(Please note: I may or may not be quoting Spitfire verbatum. It's my understanding of what she said to me that is in this post.) Blue arms pull me away from the sissy's lap I'm sitting on. I cry out in frustration and surprise, especially at her strength. She is a gynoid after all - … Continue reading Caged 2
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All About The Spitfire
So... Valentine's day was coming up, and I had been fighting icky lung crud for a couple of weeks and vertigo for at least three months, so that meant I wasn't able to get anything out to Spitfire in time so she'd have at least a card for me for Valentine's day. Instead, I decided … Continue reading All About The Spitfire
Bound Box 4
Bound Box 4 dropped. First off - Una. This is the solid version of the dress in yellow and purple. The Transparent version. Valentina E. Agent Procateur in purple. Ireally like that the maker added in the maitreya autohide. Makes things loads easier. Moda Ballet Boots. I was really looking forward to these. I am … Continue reading Bound Box 4
Caged
I lie on my back on the floor, my legs between the sissy's legs, as my toes play with her cage. Every tap I do with my toes, she moans. Every movement I do, every stroke. Everything. She moans and whines. "Puh--please, Miss, let me cum." "Who does this little sissy caged clitty belong to?" … Continue reading Caged
Deep Thoughts
Spitfire and I have been having some deep talks lately. I'm an emotional wreck for a variety of reasons, the least of which is body memories. So, I decided to ask her the really, truly, deep question. "If something were to happen to me, and I was still your dollie, would you want something from … Continue reading Deep Thoughts
Smut
"you write good smut, mine," she tells me after reading something I was twiddling over. "I'd like to see more. It's made me wiggly." I groan. Smut sometimes is easy to write, but not always. Is this even any good? "You are filled with vampire venom,” Spitfire told me as I laid naked on the … Continue reading Smut
Growly
"Have a set ready for the mansion," I tell Spitfire before logging during her morning. It's o'dark early for me and I am sleepy, cranky, and tired. I wake up when she's gone to dinner and I start to put my set list together when I check and see what the notice says. Not amused. … Continue reading Growly
Needs
Originally written back in the summer, I have no clue why it never got published anywhere. Maybe it is, and I've misplaced it. Anyway... Early on, Spitfire and I were talking... “I want you to write about your submissive needs,” domlyskirts tells me over several days. I’m not putting words in her mouth, I’m writing … Continue reading Needs
R2 Fashions
So, I opened my big mouth today. "I guess you want a list of all my R2 outfits?" "That sounds excellent, mine. Make sure you include pictures." *mumblegrumbleblergablarga* And yes, I do have blue skin now. I look like Spitfire's ebil kid sister or something. I don't know how long this will last, but I'm … Continue reading R2 Fashions
Floods
Trigger Warning! I don't need this right now. I really don't. I am the survivor of childhood sexual assault. He was a teenager. I was just out of diapers. I don't need the flood of images, scents, sounds, remembered touches, and worse, the knowlege that the adults who were around me didn't care. I wasn't … Continue reading Floods
My life is a work of He.art 