"I have a task for you, and I plan on doing it too," Spitfire speaks to me just before going to bed for her night. "I will be doing this too. Blog about the Old Guard." I baulk. She gives me the same assignment the next day. And the next. And the next. "I am … Continue reading The Old Guard
I barely touched some of the stuff going on while Spitfire was unable to be Spitfire. It's my turn to soak a shoulder or two. See, all of a sudden, I got slammed with a bunch of real life stuff, but nothing like what she was going through. One of my teeth lost a shard. … Continue reading Soaking 2
There's been at least two ways Spitfire has emotionally soaked me. The first way was through their gentle dominance, when she was establishing who was boss. I got my emotional arse drenched by what she did. No, she didn't fill my cup, she dunked me in a pool. That feeling is still pretty fresh in … Continue reading Soaking
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
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
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
(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
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
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