence has been deeply shaken.
Will I be able to disagree with my Sir, respectfully, and not get punished? Will He have my best interests at heart while I serve Him, or am I simply there to do what He wants with no regard to me? Can I count on Him to think of me as intelligent and worthy of valuable contribution? Or will He ignore it until such time as a disagreement occurs then throw it back in my face?
I know it's a matter of weeding out people that I'm not compatible with, but what if you don't find out till you're in too deep?
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I posted about this on the boards, but you know you're in deep when you go into your bathroom, eyes land on the box of Epsom salts and you read the indication as "For Minor Spankings and Bruises".
It's actually for minor sprains and bruises, but that's neither here nor there.
But I prefer them for major spankings!
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Had dinner with a new friend tonight over at Crabby Bill's by the Courtney Campbell. Much laughing ensued as we tried not to get eaten by the quicksand on that particular beach.
I'm listening to the Phantom of the Opera right now, and beside from being gorgeous, I've come to realize it's fairly BDSM. Think about it - Christine is very much a sub here, faithfully serving her Master (she refers to him as such, lest anyone think I'm pulling this out of nowhere) until she meets Raoul, in which case all hell breaks loose. I first saw it in Germany - that was a bit odd - but I fell in love with it all the same. It's not a play for children, that's for sure. Too dark, stormy and twisted. If I had kids they would not be seeing or hearing this until they were like 13.
Then again, my parents had me watch Blazing Saddles the first time when I was 12.
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Well, now that the ear infection has finally cleared, I did hearing testing to see how much is gone...30% down. Ouch.
I updated my profile to include some more about what I seek in a Master.
Had some very interesting dreams last night about my first Sir...remembering the feel of his belt tightening gently but firmly around my neck while He commanded me to kneel before Him. I miss the flash of His eyes and the deep growl of His voice asking me who I was - Master's little whore - and my proper place - on my knees at his side, eyes down and hands in my lap. "Good girl...."
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I'm turning into quite the night owl. It's...2:30 in the morning and while I slept for a bit earlier, I woke up feeling anxious and decided to see what the crew was up to.
Went to the doc today and finally had this ear infection taken care of. Minor surgical procedure was required but at last the pain is gone, mostly. Still can't hear all that great and most likely won't be able to be back to 100% with that, but hey, at least I'm not dead.
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I am so fucking sick of this stupid ear thing. I had to go back to the doc today - events earlier this week seriously set me back and now I need surgery to have tubes put in my ear cause the swelling is so bad it won't go away without it.
On my 4th different antibiotic now, taking more Vicodin.
I'm so mad I could kill. I won't, but Christ is it tempting!!!
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Been talking to a wonderful guy as of late who may indeed be my next Sir.
He's loving, caring and very sweet. We met up for drinks last night and had a great time.
In other news, it's back to the doctor tomorrow. I'm in so much pain it's not funny. No hearing back in that ear yet, either. *sigh*
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Well, you live and you learn. Permanent Injury shouldn't be part of that equation...
As of today I am no longer in service to anyone. I trusted my Sir to keep my best interests at heart, and instead I get hit so hard across the head during a nasty ear infection that my ear drum ruptures and now I get to lose part of the hearing in that ear.
Better yet, it's all being blamed on me! According to my former Sir, I should have been able to handle the blow. I declare "bullshit". It doesn't take a genius to figure out that striking someone near a suppurating wound that isn't healed yet leads to disaster.
More fish in the sea and now I know what to avoid like the plague.
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Uploaded New Photos!
I uploaded some new photos today - I actually have another back tat in addition to the two in the pic. I have a full chestpiece as well - you can see some of it in the one where I inexplicably look pissed off. I won't show more of that out of respect for Sir. Comments are welcome!
I have another couple tats I want...eventually I'll get myself to a place where I can have somewhat more visible ones. For now, the real world requires I keep them hidden.
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Tits + Hostage Situations = ??
A good friend of mine posed this question to me today. I'm going to post it on the boards in a minute, but I have to share it here.
2:29:58pm - you ever wonder if people are distracted by boobs in tense hostage sitatuations?
2:30:16p - like...."fuck, we're all going to die, god damn that chick has huge tits and I can almost see them!
2:30:27p - i have issues.....
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A friend of mine introduced me to this site and I have to say, I'm already getting a lot of good shit from this place.
A little more about me. I'm a trained scientist, a non-feminist and have a strong pleasure/pain link. In my personal life, I need to be submissive to my lover and Master.
I've recently embarked on what is shaping up to be a great relationship...24/7 TPE. I'm somewhat new to the concept but the more I practice it, the happier (and more turned on) I am.
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| Age: 42 |
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