Dec 172012
 

I don’t know how many times that I’ve recently told a new s-type or even a new D-type that aftercare is an important part of a scene. Some people may not need it at all, but it’s still important to ask. It’s not something that you want falling on your head after a wonderful scene… or especially after a shitty one.

I played a lot this weekend. It was actually the first time that I’ve played in quite a while. It was definitely the first time I’ve played to that extent. I’ve scened in ways that others in our group have not. Our local group is fairly new and still growing in numbers and experience. I want our members to have every opportunity available. I want everyone to learn and grow because that’s why they’re coming out.

In the years since I’ve been playing, I’ve made sure not to hold back on telling the people in the group stories about “I wish I would have known”.

Know what you want.

I know what I want.

Don’t be afraid to speak up.

I’m not afraid to speak up.

Somewhere in there, in telling everyone what they could do, what they had the right to do – I lost myself for a minute. One of the last things that I had discovered about myself before I took a break from playing was discovering the need I have when it comes to my own aftercare. I spent a good amount of time with that fucking aftercare battle. Through trial and error, that was the only thing missing and the only thing that worked when I got it. Unfortunately, I never asked for it, but I learned that I needed the fuck out of it.

My recent play has taught me a few things. One of them being – I can take a lot more pain than I thought. For some reason, I equated what I took, with what I needed. I never once mentioned my aftercare.  I just kept right on going.  I slipped right back into that old mentality.  Hell, maybe I thought I was cured from needing aftercare! Like… if you get to a certain point and you won’t need it anymore. I think it’s much more likely that this was the first few times that I was being tested on something that I knew I needed to do… and I failed.  I didn’t open up. I was a fucking stone. Stones sink.

I won’t safeword.

I don’t need anything.

….and I didn’t.

This weekend I let someone else have my aftercare.  I saw it. I never spoke up. That part of me slipped right back in and I never realized it and I never questioned it. I just slowly…sank.  It was something that I thought I had overcome. Obviously not, but now I know.  Now I’ll fight the shell that it used to put myself in. I know better, and I believe that’s a step in the right direction, but that shitty way that it makes you feel – I can’t make that go away. I keep asking myself why …Why did I not notice, speak up, go to someone – anyone?

I hate aftercare.

Aug 222012
 

A while back I had a slightly flirtatious and extremely short back and forth with a twitter follower. There’s nothing special about this certain follower. We don’t talk that often. I follow him. He follows me. We tweet occasionally. He made the comment about putting me over his knee. Maybe it was the right words at the right moment. I was expecting a package that day for my Njoy Pure Plug. I was anxious for it to come and had even mentioned it on twitter. Needless to say, I had anal on my mind. The exchange happened right before I decided to lay down and take a nap. Before I take naps, I’ll get off. A hard, nasty orgasm helps me sleep. What can I say, I love getting a dirty one in before a nap. I have no idea why. One other thing, before we move on – I’d been testing out the Pure Wand before writing my review for it.

So, all of that combined – and the next thing you know – I’m getting off to the thought of being spanked and fucked in the ass by one of my twitter followers. I mentioned in my Pure Wand review that one of that ways that I found most pleasurable to use it was laying on my side and humping it. Well, this little masturbation session was how I figured that out. Now, the only thing that could have made this better was if if I had already received my Pure Plug, because I really… really… wanted something in my ass while I was getting off.

I’ve had a recent issue with giving pain and wanting more of it for myself. (I wrote about that in I’m Rough on ‘Em.) I’m guessing that’s why the spanking that I received during my fantasy was more than just a normal spanking. It was harder, longer, and with much more intensity. This spanking wasn’t for me, it was for him. I loved it. My ass burned as he hit me, and I wanted more. I wanted him to continue until his fucking arm fell off. I hadn’t realized how long it had been since my last spanking. I was close to cumming, but I was still fixated on getting fucked in the ass. I wanted his cock there. It’s wonderful how a fantasy can just slip from one stage to another. That’s what mine did. My orgasm built when he entered my ass, but he wasn’t slow. He was much harder and rougher than I can take in real life. His hands spread my fat ass cheeks, still burning from abuse. I didn’t whimper or cry. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted it as hard as he could give it. I’m much more brave in my fantasyland.

I humped the piece of hard steel that was shoved in my snatch while I slid my Mimi back and forth against my clit . When my body finally gave in, my cunt soaked the big ball of the Pure Wand and I grunted while my body seemed to curve around both toys and what they’d helped my fantasy create. It was one of the most vivid fantasies and orgasms that I’ve had in a while.

Feb 162012
 

D1 is in quarantine with the flu. Out until Monday. Upstairs in her room; she texts or calls and I come running. I reminds me of that movie with the two old sisters and one had the broken legs and the bell.

Well,  tonight I had to be somewhere at 6:00. I left a little after 5 with TH and D2 had chores to do. When we got home, she hadn’t done anything. When I asked her why, she just made something up that didn’t have to do with anything. I took her phone and iTouch and immediately she finished the chores but cried the entire time. When I told her she could skip school tomorrow and she FREAKED OUT! “Don’t you know how much can happen in a day”!?

Um… obviously, I’d forgotten… then I remember that her grades are good so I’m not going to try to firebomb her social life.

I apologized and the night has progressed well.

I’m going to have an entire day free tomorrow. I’d love to work on the garage, but the dogs will not let me. Pains in the ass.

I think I’d fuck somebody if they’d come over and clean out my garage the way I want it.

Let me explain about my garage. My S-I-L LOVES garage sales. Serious. Addiction. I can have a garage sale and make anywhere from $100-$400, and that’s good money! Once you do it a few times, that cash becomes addicting, especially to her. Anyway, I tried to run the car through the garage door (that’s a whole other story) so it’s been broken. SIL & I have been taking advantage of that and PACKING it with garage sale stuff. On top of that, my Grandmother (so fancy… just, fancy) sent over live, two bed-fulls of clothes (probably 100 items). We have a round rack and two tables in there, a straight rack and a table that runs the length of the garage. ALL of that is packed with stuff on top on stuff.

We have got some major sorting out to do, and it’s not going to be fun.

Feb 132012
 

I took a break from things for a while.

I came back.

Is it just me or is there more sex and less BDSM, especially less D/s? Don’t get me wrong, I love sex. Hell, I review sex toys, but my kink ultimately revolves around D/s. I have fetishes that turn me on, my main one being that I’m a Daddy’s girl. Being a Daddy’s girl has gotten me off more times than I can count, but it’s a side dish to the D/s. Ok, fuck, it’s a BIG side dish, but whatever. S/M – side dish. It’s like a really great meal that different people like different parts of.

I’ve got to find more D/s people to follow on Tumblr (TheSinDoll – message me & I will) because I see far more sex than I do D/s.

I wrote some of my best stuff to people I had some kind of writing connection with. It was so odd, but I miss that. I’d like to see more of that. I miss not having a good muse.

TSD

Oct 092011
 
I took a break from everything for a while. Actually, a break took me. I’m in a place where I’m learning more about myself, the person I’m becoming, wanting to becoming. TH calls this process “growing up” – novel idea, right? I’ll be 33 in December. It’s really about time for me to figure out what the fuck is going on, but during these 33 years it seems as if not many of them have been lived expressly for me, and I’m honest and selfish enough to have needed / still sometimes need that time.
You grow up and become a better person, or at least some people do. I’m going to. Stop with people who aren’t good for you, take advantage of you. Lose the friends who just want to party with you and learn to put other things first. Learn to love what needs to be nourished and not what wants attention. I’m on that path. I stumble like fuck. Just last night I let my temper get the best of me and ripped a bad person a new asshole. I don’t want to be a spitter and a cusser anymore. I want to have that cooler head that I’ve (here lately) been training on. Just goes to show you that not everything changes overnight. I’m trying.
Jun 152011
 
I’m honest about what I want, but seriously.... 
I’m a girl and that might be different from day to day so *do* 
try to keep up.

Sometimes I’ll say shit like that just to see what you’ll do.

Don’t ignore me or I’ll lose it.

For reals – being ignored – Hard Limit.

If you let it slip, I let you slip.

I get in those moods.

I push.

I need to know that it’s there.

I need the consistency of that really raw, primal, sadistic ‘mine when you don’t want to be’ jama that’s not inside everybody. There seems to be a mysterious line between a Growl and a goddamn bug bite these days.

I need to feel it even when I can’t see it, and you can’t touch me. I need to feel it in that instant when you want me to, or when I know you’d want me to. I really need to be taught how to care about knowing better.

It’s in there.

What I’m asking for is some help in getting it out.

P.S. This is NOT a Test. These are the answers.

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 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 performance 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.

Apr 302011
 

At the end of the day, don’t be unhappy. Don’t be left standing there with the sun setting and the chill of the approaching night reminding you of what you didn’t say or do.

No one is perfect. We all make mistakes, but if you never reach for anything, you won’t ever get anything that’s not ever dropped into your lap. Say what you will, but when you fight for something, want it,  and desire it… it makes getting it that much sweeter.

After all, who the hell ever got anything worth getting by playing it safe?

May 162010
 

When I first found the BDSM lifestyle I quickly realized that I connected more to the D/s side that the S/m side. Although I’m discovering more about how the pain and pleasure of play suit me with each new experience, there’s no doubt that it’s the exchange of power and energy that I crave, even within the realm of play. I make no bones about it, loss of control is my main fetish. It’s on any profile I have. It’s the main topic in the majority of my writing. I often say that I don’t want to exchange power, I want it stripped from me. Although quite a bit of negotiation goes into S/m play, once those negotiations have been set, I tend to let go, trusting in the hands I’ve put myself in as long as the energy is good.

When I was brand new and learning the most basic terminologies of  the lifestyle and the subject of ‘aftercare’ was introduced to me, it was explained as a basic ‘chill out time’ after play that some people needed and some didn’t. The first time I received it and the first time I didn’t, I quickly realized it was much more than that.

Because loss of control is such a big part of play and my headspace, I tend to stay in that headspace through the time after play. I’ve never really voiced any opinion of aftercare, just going with the flow of how the Dom I’m with wants to work. If he gives, I love it. If he doesn’t, it’s a huge letdown, but I don’t say anything. I’ve always just eaten that sad feeling and been grateful for what good came of the play, feeling as if he had wanted to hold me, he would have. I struggle with that… asking for physical closeness. I never want to have to ask for that, especially as a submissive. It seems too strange. Afterall, if I’ve submitted to play with a Dom and he actually wanted to hold me afterwards, wouldn’t he?

While thinking about this post over the past few days I’ve started to realize how important aftercare really is to me, although I’ve always had a hard time expressing it and that’s mainly due to my issues with being held and touched by people who I weren’t sure wanted to hold or touch me. I’ve posted before about how hard it is for me to express my emotional needs. If someone doesn’t want to hold me then I would never want them to. I can’t imagine stating aftercare as a need and someone holding me who would rather not be giving aftercare. I pick up on that energy and aftercare gone bad would ruin even the best of scenes for me.

In a perfect world, I’d like for aftercare to be comforting and secure. After coming down, I enjoy discussing different aspects of the scene and reinforcing a positive experience for both myself and the Dom. Being held and shown tenderness after an intense scene is reassuring to me  as long as it’s never rushed, always sincere, and just as important for the Dom as it is for me.