Hot sex, earning your Kitchen, DVR, Dreams
Friday night I passed out hard after Furry and I soaked the bed almost thru to the other side. I think Max is still the only person to make me soak all the way through a bed and down into the box springs... ah, memories of going blind. But yes, dicussions of sleepiness led to me begging for Furry to go down on me (I blame it on Curry, who in our last encounters left me wanting, needing his lips and never going there... too busy with his fist on me), since usally recieving oral sex just isn't my thing. He wanted to fist me after fucking me, but some angles of entry on pseudo-missionary sex rip me a little, and I was tender after being fucked and had already cum more times than a normal ejaculatory creature should.
Saturday I buried myself in my website while watching the new DVR. Furry has decided he needs the SciFi Channel, and so has invested in a satelite TV dealie, complete with one of those DVR things to record up to 50 hours of programming. I can tell my man loves me, because he recorded vast quantities of Law&Order, Law&Order:SVU, some Smallville and CSI... I love my Furry One. So, as I edited porn and tried to clean up my laptop harddrive, I watched 2 episodes of Smallville, 2 episodes of L&O:SVU, part of a Tremors movie, and part of a Stargate (Furry's addiction, not mine) episode. It is really cool getting to pause TV, and getting to skip commercials.
We had hoped to get to Lamb's by 7 or 8, but we didn't leave the house until after 9. I picked up gifts and returned items for Regina to take with me to Ohio, made a few jaws drop with the new du, enjoyed Lamb's new kitchen color scheme... and played in a social way with my slave boy.
Lamb's new kitchen is Yellow. VERY YELLOW. With red, black and white trimming. I decided he should earn his kitchen.
There is a tradition in what many might consider the "Old Gaurd" or "Old School" Leather scene of "Earning your leathers". For some, that has meant being gifted with a new item of leather after breaking a cherry. For some, it is learning how to care for leather before being considered properly able to own it. For some, it is being beaten with the item in question... traditions vary. Lamb has a new kitchen. Yellow: Piss scenes. Red: Hand balling/fisting. White: Masturbation/cum. Black: S/M.
Last night, Lamb earned his black trim. Nancy and I took turns hurting the boy in his new kitchen. Ripping out hair (from his head or beard). Pinching fingertips, ears, scrotal sacs, septum and inner thighs until they almost bled. Caning his ass and thighs. Nancy even gave him a wet willie (okay, not very S/M, but very annoying). He kept saying "I appologize for whatever Gerd did!" a fallback to a prior scene the 3 of them had done, while begging me to pee on him. I didn't. I had and still have horrid cramps and a rather annoying period that os being very persistant... and though Lamb has tasted my menstral blood before, I didn't feel like sharing that in a semi-public setting that night.
I love having my periods. I hate having my periods.
Love: because I know I'm not pregnant. Because it theoretically shows I'm fertile, but not having a baby yet. Since I currently am not on birth control pills, this is important to me. Since I am now off my epilepsy drugs, I may go back on the pill... but I must find a new doctor first and fix my healthcare issues. I enjoy the redness of it. The excuse for hot anal sex.
Hate: Cramps. Messiness. Having to hit the toilet 5 times a day or more to change tampons. Having to drop towels to fuck. Water weight.
Furry has put up covers over the windows, supposedly to keep the heat out, but I think it because he likes the darkness. It has fucked up my sleep schedule. I was going to wake at noon, but I looked at the clock and looked at how pitch black it was and was convinced it was Midnight and had set the alarm wrong. How annoying.
The dream I awoke from involved Islani and I on a road trip with a group of other folks who were all apparently part of the Cam because we were all discussing ICC. We were climbing cliffs and looking at baby seals, and I was taking pictures. I think Curry was there, some married couple I'd met once or twice at regional events, and for some reason Chocolate Covered Cowboy appeared once or twice but kept missing when we were all supposed to leave, funny that. We had to battle back to the car through throngs of christian youth day campers, and George Clinton was crooning from a rooftop. I was trying to find my camera at one point so hopped on a service elevator that went up the cliff so fast I was almos thrown backwards off of the cliff. Islani somehow managed to get up the cliff faster than the service elevator, and helped me up from the floor of the elevator.