May 092011
 

I always knew I was kinky. I just didn’t know that there was a word for it.

When I was 23, I stumbled into ‘the lifestyle’ and had some limited experiences here and there. I met my husband (TH – TwitterSpeak for TheHusband) in 2004 and we were married in 2005. During that time, anything kinky or otherwise – we were doing with each other. My life was going through some major shifts and changes and BDSM took a back burner.

Years later, things settled and the fact that BDSM & D/s was a huge issue in my life came back to our attention. We tried it together, and the chemistry just was NOT there.

We tried it again.

AGAIN.

It was really kind of heartbreaking not to have this type of connection, and as strongly as you’d hoped,  with your own husband, yanno?

He wasn’t thrilled about it, but for D/s purposes, my happiness, and our happiness together as a couple, he agreed to let me have an outside Dom. I was able to play. I was able to connect. It was a huge start.

Now things have progressed – SLOWLY.

Anyone who knows…. KNOWS.

We have our OWN way of doing things and it works for US.

The bottom line is this… I am an adult who has commitments.

My needs for D/s, S&M, etc has nothing to do with how much I love my husband.

I am not getting a divorce.

I do not have to share details of my family life with you.

I don’t mind answering any questions that you might have, because everyone has a right to know what they’re getting into, both emotionally and physically.

You have no authority over my family life.

However, if we were to become involved, any rules that you’ve set in place for me when we are apart will be followed to the best of my ability. Work with me?

Family life over-rules everything. I need someone who is mature enough to understand that families have different levels of crisis a day. Anything from having to run last minute errands and doctor’s appointments to keeping a friend’s kid while they do the same thing. Before we are Doms, subs, switches, etc… we are people. We are Dads, Moms, kids, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, and Friends. We are important to other people as well. My immediate family has to have me when they have to have me.

I will never argue this with you.

I don’t believe I should ever have to. The type of person who gets me and my time will understand that it’s a valuable commodity, just as I will do with them. Every second counts. Every minute is precious. I will make time for you. I will be there.

If you want something badly enough, you make it happen.

All that being said -

When I’m yours, I’m yours and you know exactly what you get.

You’ll also be damn lucky to get it.

~TheSinDoll

May 062011
 

During the beginning of spring and on into summer, my favorite time of the day is the evenings. I love sitting outside in a lawn chair, the long kind… where your can put your feet up and cross your ankles, get a good look at the tan you’ve been working on, your toes and how far away you are from needing your next pedicure.

I’ve usually worked up a decent tan by this time of year and I shave – everything. Slather on some baby oil and let it soak in and that’s right about the time that I’m feeling perfect from the day.

Right out of the shower, it’s just too steamy. I have to get out of the bathroom and get some air. I’ve never been modest so walking around naked and airing out feels good. My bedroom is always freezing so it usually evens out the temperature in my bathroom when I leave the door open.

My hair is long and it sticks to my neck,  face and tits while I’m toweling off the rest of my body –  even if I’ve already put it through a good towel drying. If I’m trying to get ready to go somewhere, I’ll twist it & clip it up to wait on styling. If I’m not, I’ll leave it and let it air dry with a little bit of product on it.

I can’t ever really smell my own hair when I’m fresh from the shower, but men say it’s a wonderful thing. When it air dries it curls on its on and it’s softer. Here lately I’ve been straightening it to go out, but it the curls feel nice.

I usually toss on a tank top and a pair of panties and grab my phone. I sit back and relax in one of those lawn chairs and watch the dogs go on a huge adventure up the hill in my backyard. Sometimes I talk on the phone. Sometimes I’m sexed up from my shower. In the evenings I’ll hop on Twitter and see what’s going on. Sometimes company is over. Sometimes I’m just chilling.

I like to have some good music on in the background. I’m in love with Sally’s Song from Universal Hall Pass & Our Dance by Wax Tailor. I saw a great rope perfprmance which included both of these in the soundtrack. Now I can only think about sucking cock or rolling around in a bed to them.

It’s this time of year where sitting outside and the warm sun on my shaved, baby oil soaked, tanned legs in the evenings really makes me love The South. It’s beautiful. My black hair attracts the heat, so I get to suck up the last bit of sun as it sets and the air starts turning cool. This is a wonderful way to finish the day. Feel good about yourself,where you come from.

There’s nothing like having someone you love, someone to laugh with… someone to just be with… in those moments. MGirl and I have started hanging out in my backyard like that. T.H. & I do it often too. It’s the perfect place to chill & de-stress.

It’s my favorite time of day.

I wish I had a spanking bench in my backyard.

May 042011
 

I’ve been off.

I came back from an amazing extended Frolicon weekend with great friends, old & new, wonderful play, and just all around really happy experiences, but already dancing the tightrope of subdrop. I had an extra night of aftercare and extra attention that helped mend those wounds…

wounds – what wounds?!

The ‘I’m not 24/7″ wounds    (IT’S OVER!! No more daily D/s!  No more all day PLAY!  FML! I was in heaven!) <~~ those wounds

But in the end, I ripped that fucking band-aid off, just like I do it…. fast & dirty – and all was back in sync. Drop recovered from.

Meanwhile, I had what I originally thought was ‘Con Crud’.

It was not.

I had Streptococcal pharyngitis.

I had Strep Throat.

Nice.

Temperature up. Temperature Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Meanwhile, (Yes – that’s the SECOND ‘Meanwhile,’ – in other words… all this shit is going on at the same time.) A series of bad tornadoes decide to unload on my hometown.

Tuscaloosa, Alabama was hit with these horrible storms that has wiped out life, homes, businesses… just everything. Not everything, but it sure fucking seems that way. People are dead. Hundreds are missing.

I grew up here. There are places that I’ve grown up seeing that aren’t there anymore… and not because they’ve been torn down but because they’ve been destroyed.

It reminded me of the movie ‘Saving Private Ryan’ where those German towns are blown to fuck and back.  That’s how parts of this tiny little town in Alabama looks. …and how all this shit … this drop, this destruction, and this stress looked to me… was like a bad acid trip… like I was walking with one leg longer than the other, but just by a tad.

So maybe things started to turn when they nabbed Bin Laden?

Someone on my FB said that they thought he’d been hiding in Alabama the whole time. Fucking tornadoes came and that bastard had nowhere to hide.  -rednecks… *shrugs* …. go figure -

I got some chick time with MGirl one night. I kinda unloaded emotionally. I had needed that.

With all this going on, I had started going through my garage and separating what I had into sized kits. Ex: A child wears size 4T? Here’s a 4T kit (Bag marked size 4T Boy or Girl includes shirt, shorts, underwear, pj’s, shoes, toy). MGirl had started doing this as well and The SIL is bringing more supplies over for this in the days to come so all of our combined efforts will go FAR.

With those things we can go out on a truck and take food and these supplies to people who need them.

Day one I was on the phone with a volunteer number everyone was passing around, and they told us to go sign up at a church and they’d call us next week.

Really? Funny… The fucking President was here a few days ago and he seemed to think that we were in some sorta…crisis situation or something. Oddest thing… there’s The National Guard blocking off parts of 15th street and they are draining a Forrest Lake due to rumors of dead bodies. Seems to me like you could find me something to fucking do, bitch.

I needed a place to go… something to do.

….and today I went out to Temporary Emergency Services.

I worked in ‘Shoes’ for …hours.

This might not seem like a big deal, but please, let me explain. Heels are not appropriate footwear for tornadoes. Tuscaloosa has heels. We had to pull all the heels off the shelves to make room for sensible shoes that could be given to those who had nothing.

First of all – every place is overloaded with everything- there just isn’t enough people.

At some point I went to go and find a place to store our 100 boxes of heels and some big guys to move them.

Done.

Some amazingly annoying alarm goes off. I’m sweating like a whore. My pin-up/rock-a-billy girl bandanna look was holding up quite well though…

I swing by the front and ask the guy in charge what the alarm was all about and he informed me that he needed escorts. (I know… heh.)

Since nobody’s name tag actually stuck, I kinda shoved the front part of mine into my cleavage. It literally stuck up like a flag.  You could tell he was kinda shocked when his eyes searched my chest, found my name in my tit crease – read it… then had to meet my eyes…knowing that I’d done that on purpose. I’m sure he wondered…if not but for a moment… “What kind of person does….that?”

“You will go with Casey…. and she will show you how to do it once and then come back here to get your first family.”

….and I did.

I escorted families around who had nothing  and we got them set up with everything from shirts, pants, shoes, underwear, socks, pj’s, baby items, pillows, blankets, coats, towels, cloths, cleaning supplies, hygiene, toys, school supplies, toiletries, food & water.

I worked my ass off.

Then I went to MGirl’s and got high.

Now I feel better.

Gonna do that shit tomorrow too.

. ..and mark my Southern Ass… I’m wearing heels in tornadoes from now on. If anyone has earned the right… I believe it’s me.