#thechronicmasochist
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Mondays are for playdates with @demonsanddestiny
I didn’t talk about it bc things were so fucking hectic but I lost like fifty some odd plants to thrips after the move, mainly bc I didn’t have time to properly treat them amongst all the other crises and I didn’t want to lose the other fifty to thrips. I went through a lot of emotions about it, feeling shame for losing that many as well as a LOT of grief. Today I’m trying to reconnect with my survivors a bit though, and I’ll definitely be doing more outside plant stuff this summer.
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Daisy dolly
An excerpt from my newest blog post: “Introducing my Toy to Sub-Space”
Having secured my prey, immobilized him, snared him in my web, I pause. I pace back and forth around the bed, chatting at him about how handsome he looks all spread out and about how much I love hurting him. I’m coaxing him into subspace, but I’m also coaxing myself into dom-space at the same time. As I taunt him, I can feel my pulse find a steady rhythm, my hairs stand on end, and I feel myself growing larger and stronger. I flash my teeth like a predator even though he is blindfolded and won’t appreciate it. My body is vibrating with energy that is making me faster, quieter, hungrier. My instincts are sharper. Meaner.
I know that he is dying for me to make a move, but I keep talking. Pain comes in many flavors, and my inner sadist is relishing the torture I can inflict without laying a single blow.
I talk him through some of what I’ll do to him. I inform him that I will hurt him, that I will cane him. He fears the cane, knowing how it makes me yelp. His pulse jumps. I rest each of my increasingly large dildos against his body so that he can only feel their cool weight as I tell him how I’ll be stretching him out slowly around them.
I’ve been trying to get my grubby little hands on some more out of circulation queer/kink/sex work literature this year, but they can be so darned expensive!
decorated my boots for pride
I got all dolled up for a daisy picking date with my darling loverboy
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throwback thursday or something
A snippet from Monday’s bdsm scene with my boy-toy:
The cane moves seemingly before my hand does. I flick my wrist, choosing a spot deep within his thigh to aim at and move the stick with frightening speed until it’s parting the flesh and fat and tissue of the thigh itself to make way for my trajectory. His skin immediately puckers in two perfect, parallel lines. In a matter of moments those lines will become welts. In a day those welts would begin to bruise, by day three there would be no more welts but the bruises would finally fully form in all their purple and blue spattered glory. I look down at my own thighs which are still bruised from a caning two weeks ago, and smile.
When the cane hits flesh the pain is immediate, blinding. It’s a flash. That flash fades almost instantaneously and after a split second in which you are left wondering “is that it?” it comes roaring back as a deep and searing pain that spreads through your muscle, tissue, and for some of us into the soul itself.
I move impossibly fast to try to get ahead of that second rush and I land another blow on his other thigh, lower than I’d aimed at but still perfectly safe and sweet and painful. The other thigh was an inferno and this one met it and I watched the pain lick at him inside two competing tidal waves. I stroked his face and soothed him, told him how proud I was, how good he did. I held him as he spun.
“Do you need me to untie you?” I ask him as I lay my head against his chest.
“Just my arm, so I can put it around you?” was his request, and I easily freed his wrist so that he could wrap it around my shoulders.
(please let me know if you want to read more like this thanks!)
I challenged myself to take a photo-set where both of my hands appear in each frame. I’ve become very accustomed to using a remote shutter, and that limits my range of motion during shoots. I wanted to practice using my hands as extensions of my expression.
You can enjoy the full photo-set, totally free, on my website here.
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photoshoots with@demonsanddestiny
shout-out to the ppl with a size kink
can you help me with my zipper?
@demonsanddestiny makes me feel this happy all the time
heart day makeup close-up
I always feel sorta awkward in tights, but the hearts are soooooo cute
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