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2 months later and I'm still waiting for my profile to be approved. I simply updated my age. Use to be a running gag but I'll never do that again. |
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Here I am 3 weeks in to the new year and still waiting for my profile to be approved. All I did was changed my age to the current number and lock down central. Well, I'm not doing this anymore. Not like I'm not legal. This is the age I will remain. |
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I'm amazed by the new profiles that invite you to say hello and introduce yourself. I do, and I say welcome, and I'm deleted unread. How rude. |
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imagine an evening, a few close friends join you. i arrive at the back door, naked and shackled, a gift from a friend.blind folded and gagged i'm lead to a room, told to kneel. Arms released, then attached to chains that make me stand, then my feet leave the floor.my ankles are chained together to a weight.
I hear people enter, pull up chairs. glasses being filled.Sir makes a toast to my endurance. everyone laughs as Sir selaspects a whip. random strikes about my body. someone suggests targets, and proceeds to attach clothes pins, nipples, balls, arms.A guest calls out a target, i hear the wind of a whip and pain in the applause from the guests for Sir's marksmanship.
Sir sits, sips his drink, as a guest attaches tens pads. balls, cock head, buttocks. i feel the pulse start slowly, then increase. a quick push of a button makes my body tense with a scream in to the gag.the voltage lowered causing a steady tensing. that guest sits and joins the conversation which is mostly about how much they've bet i can take. Sir is urged to continue whipping. i hear the chair move, steps to a table. again the wind before the strike of the whip. no part of my body is off limits. my thighs and butt seem to be a favorite, over and over the whip leaves its mark.the group applauds, i'm not sure if it's my yelp of pain or a deep mark Sir has made.
a gues is instructed ot cool my body down with ice. holding a handful to my balls and the other hand spreads the painful cold across my marks.
i hear the chains moving as i am lowered. my feet touch, and i am forced to kneel. a hand guides my head down, the gag removed, and Sir's cock directed to my mouth.
at first the hand pulls my hair up and down. my natural instinct take over and i take Sir as deep as i can, over and over. A male guest walks behind me, cock lubed, fucks me while i'm sucking Sir. They chat about the weather as if i'm not real. Daring each other to see who will cum first. I know it must be Sir or I am in trouble. Finally Sir explodes in my mouth. my sucking continues to catch every drop as his friend's warm fluids fill my rear.
i feel my evening is over, when another guest takes Sir's chair. i'm not sure how many people are here, maybe some took a second turn. a plug is put in my ass and that is how i will be led away later, full of cum.
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What has happened to this site? The only pictures coming through Browse Photos are my own. |
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Time to add the same line everyone else is, happy new year friends. |
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Well it's been a while since I looked here. We've survived another winter. Adventures have been few and far between. Hope springs eternal I guess. |
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Enough already, please take down the pictures of snow and winter. The pain is too much! What is wrong with you people? lol |
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freezing temps, snow and ice. i hate winter! |
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there should be an age limit here. cartoons? do we really need cartoon drawings? but it's better than the clown with 15 face shots making love to the camers. |
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does anyone know if it's possible to block a profile from showing up when you browse photos? i've blocked it from contacting me, but i'm so tired of 15 pictures of this clown making kissy faces at the camera. very creative. and when he's on, they always seem to show up over and over. |
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these quick views of profiles, kinda like the pokes on facebook. saying hi, without doing much. |
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it amazes me that some people only have a mirror in the bathroom, and the phone/cam is always in the picture. |
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Beware! Washington DC is on the move. According to the "Newest Local Users" it's only 44 miles away. |
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beware the word generous in a profile. |
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this newest user tab is amazing. first Maryland was only 22 miles from NY. Now California is 11 miles away. Are we shrinking? |
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i apologize, some times while i'm browsing photos i double click on an interesting picture. wish that i could remember the names and not bother the same people so often. on a good note, your pictures are great. |
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> Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't
> mean they don't love you with all they have.
>
> Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while
> they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Ralph suddenly jumped
> into the deep end.
>
> He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.
>
> Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled
> him out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act
> she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now
> considered her to be mentally stable.
>
> When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and
> bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able
> to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the
> person you love... I have concluded that your act displays sound
> mindedness.
>
> The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt
> right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.'
>
> Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon
> can I go home?'
>
> Happy Mental Health Day!
> You can do your bit by remembering to send an email to an unstable
> friend...
>
> Done my part!
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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds."
I bought her a bathroom scale.
And then the fight started...... |
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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she
kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.
I asked her, "Do you know him?"
"Yes", she sighed,
"He's my old boyfriend.... I understand he took to drinking right after we
split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since."
"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?"
And then the fight started... |
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My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.
I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have Sex?'
'No,' she answered. I then said,
'Is that your final answer?'
She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes.'
So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started... |
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i don't want you to beat me because i enjoy it. i don't want to be tied up cause it pushes my buttons. i want to please you, and i want you to enjoy what you do, for your own pleasure.   |
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| off to home depot. anybody need any rope, locks, chain, velcro? | 
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where do they get those wonderful toys over in the UK? these people don't hide it in the basment. |
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so what's the point of a journal? i'm typing my private thoughts, i know others can view them either here, or on the journal board. isn't it like a diary, that's public? are there rules for what i can and cannot write? |
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new glasses today. now i can tell the trannies before it's too late.
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ever click the advance button just as you see an interesting picture in the browse area? but it's random and won't be back. yet that guy from arizona keeps popping up. all 24 pictures of him. yawn.  |
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i stripped as ordered, no bonds, no blind fold. and Sir gave me a beating that i will remember for a long while. the marks are just the beginning. |
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i have welts on my butt that i wish i could show off. thank you Sir.  |
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and so we begin the new year. amazing how quickly the last one went. but all the possibilities lay ahead. |
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