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
Tag: spitfire
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
Spoiled
It's official. My vertigo is finally bad enough that my family doctor is sending me to a specialist. I saw them last night at the extended hours clinic. The worst part, was after doing the treatment to get rid of it, I was sat up on the exam stable, and nearly fainted right off of … Continue reading Spoiled
Hell Week
The last week was hell in a handbasket. As I write this post, I am at Xaara, being dressing while Spitfire DJs her heart out. She told me "yesterday" she was going to take the set. It was morning for her, and she sent me to bed. Little did she realize that I was going … Continue reading Hell Week
Magic Smoke
I'm not exactly sure how or why it happened, but Spitfire's computer had the magic smoke issue. You know what the magic smoke it - it's what computers run on. If the magic smoke escapes, the computers stop running. Either that, or the hamsters in the power supply have all died. As soon as her … Continue reading Magic Smoke
My life is a work of He.art 