#and i'm not even really That high i had like. a quarter of a gummy. to try and help with my constant headache

[djsangos]

//me playing the fest tonight: haha i wonder if anyone playing with me can tell i'm slightly high

me: reefslides into a wall 2 feet in front of me, keeps standing still shooting at nothing, can't aim for shit, yet still somehow winning most of my matches tonight and getting overall/enemy splatter and #1 turf inker badges a lot

me: ...naaaaaaaahh

[nom-damour]

An Evening of Submission, Chapter One

A fantasy playdate, written by Nom d'Amour

Your Uber from the airport pulls into the driveway, and the driver politely tells you that you have arrived. You gather your small travel bag, thank her, and step out.

This has been a night on the horizon for over six months, since that fateful first private message. The last few weeks have been a blur of preparation and arousal. And conditioning. You're not sure which excites you more.

You're dressed as you've been told. Cupless corset, garter and thigh highs, "come fuck me pumps", under a fashionable knee-length overcoat. All black. No panties. Master said. Wearing this on the flight out has your pussy throbbing and soaking wet already. The vibrations from the jet engines were bad enough, but it seemed like the driver deliberately hit every bump in the road on the entire journey to the house. Thankfully, you're not sitting down anymore, but you're absolutely certain that there's a huge wet spot on the inside of the back of your coat.

Taking a deep breath, you walk up the small sidewalk leading to the front door. Both the outdoor and indoor lights are blazing bright and welcoming. You steel yourself and ring the doorbell.

You see a masculine figure approaching through the frosted pane of glass in the front door. He opens it, and you finally see the Master you've come all this way for. A little over six feet tall, with short dark hair with rather distinguished gray streaks starting at his temples. Well-trimmed facial hair, a mustache, and a goatee that you can't wait to sit on... grind against... Wait, where were you? You trailed off there mentally a bit... Oh yes! Black button-up collared shirt, long sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off his thickly muscled forearms... "Hmm? What?" You murmured. Someone had said something to you. In a really dreamy baritone voice. "I said, are you okay little one?" SQUISH "I'm sorry, sir!" You say, practically instinctively. "I'm just a little nervous. In my own head for a moment. What did you say?" "I said: Hello! Welcome to our home. Please come in." His green eyes twinkled like jade in the light. "Thank you," you say a bit numbly. Your pussy, already drenched on the way here, was in the process of coating your thighs with your arousal. You follow the man in black (my god, his ass looks good in those jeans)... A voluptuous woman is standing at the end of the hall, at the entrance to the rest of their home. A blazing mane of silver hair, a tight black blouse sprayed onto her torso. Breasts. Torso. Tits.

She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were clearly hard. And needing to be sucked on.... Wait. You did it again. Someone's talking.

"Hello, little one," the Amazon said. "Please join us in the kitchen, let's relax a bit and get comfortable." She seems so pleasant. And she's so fucking sexy. Her clothes look like they're painted on. Onto the brunette goddess of breeding. Big breasts, topped with thick, hard, turgid nipples, plainly visible through whatever fabric encased her. Visible nipples. Big hips. Big, beautiful honey-brown eyes. Thick, kissable, suckable lips.

The Goddess speaks in your ear...

"Here, little one. Have a bit of an edible. And a shot of chilled Glenfiddich. To settle your nerves... from traveling." First, there's the taste of strawberry. It's so sweet, like candy. The whiskey is a bit of a burn, but an excellent chaser. Your nerves calm, your breathing slows, your mind seems to clarify for a moment...

"Welcome, to our home," the Mast... man says. His voice.. just does things... to your psyche. And the most intimate parts of your anatomy.

"Would you like anything else? Another shot? Another quarter gummy?" The Goddess speaks again. She seems so nice. Like she really cares about you. You just want to hug her. Wrap yourself around her. Bury your face in her ample... "May I please have both?" You ask cautiously. They smile at you, then each other. Miss feeds you another gummy while the Master pours you another shot. Your body feels so warm, and tingly. There are things being said to you, and you feel so good in obeying their requests. Their orders.

"Take off your coat and let me hang it up for you, little one," The Mistress says.

You do as you're told. The air conditioning slaps across your exposed nipples, and the juices coating your thighs. Your eyes close. You succumb to sensations, leaning back against the wall. Master *SNAPS!* loudly near your left ear and says one word in your right. "DROP."

Your knees immediately weaken. You're caught by a strong arm at your waist. You can't open your eyes.

You're straightened and pressed against a vertical surface. You feel hands on your exposed tits. One hand is much larger than the other, but both perform the same stimulation. Mauling your breasts. Massaging them. Pinching your nipples. Flicking them. Everything happening to your poor tits is hotwired directly to your poor, throbbing, neglected pussy. And your swollen clit.

SNAP

Your mind begins to slip sideways a bit. The Sir is on one side, the Miss on the other. Both are making your body feel soo good. Someone presses a single finger against your clit. You cum right there in the kitchen. You even squirt your juices onto the hardwood floor, but you're completely unaware of it. A rich baritone voice commands you to DROP

Your knees buckle, dependent on those holding you. Suddenly, you feel weightless, as if floating in the wind. Or sensation. You're set down on something soft. So nice. You feel your clothing removed from your body sensually. A caress here, a fondle there. Oh god, both nipples sucked at the same time... wait. No. Yes. Yes, please. Wait, come back! You're fed another sweet treat, along with a nice warm liquid to wash it down. Your wrists are moved directly above your head, your arms outstretched. You feel bracelets placed around them, then moved higher. They suddenly feel attached to each other, and something else. Unable to move far. And, yet, so satisfying. This feels right. Correct.

You feel similar sensation with your ankles. Your knees are bent, spread, and those familiar bracelets are wrapped around your ankles. You feel so spread. Vulnerable. You feel your pussy clench. She knows what you want. Your brain just gets in the way. Your pussy has been guiding you on this adventure, and took complete control once you arrived.

You're finally ready.

Everything is tingling. No, throbbing. No, pulsing. Hee hee. Master and Mistress are here! They're so nice to me. They make their little slut toy feel so good. Because I'm a good, obedient little girl.

[twistednuns]

March 2022

March was all about mentally vanishing from the face of Earth. Escaping from the rules, routines, problems. Pretending not to be there. Not to be responsible. Feeling was more important than doing. Disclaimer: I'm not cut out for this extreme either. Doing it all, doing nothing at all - I need to find the balance inbetween.

Making the vegan chocolate orange cake from Eat this again.

I started a mosaic project! I was hoping to get a new bathroom vanity unit when I thought... wouldn't that be the perfect opportunity to put all the mosaic tiles I have to good use? Now I'm trying my hand at upcycling. Let's see how it goes. EDIT: Only finished like a quarter but I decided to put it back to the bathroom. Will I ever finish it?

Eating goat cheese cream with my finger directly from the box.

A good back crack.

The thin crescent moon. My favourite. Especially when it's still low in the sky and looks all big and yellow.

The peaceful moments I get after Hanna is finished with me at physiotherapy. I usually see monsters and faces in the concrete ceiling and last time they even played Lou Reed's Perfect Day! A good song.

Grounding.

New shimmery nail polish. Lilac with a hint of blue shine.

Watching trippy documentaries about the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I'm still looking for an ancient MTV Masters episode about the band. Man, there were so many amazing MTV shows, right? Room Raiders, Cribs, Pimp my Ride, Next...

A new word: undulating.

Feeling like a baby when the old Thai lady covered me with a warm blanket and started massaging me until YaYah was there.

A mild obsession with water bottles for pet cages. Thinking about building one for me with cherry-flavoured water.

Erin's Valley Girl @high school video.

I had sour Haribo cola bottles the other day and couldn't stop thinking about the line from a Bloc Party song: "Like eating glass, like drinking poison" - isn't that basically what I'd just done? Eating (gummy) glass, drinking (gummy) poison?

You see so much from a bus window. A man coming out of an antique store secretly exchanging his toupet for a hat. He quickly pushed the hair into his jacket pocket hoping nobody would notice.

Watching Licorice Pizza at the cinema with Lena and Sash. The movie has a pretty nice soundtrack. Let me roll it to you!

My VHS English class, coming up with fun exercises (like describing awkward family photos while their partner had to try to draw the image or creating fake Tinder profiles for a round of Speed Dating), flowers from parents. Raphael picking me up; walking through the park, having ice-cream.

I had to give a lesson for class 10D and was pretty successful with my Speaking Test activities there as well. And I saw lots of former students - Rosa has become SO pretty. Ermira and Caprice are still in my team - and I spoke Spanish with Yolanda! I really miss the older students...

A secret message from my ninth house: "Travel with risk and adventure." (OMG I'm so overwhelmed and scared when I think of my upcoming sabbatical)

Shopping for art supplies with Doris. Getting a special rainbow pencil for myself (special because it had pink in it). Doris getting me ceramic glaze and Paulaner Spezi. Asking for advice about Mexico. Sending messages - in Spanish! She has been suspiciously nice to me lately.

A good therapy session. Getting an idea of what might be wrong with me.

Trying to get my life back on track. Calling in sick to catch up with all the stuff I hadn't managed to do in the last weeks. I desperately need a change.

The two ladies who applied as choir leaders for our gospel choir. Great personalities and both very passionate. Clementina is a tiny Argentinian curly girl with so much energy. I'm looking forward to working with her more.

Booking an overpriced flight to Seoul. Just because I know that I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I spent another vacation at home. I desperately need a change of scenery.