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I did the Savage Race yesterday! 6.5 miles and 25 obstacles! I'm so sore today.

So, I dropped the boyfriend after I realized he wasn't going anywhere. What's the point of dating someone ten years older if he is further behind in life than you are? We had a friendly lunch today and I realized how boring he really is. I'm not saying you have to be all fireworks and showstopping, but good grief, please stop making me sleep with my eyes open.

Therefore, I'm on the market again for a top/dom/lover/disciplinarian/play-partner.

I've recently turned my downstairs bedroom into a superhero training room/dungeon. I have exercise equipment in there and movie posters, but I'm also going to rig up some kind of chair to get tied to. I saw a leather massage table today that would be perfect to be "interrogated" on, but I'm pacing myself.

 

 

 

The marks are still there, meaning I can't play this weekend. Come o, body, heal faster.

I would love to play everyday, but I keep bruising every time I get spanked.

I've been going to parties every Friday and getting spanked. Unfortunately, I bruise easily so it takes me a week to recover. Sitting is only uncomfortable the next day, but my rear is all marked up for days.

I need tougher skin. Or gentler spankers.

After moving to my new apartment, I decided to go after what I want. No more goofing around with BDSM stuff that doesn't interest me.

I'm loving it. I just wish the marks would fade faster.

 

 

So sore but still going to the gym.

Just hit 100 miles. My ankles hurt, but I feel strong.

In the last 30 days, I've run 77 miles. My goal is to hit a 100 by the end of the month. 

Anyone care to punish me if I don't make it? I've been told little girl can run really fast from a daddy with a paddle ;)

 

So I wanted to know what the Gor lifestyle was and I went reading online to get some info.

Dear me, what a load of silliness. These books exist about a fictional world where women are pretty much slaves. I don't find stories appealing where a whole gender is completely under the rule of another gender. Yes, there are some hot male-dom, female-sub stories to be found online. And yes, on the same note, there are some hot tales of Amazon women who conquer poor men and have their way with them. I enjoy a little d/s and power play, and I think we all like watching someone get spanked every now and then.

I confess, I read fanfiction where characters get spanked. Angel, Buffy, White Collar, Harry Potter, Supernatural, Batman, Superman, Bones, Criminal Minds, X-Men, Lord of the Rings, Sherlock, Avengers - it's all awesome to pretend that these imaginary people could live in a world that supports corporal punishment or BDSM or kink or whatever gets them spanked. I've been to all the sites and I've read all the stuff I can find- fanfic.net, archiveofourown, even malespank.net, and I like it a lot. I keep emails of the stories so when I'm sitting in ordinary vanilla places I can pull out my phone and read some kink. That's right - I look like a normal woman sitting on a chair, waiting for an eyebrow wax, but I'm reading about spankings and no one knows.

But it's fiction, and when I go about my life, I know it's fiction - a temporary escape twice enjoyed: once in the original text, and then again in the spanking story. I've seen Supernatural and it was fun and scary, and now I'm going to read about the dad spanking both his adult sons in this 3000-word fanfic. So get over it.

But the followers of Gor want to pretend like they live in that imaginary world and therefore are having arguments on how to act and whether or not a man can marry a slave woman and does she have rights and on and on until I was rolling my eyes. They even quote it like it's some kind of law or religious text.

I have two strong thoughts about everything Gor:

1. We live on planet earth. Some portion of women (and men) were slaves at one part in history, but I have never read of a time or people where all women were slaves. Maybe I'm missing a huge chunk of of earth history, but it's not real as far as I can see.

2. If these fun folks can pretend to live a lifestyle from a story, can I do the same? Can I be a dryad from Narnia or the queen of Endor or maybe a lesser superheroine from Batman? I could have my own world online where people address me by grand titles and we argue if rulers of Star Wars are subject to earth laws.

And lastly, could you imagine pretending to follow rules from a fictional book that go against any kind of ethical treatment of humans? I know a lot of atrocities have been committed in the name of religious texts, and I am not making light of women trapped in real nightmares because their culture deems them less than men. But come on - slaves on Gor are subjected to rape, torture, brutality, and even death because men want it. Who would sign up for that?

Anyway, it's too out-there for my educated, 2012, earth-living mind to understand. Besides, my court of followers await,

Signed, Her Royalness, The Lady of Vulcan

P.S. While writing this, I'm sure someone out there has posted a new spanking story. I'm off to find it.

Clean the whole apartment today, spic and span. I scrubbed, washed, mopped, vacuumed, sorted, and tidied up.

I would give anything to lie about tonight, playing online, but I'm going to the gym to run two miles and then practice ballet.

Be back in an hour, very very sore.

Another list of things to do today: Go to cvs Clean bedroom Wash clothes Dry clothes EXERCISE!!!! Go to grocery store Prepare lessons for Wednesday Shave Clean out purse Take vitamins Read for one hour Hydrate Put up exercise calendar Answer emails

This seems like a good day to start a list for the weekend:

Grade 8 essays

Wash clothes

Dry clothes

Read literacy article

Grade 8 essays

Change sheets

Vacuum

Load dishwasher

Clean bedroom

Create grading charts

Create student participation sheets

Empty dishwasher

Exercise

Clean out car

Vacuum car

Wash car

Get gas

Clean out fridge

Take out trash

Get mail

Grade 8 essays

Make green tea

Read Civic Literacy

Email Michael

Email students

Sweep kitchen

Wash counters

Put away laundry

Plan lessons for Monday

Exercise

Take bag of stuff to good will

Schedule in mentor sessions for next week

 

 

This is day four of exercise. My goal is to go 20 days straight with exercising every day. My body gets sore and tired, but my mind and spirit feel great!

I'm back in Atlanta with sore arms from skiing three times.

It's raining so I went looking for a new bike today. Racing bikes start at about $770. I found one I like for $850, but whoa, that's a lot of money.

It's horrid that my inner child likes nice toys.

I went skiing today on the lake. It took my cousin eight tries of pulling me up, but once I got above the water, I skied a loop around our end of the lake.

 

Hands down, water-skiing is the most brutal thing I've ever done. I have a cut on my foot, a bruised knee, sore hips, and sore arms from doing. Ow!

Making Noise

I'm a verbal person - I talk, give advice, take advice, and recognize facial expressions as vital communication.

One of the noises I don't get to make too often is vocal, but not verbal responses to stimuli. I've sighed in pleasure, groaned from spanking, and moaned from multiple hands on my bare flesh.

But I don't get to squeal a lot. Squealing involves my brain turning down the intellect and letting the animal instincts out. I get to go to a place where words cease and sensation overwhelms me.

My inner dialogue begins to come unwound: "Ow, I got smacked again. That hurt. I should really - ow again! Now he's pinching my nipples. Ooooo! Oh, it kind of hurts but really - hee! He's tickling my sides. Stop, stop, st - Ow! oh, the spanking! Daddy, please. I'll be good. Fingers moving . . . down there. Ah! ah, too much. Can't - no, yes, please. Ah, eee, oh! Nooo - uh, eeeee, EEEE!"

And I float into pleasure as I ride the sensation.

I really need to let the Other Girl out to play.

Ow, ow, ow! Sore from the gym. My new heart-rate monitor stopped working, but that was because my trainer said I was running to fast, and I tried to blame him for the screwy monitor. He wouldn't take the blame, and now my life is dreadful.

 

On the plus side, I'm getting lots of stuff done for the week. Yay, me!

 

On the down side, I have completely neglected my on studies this summer. Boo, me!

 

 

14 hours of driving, grading, and teaching. This adult and little is exhausted.

My adult side rarely likes to be touched. I feel uncomfortable when other people touch me and I rarely hug others, even friends.

But as my alternate other, my little girl, the Other Girl as I call her, she loves being touched.

The feeling of hands on me soothes and excites me to no end. My hair being brushed, my face being stroked, my bottom being slapped, fingers probing between my legs - I love it as the Other Girl.

I can follow a voice telling me what to do: lean over, angle slightly, put your hands above your head. But hands correcting me without words puts me right in the correct head space. A blindfold gets me to the edge, but forcing hands send me toppling over it.

It's primitive, primal, beautiful in its simplicity.

A non-verbal playtime thrills the Other Girl to no end. The adult side of me growls at the idea of it, but the Other Girl longs to be tied down, blindfolded, and manipulated. To be able to whine and cry and howl, "No, Daddy, please," and hear no answer.

The adult side of me gets so scared at the following ideas, but the Other Girl really, really want them:

To be tied to four corners of my bed while Daddy lightly strokes and tickles the back of my knees regardless of my squeals and screams.

To stay in place on my hands and knees on the bed while Daddy spanks me with a hairbrush.

To be on my back, hands tied to the bed with my ankles over Daddy's shoulders while he drives into me, a hated passifier in my mouth to keep me quiet.

To lay on my bed, unbound, but hold myself still while Daddy inspects me inside and out to make sure I'm healthy.

Those ideas freak out my adult side, but the Other Girl gets all excited.

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