Stuff from Fetlife. Posted originally over a year ago. How many promises were broken? Warm Fuzzies I get up and do the mom thing, letting my real life sleep. I get my kids to school and I get home, and fire up skype, expecting a black screen. Except it’s not a black screen. He’s there, … Continue reading Warm Fuzzies/7 days
Stalker
This happened a year ago. This is what happens when someone doesn't take being blocked as "go away." I'm still badly burnt by this man, and he gets banned on any and all sims I spend time on. His obsession was so fubared that Coyote is still concerned for her safety. So am I, except … Continue reading Stalker
Silence/Patience
From Fetlife back about 8 months ago. Fetlife doesn't keep a confirmed record of when you have posted stuff, just a vague one. Silence “Don’t give up on me.” Those were the last words on a text from him almost a week ago. He said he would explain what was going on. He said he … Continue reading Silence/Patience
Ponderings 3
"Who is he who you call daddy?" I hear the why in the question and I let my mind fly back to a bad night about three years ago. I had been fired from my "job" (it was a scam) and this one man at a cabaret I was working in had taken an interest … Continue reading Ponderings 3
Ponderings 2
Where do I start this time? I found some tweets thanks to a new twitter account I have. He got into my head again and made me cry, because of what he said in them. He had moaned just after New Years and just before Valentine's day that he was alone again and it's been … Continue reading Ponderings 2
Ponderings
I read the short blog Spitfire wrote about being a dominant, and frown. It was good that she has written, but she could have written more. It was the next day when I found out why she wasn't writing as much as she could have. Just like her, I use these posts to get into … Continue reading Ponderings
Caged 2
(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
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
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