Full Circle

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I almost didn’t do this. There were tears and an attempt at retaking it so that I would be happier. But now I don’t care so much. It’s not what I see as perfect but that’s the point. We go back to this tie over and over but perfection is not needed. It’s not the point. We have fun. We feel connected. We may have gone full circle with our bondage, but that doesn’t mark the end. We will still grow and learn and enjoy it.

 
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TMI Tuesday – 29,04,2014

 

1. For me, it was the best sex I’ve had in a long time.

2. That idiot cashier who runs away when she sees a queue at my local supermarket.

3. Behind the tree there is a bumblebee!

4. Writing is something I always wanted to do.

5. When it was over, I was finally free and did everything I had previously not been allowed to.

6. Tonight I’m looking forward to having sex with Him, followed by sleeping beside Him .

 

 

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No babies, baby!

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Safe sex to us revolves around trying very hard to not get pregnant. Sadly, no current form of contraception is perfect for me. The NHS suggests a grand total of 15 options so you would think I’d find one to make me happy. I have spent endless hours researching. We have spent months discussing. But the following doesn’t please this picky bitch.

15 – Natural family planning. I don’t understand why anyone would do this. The paranoia would piss me off. Checking my vagina a hundred times a day and still having to use another form of contraception if I want to fuck during the time I’m most likely to get pregnant? No.

14 – Sterilization. If I was a little more naive, this would be appealing. Fortunately I got to see someone deal with the after affects of this. My mother has had many medical issues that resulted in her having a hysterectomy and go through the menopause early. Plus, since I’m only 25, I don’t feel quite ready to throw away the option of another child.

13 – Vasectomy. I couldn’t ask Him to do this. I wouldn’t want Him to. I feel like a guy who has been told to get his dog snipped. The thought of it doesn’t settle well with me. Plus, ouch. No.

12 – Diaphragm. I don’t like shoving my fingers in my vag. I’m sure I’d get used to it eventually but I’d actually rather not swirl my fingers around in there every time I want to fuck. On top of that, the possible increased risk of cystitis with a long history of bladder problems and kidney issues running in my family makes this a no.

11 – Cap. Pretty much the same as with the diaphragm option. I dread to think how much these things would cost me in Finland.

10 – Progesterone only pill. I tried this once and it made my body go crazy. The side effects were peculiar and I came off it when the pain had me on my knees in the supermarket one Friday morning.

9 – Female condom. I’ve never used one. I’ve never seen one. But again, I don’t like thin plastic type things going in me.

8 – The ring. This sounds like a possible option for me. If I manage to get over the idea of putting something in me and leaving it there for 21 days. I can’t help but dread the paranoia.

7 – Male condom. We used these for around three months from the start of our relationship. I wasn’t on the pill at that point and as soon as I went back on it, we stopped with the condoms. I craved the feeling of His cum in me. To me it was a deeper sign of Him owning me. With regular sex and a dick too big to fit into any regular, supermarket bought condoms, it was costing 0,61e each time we fucked.

6 – IUS. Now we’re getting into some real possible options for us long term. I dread the idea of having it fitted, though. I’ve read too many horror stories.

5 – IUD. I like this. 10 years is a good chunk of time and the price overall for this country isn’t too bad at just over 100e. But the dreaded insertion.

4 – Injection. I don’t like injections. I tend to faint and feel like I’m going to throw up and have a panic attack. But I’ve heard good things about it.

3 – The patch. Lovely. It doesn’t invade my body. I stick it on and off we go. But you have to remember to take it off on the right day and put a new one on. Fiddly.

2 – Implant. Somehow, I can get my head around this idea. It sounds reasonable. Not thinking about contraception for three years? Hell yeah. But can I be brave enough? That’s yet to be seen. This is what I will go talk to my doctor about.

1 – Combined pill. My current choice. Specifically Yasminelle. I’m currently having six weeks on the pills with one week off which is great for me. I have ongoing iron issues and randomly heavy periods so this was the best quick fix option at the time. I ran screaming from anything that suggested heavier periods and my doctor offered Yasminelle. But I’m not happy. I’m not happy with the headaches. I’m not happy with the incredible bloating I get on this. I’m not happy about the increased risk in regards to diarrhea because of my IBS. I have no control over it. I feel more and more like I’m not in control over my own contraception on the pill. I want something less fussy. I want something easy. But I also don’t want to be fainting while making breakfast.

I’m told there is something for everyone. It’s just a matter of finding it. Now more than ever I’m seriously considering getting the implant.

What form of contraception do you use? Do you use the implant? If so, what is your experience?

 

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TMI Tuesday – 22,04,2014

1. How addicted are you? You are in a rush, there is no time to make your morning coffee or stop to buy it. However, you can save time and get your “energy high” by brushing your teeth with a caffeine-infused toothbrush. Would you buy and use this product? Why or why not?

We are both pretty addicted to coca-cola right now. Though, it must be said that we are cutting down. It’s not purely caffeine but the sugar for me since I have fatigue issues more often than not. I would not buy a damn caffeine-infused toothbrush. I have weak enamel from when I was a kid and smashed my baby teeth out and now I spend a good amount of time and money on dental hygiene. Caffeine toothbrushes don’t cut it for me.

2. You made a sex list of all the things you’d like to do but haven’t done. The list was lost and discovered by your boss at work. He/she ask if they can help you tick a few items off the list. What do you say?

‘Thanks for the creepy offer but no thanks. I have a Master to take care of all those things on that list plus anything else I might come up with. He will be the only one to help me tick those things off because I belong to him. Okay? Great. Have a nice day and stop making me feel icky.’

3. Sex around the house. Have you ever been bent over the kitchen counter or bent a lover over the kitchen counter and fucked? What did you like most about it? What did you like least?

Sex in the kitchen? I don’t think we have yet. Our kitchen is rather exposed to ten or more apartments. I have, however, perched my bare ass on the kitchen counter to take a photo.

4. Sexting…How do you really feel about it?

I like it, it’s like foreplay.

5. What do you love to sniff? Why?

I love to sniff His bedding. If I’m sleepy, I go to bed and nap with his bedding. If I’m going to sleep before Him, I sleep with His duvet. If I’m sad, ill or tired but have to stay up, I hug His pillow. When we lived apart, I kept His hoodie and slept with it near my face so I could smell it as I fell to sleep.

 

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Hungry for pain

 

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I like a lot of things a great deal. Bondage, sleeping and cheesecake. Yet nothing creates a deep hunger like the thought of pain caused by Him. It is my therapy. It is my safety. It’s my quickest way to sub space and it’s beautiful. The trust it shows is a constant reminder that I am His and He is mine. He does it because He loves me. He does it to help me. He does it because He’s a sadist.

 
Face slapping, boob, ass and thigh grabbing, manhandling in any area, hair pulling, biting and finally spanking. I want it all. But the marks are the icing on the cake. Something to remember that moment by.

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