switchkitty78: (collar)
It may be time to rethink the switch- in switchkitty. Mostly because the dynamic between Kittyboy and I has shifted rather dramatically in recent months.

By the way, hi. :) *purr*
switchkitty78: (Milady's marque)
Spring is here, a-sa-pa-ring is here, life is skittles and life is beer!

(cookie if you know the reference.)

The weather is finally warming up, and things are awakening. (alas this includes my allergies, lol.) And me, I find myself wistfully surfing Happy Tails Floggers, lusting after a cowhide trifle or two. One day I will learn florentine flogging. But not today.


Feb. 16th, 2013 02:56 pm
switchkitty78: (collar)
Didn't make it to the Flea this year, again.

*sigh* someday when I have money and less headnoise issues, I guess.

Hope anyone who is there is having a super good time though.


Dec. 31st, 2012 05:21 pm
switchkitty78: (ravished)
Note to self - Kittyboy goes on date with pretty lady = Kittyboy comes home and bangs the everlovingfuck out of his wife.

Yep, I can definitely get used to this. =^_^=
switchkitty78: (Milady's marque)
Every so often while poking around reddit I'll be blindsided by something that will utterly cripple my ability to think for a few hours. Usually it's cute pictures of cats. Today it's Robert Downey Jr. in rope.

I'll be in my bunk. FOREVER.
switchkitty78: (purple ass)
So Kittyboy and I have been watching American Horror Story, which isn't particularly heavy on the horror or the particularly scary, but seems content to live in the realm of mildly unsettling/disturbing. I'm okay with that. I was not expecting a rather explicit scenes of bare bottoms getting caned by severe looking nuns, though.

I know I know, it takes place in an asylum in the 60s, I know my reaction is supposed to be grrr argh human rights violations rawr. Instead it was all "daaaaamn, Sister has some lovely things in her punishment closet." And she does. Them hardwood, leather gripped canes pressed against tender butts... *cough* (Willing to bet you dollars to donuts there will be at least three people claiming to be the person that crafted them at FFF.)

It's probably also problematic that when Sister finally starts caning her patient, my first thought was "oh come on, she's not even making him count!" Clearly I have got to mark up someone with Mace Windu soon and get it out of my system.

In other news there are DEVELOPMENTS afoot. Not necessarily for me (though who knows?) but seems almost definite for Kittyboy. Lets just say he may be one step closer to being horribly abused and then horribly spoiled by plural ladies. But nothing definite yet. Watch this space for updates I guess. :)


Nov. 19th, 2012 11:24 am
switchkitty78: (collar)
So Kittyboy and I have PAXEast passes. Problem is that we don't have hotel accomodations lined up yet and all the stuff near the con hall is a) $$$ b) probably booked up already by now. More importantly, due to various states of unemployment and financial strappage, it looks like none of the usual suspects are going this time around, which sucks but is understandable. Not like there won't be one the year after that. So he and I have been discussing selling our passes and using the money for something else. And the following fell out of his mouth last night:

"Maybe we could go to Providence for that spanky kink con you're always talking about?"

*blink* What?

Don't get me wrong, holy shit yes, I'd go to the Flea in a heartbeat. Bonus going with my husband! But... I don't know, I have concerns. Other than briefly flirting with kink in the beginning of the relationship and some occasional "I'm gonna tie you up and HURT you." "Okay fine, bring it" play, it's been a reasonably vanilla relationship. And he's got Opinions on kink, specifically on the sort that extends outside of bedroom and sexytimes.

Regardless of all that, the main problem is me. I tend to be the sort that will happily venture along on other peoples adventures into various interests, finding things that interest me along the way at best, finding ways to self-entertain at worst. But when it comes to my own stuff, I'm VERY uncomfortable inviting anyone to go/participate with me, especially if it's an out-there sort of interest (kink counts, but so could experimental French cinema) or a narrowly focused one (beadwork). Half of me goes into defensive mode ("It's not FOR you!") in case the other person doesn't like, is bored by or is derisive of it. The other half gets so wrapped up in whether the other person is enjoying themselves that I fail to enjoy myself, thus nullifying the entire point of the exercise. Which is why I end up doing a lot of things on my own and more or less successfully convincing myself that I really prefer it that way, or just... not doing things period, because lets be fair, company is usually advantageous in these sorts of endeavors.

He did offer, though. That's something. 'Course... I don't know. I hate being humored. Or rather I don't hate it per se, but I hate being constantly aware that someone's coming along for the ride not because of any personal interest of theirs, but because it's important to me. Even though that's something I do all the damn time.

So yeah argh. It's early yet, and it's only been floated as a possibility - FFF is it's own kind of pricey and I told myself after the last one that I wasn't gonna go unless I had at least a few spare C notes to spend (doubtful that I will by February). And I know I'm overthinking it a LOT and I should just go and have a good time and not worry so much about my proposed company. Still the weird level of angst is there and I had to pour it out somewhere.
switchkitty78: (Milady's marque)
*checks "do terrible filthy things while wearing a wedding gown" off bucket list*

Kittyboy and I got married yesterday. God DAMN but that man looks scrumptious in a tux.
switchkitty78: (Kitty)
Kittyboy and I got a new charcoal grill for a wedding present. (no, it hasn't happened yet, one more month to go.) Other than the obvious benefits of fire cooked dead thing every so often (yummy), the smokey smell gets into Kittyboy's clothing and hair after he's been slaving over the grill for long enough, and sheeeeeeiiiiiiit. That's not fair, he already smelled fucking delicious to begin with, but now he's all delicious and SMOKEY and I'm all like RRRRRRGGGGHHHUNNNNFFFGETOVERHERE.

Apparently the smoke goes other places too, which I found out the, erm, hard way. I don't think that's quite what they meant by smoked sausage flavor, but I'll take it... >:)


Mar. 5th, 2012 03:12 pm
switchkitty78: (ravished)
I suspected as much, but last night confirmed that I do indeed like my face slapped during sex. A lot. A very whole lot.
switchkitty78: (Kitty)
Ran across this article in my internet journeys this morning: Madame, Mademoiselle: in France these are about sex, not respect

While an interesting look at how a languages with gendered pronouns hardwired into them in turn shape gender perceptions, all I'm taking from this article is an impish desire to address random men as "Mondamoiseau." By etymological implication, it would also make a fantastic term of address for a male sub. And if you have more than one of them, mesdamoiseaux is a damn elegant looking plural noun. Tell me I'm wrong. Pity I'm not in the market, but hey, you're welcome if you like the idea and want to run away with it.
switchkitty78: (collar)
Is it bad that I want some hot vibratory action followed by some good hard fucking? In that order?
switchkitty78: (Milady's marque)
Kittyboy must love me. Last night after dinner he said something about feeling horny and adventurous. To shreds, you say. He must have read something in my face in return because he asked what I had in mind. I tried to demurr with "ehh, you wouldn't like it," but he was all "No, seriously, what?" so I confessed that I've been itching to hurt someone lately. Without batting any of his sickeningly pretty eyelashes his answer was "All right. Let's do this."

For all I that I love tying him up and doing evil things to him, I don't do it near often enough. Once every six months or so. I should really work on fixing that because it's so much fun to tie him up and make him squirm, and it don't hurt none that if you look at him too hard his skin puffs up into these welts that are not only pretty, but fun to pinch afterwards. Also I think if I got more of a chance to do things (and a little more warning in which to plan stuff) I'd work out some of the shyness I still have surrounding my more sadistic tendencies, I could still feel myself holding back a LOT, and I know he can take a lot more than I was giving him last night. 'Course it doesn't help that I still have a lot of paralyzing shyness about wanting/needing this, so asking for it is still something of a problem for me.

Still, last night did have excellent bits. A few things of note that worked beautifully well that I must keep in mind for later:

  • Engagement rings with a raised setting make a fantastic scratching/cutting implement. Also has the "something you gave me coming back to bite you" element to it, which makes me all kinds of giggle.

  • Tying people up the wrong way round on a bed (as in head towards the foot of the bed) is disorienting.

  • Related to the above, depending on how you chain your bottom's hands, that gives you a whole other fun element to play with. In an unusually inspired moment as I was gleefully dribbling candle wax over Kittyboy's clamped nipples and chest I straddled the footboard of the bed and his hand so he could finger me at the same time, and the crazier he drove me the nastier I got with the wax until he gasped he couldn't take too much more, and I told him that if he made me cum I'd stop. Lucky for him, I was ye close anyway.

So yeah, goodness knows when we'll get up to that level of shenanigans again, but last night was quite with the lovely. But yes, I do need to let my giggling little sadist out to play more often. With a few less leashes, maybe.

Le sigh

Jan. 31st, 2012 11:08 am
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Was kind of waffling on attending the WMPE get together tomorrow night, as I always do when a local scene event is looming. On one hand I really do want to get back into local scene stuff, meet new people and whatnot. On the other hand, after work these days all I want to do is go home and collapse. Not to mention I have bell practice right around meeting time. And I don't want to go all the way to chicopee. And the Hu Ke Lau is expensive, if I actually want food. There's also the bit where I don't want to go by myself, but no one else is free/wants to go. Also also I know a lot of the people in the local scene and part of me is balking at wading into that nest of drama, but I do not want to drive out to hartford or Boston Metro or Albany or even back home to NY for any of this.

Well. I guess I could just wait and go to the closer TNG much in a couple weeks. Course, all of the above issues will still apply. *grump* damn it, it should not be this hard to get my kink on. Stupid shyness/lazy/lack of transportation/lack of money/incestuous Valley.


Dec. 27th, 2011 10:15 pm
switchkitty78: (collar)
Home from a week away, freshly shat, shaved and bathed, wearing a brandy new bra that makes me look and feel like I have tits again, horny as hell... and Kittyboy has a raging headache.

My tragedy, let me show you it.


Oct. 10th, 2011 12:40 pm
switchkitty78: (Default)
A couple of notes on the lady front.

Had a date with the cute girl on my radar of late. Ice cream, candy and shit shooting made for a lovely evening indeed. And she's nice to hug. Coming home twitterpated afterward was fun. :)

Apparently Kittyboy + trip + bourbon = him IMing me about how he wants multiple ladies to have their way with him. I teasingly suggested tying him up first and... that idea went over a little TOO well, if you know what I mean. *sigh, giggle* Man gets a taste of being tag teamed by a couple of girls and he's hooked. (To be fair, it _is_ pretty nice, I won't lie.)

Man, I tell you, consensual angst free open relationships... they are certainly entertaining.
switchkitty78: (Default)
Dear self,

You have lots of things to do this weekend, please don't spend the WHOLE thing breaking in the new Wahl Coil.

Lots of love,

switchkitty78: (purple ass)
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee birthday in two days eeeeeeeeeeee!

I want to buy myself a present. The grownup in me wants to either buy something practical or for the house, the sex fiend is like OMG A YEAR AND A HALF WITHOUT A WAHL COIL IS TOO DAMN LONG. OR GET LUBE SO YOU CAN HAVE A BIRTHDAY FISTIN'. *sigh* who am I kidding, if I walk into Oh My! at any point in the next couple days I'm walking out with both items.

I also want to beat someone's ass until they cry or safeword. That isn't anything really super new, things have been kinda stressful lately, and we all know what stress does to me. The problem is I've been contending with this intense desire to lay a hurtin' down and I have no outlet for it, and my usual trick of sublimating it into taking a beating myself is just not going to work this time. I want to cause pain and I want it to be okay to like it, damn it.

I need to get my act together and make a date with Cute!Girl. Or at least drop by the candy store and flirt with her. Something! Come on, virtual balls, DESCEND!

Kittyboy's going away on a business trip in a couple days. Needless to say I'm going to shag him stupid at some point before he leaves. And quite possibly after he gets home too.

PORN FOREVER NAU. Even though I should be doing laundry instead. NOPE PORN NOW. Oh goddamn it the cat jumped into my lap. PORN LATER THEN.
switchkitty78: (collar)
A question on the BDSM subreddit (because of COURSE I hang out there) reminded me of this website for the first time in three-ish years.

I've always liked the idea of having a "signature" bit of removable ornamentation - not like a tattoo, but something like a necklace or a wristband that only comes off under certain circumstances, like getting wet. I think this comes from watching the American Queer as Folk and falling utterly in love with Brian Kinney's cowrie shell bracelet that he never ever took off, not for work, sexytimes, or even in the shower. It was kinda one of many things that made that character hot despite the fact that he was usually a douche in the show. (Gale Harold being a tall sexy drink of water didn't hurt none either.) I never finished watching that show, did they ever explain the bracelet? But anyway, I love the idea and always wanted something like that for me, something possibly skirting the line of vanilla street-legal. I've experimented with wearing a few different things over the years, including, much to Kittyboy's discomfiture, a pair of snapped together Spartacus cock rings, but I've always wanted something... I guess a little more substantial?

I like the Elliott Smith style of bracelet on this site and I have it on good authority that they are ridiculously comfortable to the point of "disappearing" on your wrist (as in you cease to feel it) so thinking I might add the mahogany leather two strap version to my wish list, though note to self, I need them to make mine 2cm smaller than the standard size. Curse my dinky little wrists.

On the other hand, I still need a big bottle of slippery stuff and a wahl coil. Damn lack of money. :P Well... it is my birthday in less than a week, maybe I'll splurge just a little...
switchkitty78: (Default)
So we had a bit of stormy weather this weekend (giggle at the understatement) and lost power for a little bit last night. Twice. During the second time, Kittyboy turned to me and was all "Wanna have loud raucous sex?"

Okay it wasn't any more loud and raucous than usual (hey, I'm noisy, especially when Kittyboy's all up my ass and I've adjusted enough to let him fuck me hard back there) but it was worth noting that Kittyboy, following a general upward trend in this department was not in any way shape or form quiet. Was also fun because midway through fucking me, he grabbed the roll of red fetish tape out of the cabinet and bound my wrists with it, which was... hot. (Though there was a moment of hilarity right before.. "What?! It's not sticky! How does it work?" "It *pant* sticks to *pant* itself...")

In other news, I have already decided that for my birthday I'm totally treating myself to a new giant bottle of Slippery Stuff and a new Wahl coil. Sorta considering swearing off masturbation until then especially what with the new job, I come home, jill off, cum hard and fall asleep for like four hours, which is VERY MUCH NOT conducive to getting productive things done in the evening!


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