Hey Daddy

Smug and preening princess. Home and bruised and smiling. It's a long weekend here, did you know that? I didn't know that. I don't take a moment to notice these things til I'm in the middle of them.

Women's play party last night. What fun I had! I did a piercing scene on a girl with very pretty breasts, and got all "Whee! Look! Pretty!" which is about as 'toppy' as I ever get. My second date showed up mid-way through the piercing, waited patiently. Then as soon as I was done, flipped me into sub-space so quickly I almost forgot my little moment on top altogether. Cocksucking, face-slapping, belting, pummeling, and BITING. I look like I've been got at by giant starving pirhanas- great big purple bruises all over my neck, shoulders, back, thighs, arms. Having my inner thighs bitten gives me peaceful, submissive thoughts along the lines of "AAAARGH I'M GONNA KICK YOU IN THE FUCKING HEAD- AAARGH". Generally I'm too busy screaming to articulate such things. It's amazing what you can do to a body without resorting to tools of any kind.

I got to play in a sling! For the first time! Long overdue, I am aware. There's some particular magic about lying back in a glorified swing, looking at my pretty pink stockings and shiny black little girl shoes caught in the stirrups, mid-way through a ferocious fuck.

Only, I lost my piercing (the vertical hood barbell). FOR THE SECOND TIME IN A WEEK. I lost it somewhere in Palm Springs, got it replaced (for some expense and pain) on Tuesday, and it fell out last night. Apparently the piercing does not like it when I have athletic sex. The piercing opts out. The piercing unscrews itself and hurls to the floor in a tantrum. I would just let it go, but I love that piercing. I feel naked without it- or worse, without it my nudity goes unaccessorised. How it survived a year and a half prior to this with no problems, only to become so extremely problematic now, I do not know. I want it back. But I don't want to get it back at the expense of being able to have wild athletic sex. Piercing? Sex? Oh the decisions!

In a way that feels completely disconnected from the material reality of it, there's something about having things bought for me- spontaneous, generous and indulgent- that makes me blush and scuff my toe and feel prized.