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Jan
18th
Sun
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Looks like I was right about the twisted fairy tale: D has managed to turn me into Cinderella for the next few days till his arrival here up North for a visit.  I woke up to an extensive, detailed assignment yesterday morning, ordering me to head straight home after work and clean the entire house.  Apparently dear Hugg had been enlisted to help with the fantasy because the place was unusually wrecked, but I didn’t mind at all.  I’ve never enjoyed a Saturday night of cleaning so very much, and (although I suspected as much) I never realized domestic duties could leave me so aroused. He’s already figured out how to use my imagination to marvelously mind-fuck me and manage to elevate my perception of reality even more than I do on my own.  He may not have much formal experience with power exchange, but I can feel his intense arousal when I surrender to his commands.  I can already sense that fantasy and sweet reality will continue to mingle and intertwine until one is no longer discernable from the other, which is just the way it should be. Wonder when I get to go to the ball?

Looks like I was right about the twisted fairy tale: D has managed to turn me into Cinderella for the next few days till his arrival here up North for a visit.  I woke up to an extensive, detailed assignment yesterday morning, ordering me to head straight home after work and clean the entire house.  Apparently dear Hugg had been enlisted to help with the fantasy because the place was unusually wrecked, but I didn’t mind at all.  I’ve never enjoyed a Saturday night of cleaning so very much, and (although I suspected as much) I never realized domestic duties could leave me so aroused.

He’s already figured out how to use my imagination to marvelously mind-fuck me and manage to elevate my perception of reality even more than I do on my own.  He may not have much formal experience with power exchange, but I can feel his intense arousal when I surrender to his commands.  I can already sense that fantasy and sweet reality will continue to mingle and intertwine until one is no longer discernable from the other, which is just the way it should be.

Wonder when I get to go to the ball?

Jan
7th
Wed
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Completing the Circle

When I came up North as a nanny over a year ago, it was the first time in my young life that I was setting out entirely on my own, propelling my own progress;  up to that point, I’d always had parents, a husband, or a branch of the military influencing my decisions and helping me pick up the pieces when plans fell through.  While up here, I have learned more about myself then I ever imagined possible-not only sexually, but also professionally and emotionally as well.  Now, I’m once again a nanny, but due to recent upheaval on all fronts followed by a massive influx of the kinkiest version of true love ever, I’m no longer with T, K, or M.  I will be forever grateful for everything I learned from each of them, and I’ll never forget the lessons, patience, and attention each was kind enough to show me in his/her own special way.

Now that it seems a new era has begun, I’m planning to continue this blog, although I won’t feel obligated to post orgasms any longer.  I’m still trying to figure out how to marry the last few months of salacious exploration with my childhood presumptions concerning romance, and my imagination is congering up images of colorful, happily twisted fairy tales.  This should prove a lovely way to work out the sticky details and have somewhere to keep posting the interesting photos I can’t seem to help but find.

Dec
6th
Sat
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Ordered to prepare for my travels today, last eve was spent guess & testing techniques with my new buzzy-the 1st orgasm snuck up on me tho. I Continued research for pleasuring myself on the flight, and the 2nd orgasm left me squealing into my pillow.

Ordered to prepare for my travels today, last eve was spent guess & testing techniques with my new buzzy-the 1st orgasm snuck up on me tho.

I Continued research for pleasuring myself on the flight, and the 2nd orgasm left me squealing into my pillow.

Nov
24th
Mon
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And the weekend finale…

Post-clothespins, I almost couldn’t contain the orgasm that thundered thru me as K fucked me, M caressed my clit, & I pinched my sore nips.

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Playing Catch-up The lazy Saturday afternoon was livened up by M & K’s loving attention-K’s fingers & eyes sealed the deal for the 1st of the pre-pancake 4. Number 2 hit me like a cherry bomb in my panties, mere minutes after the giggles from the 1st were gone-M’s fingers this time. 3 & 4 melded together as M’s talented hand kept me quivering, but I have yet to master the art of cumming on command-I must keep practicing (Tofer-Finger bang http://www.devoraran.com/reportaje.php?id=39)

Playing Catch-up

The lazy Saturday afternoon was livened up by M & K’s loving attention-K’s fingers & eyes sealed the deal for the 1st of the pre-pancake 4.

Number 2 hit me like a cherry bomb in my panties, mere minutes after the giggles from the 1st were gone-M’s fingers this time.

3 & 4 melded together as M’s talented hand kept me quivering, but I have yet to master the art of cumming on command-I must keep practicing

(Tofer-Finger bang http://www.devoraran.com/reportaje.php?id=39)

Nov
19th
Wed
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Off to Nod

I let my fingers dance over my clit thru my adorable panties until my hips started bucking & the thrill of obedience sent me over the edge.

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It seems that my two greatest passions in life (at this moment, at least), submission and acting have quite a few notable parallels.  In the realm of theatre, the player is the most humble component; it’s someone else’s words, someone else’s story, and someone else’s vision being communicated.  Yet, the actor is blessed with the opportunity to be the conduit of said words, story, and vision to the audience, and although she is a tiny part of something much bigger than herself, all eyes, all attention remain on her as the light cradles her onstage. Just the same, when I am serving, I’m also part of something much bigger than myself and also the most humble aspect of the entire universe that exists during that particular playtime, that individual scene.  However, even if I’m bound to a stool in the corner and simply forced to watch others play in front of me, I’m still being ‘done to.’  It seems Billy Shakes was right: all the world is, in fact, a stage.

It seems that my two greatest passions in life (at this moment, at least), submission and acting have quite a few notable parallels.  In the realm of theatre, the player is the most humble component; it’s someone else’s words, someone else’s story, and someone else’s vision being communicated.  Yet, the actor is blessed with the opportunity to be the conduit of said words, story, and vision to the audience, and although she is a tiny part of something much bigger than herself, all eyes, all attention remain on her as the light cradles her onstage.

Just the same, when I am serving, I’m also part of something much bigger than myself and also the most humble aspect of the entire universe that exists during that particular playtime, that individual scene.  However, even if I’m bound to a stool in the corner and simply forced to watch others play in front of me, I’m still being ‘done to.’  It seems Billy Shakes was right: all the world is, in fact, a stage.

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Orgasm Tutorial

As K watched via web-cam, M’s fingers got me to and kept me at the brink for ages, then after asking sweetly, I was finally allowed release.