Once again - these are not Spitfire's words, but what I understood from what she said... I was arting the night before I had gone to sleep. She had woken up and was rattled because she was having to take a turn monitoring her father's needs. I was playing with Gimp with some images I … Continue reading Wordless
I sent Spitfire to bed with a smile today. A small parcel with tea, more origami stars I make, some pens, and the most important thing - a Tardis slouchy hat - had arrived today. She held off opening it till she could get me on skype right before I had to go do the … Continue reading The Hat
Spitfire and I have been having long talks. Really long talks. There's two main issues: Miss Jealousy and I interacting, and the giant elephant in the room. I have been told in no uncertain terms to not have anything to do with Miss Jealousy and her drama inducing antics. So, other than maybe saying hi, … Continue reading Long Talks
"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
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
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
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
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
A couple of weeks ago, I told Unity, henceforth known as mum, that I would never ask her to trance me. She has so many people touching and tearing at her, wanting a little piece of her time, that I have decided that, other than letting her know that I was online, I was not … Continue reading Trance Magic
Spitfire has a grumbly Kittlen on their hands. Why am I grumbly? A couple of reasons: 1: Severe case of vertigo. 2: Too sick to DJ 4/5 sets this past week 3: Feeling ganged up on 4: Spitfire has to work Okay… let’s attack these one at a time. First up: Spitfire working. Them’s gotta … Continue reading The Viper is Flown From the Seated Position
My life is a work of He.art 