The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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I need worked over.

Beaten, fucked, eaten, pinched, paddled, fisted, tugged, used and abused until every inch of me is sore and purple and my cheeks stained with tears.
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I'd help out if I could...
I am so. fucking. tired. of. my. feet. hurting. :mad:
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I'd help you out if I could, too - though in a much different way than I'd help wenchie...
I really think this week's goings on have made me more miserable than I realised.
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No, I don't need a "real strong man" to make me feel like a "real" woman. And guess what else, dude, I've dated some badass butches who could bench press you, then twist you up like a pretzel.

K, done.
 
Okay, that's enough, thank you very much.

A big wad of cash fell out of my pocket somewhere on my trip.

My phone is AWOL and I think I may have run over it with the car.

I have lost more valuables this week than any other 5-day period, ever.

:mad:
 
Thanks guys.

I just realised last night I was actually a bit depressed. All the signed were there, it took me a bit to work it out!

You can't have a possibly future-altering conversation and then not be able to talk for a week. That sucks!

I am glad you feel better.
 
I am glad you feel better.

Half way to getting there is working out that you feel like crap I think! :)

I had a bit of comfort food last night, and today is Friday, so it can't be all bad. Then tomorrow I'm taking my new car to visit my family. That should be good.
 
Half way to getting there is working out that you feel like crap I think! :)

I had a bit of comfort food last night, and today is Friday, so it can't be all bad. Then tomorrow I'm taking my new car to visit my family. That should be good.

I agree.

Maybe eating comfort food in your new car would help, as well. Wait. That would just make it not-new.
 
Okay, that's enough, thank you very much.

A big wad of cash fell out of my pocket somewhere on my trip.

My phone is AWOL and I think I may have run over it with the car.

I have lost more valuables this week than any other 5-day period, ever.

:mad:
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“But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.”
-Paulo Coelho

No matter how much it sucks at the time, in the long term it is better to know what we're fight for - to know what it really is that we want. Kind of an emotional version of forewarned is forearmed. At least that's what I keep telling myself.;)

Thanks guys.

I just realised last night I was actually a bit depressed. All the signed were there, it took me a bit to work it out!

You can't have a possibly future-altering conversation and then not be able to talk for a week. That sucks!
It's good to hear that you're on the upswing and that you've found a happy moment to aim toward. That's good.

And lack of contact for a week sucks all on its own, but lack of contact for a week after a major conversation... You are a better woman than me, Lizzie. :kiss:
I agree.

Maybe eating comfort food in your new car would help, as well. Wait. That would just make it not-new.
*snort*
 
The empty filing cabinet next to my desk at works makes me wish I had one with human sized drawers so that I can thumb through cute little subbies to pull out at enjoy during coffee breaks or have them kneel under my desk as I work.

Which makes me wonder what filing system I'd have them under..... hmmmmm.
 
The empty filing cabinet next to my desk at works makes me wish I had one with human sized drawers so that I can thumb through cute little subbies to pull out at enjoy during coffee breaks or have them kneel under my desk as I work.

Which makes me wonder what filing system I'd have them under..... hmmmmm.
Dave! Dood, where ya been?
 
The empty filing cabinet next to my desk at works makes me wish I had one with human sized drawers so that I can thumb through cute little subbies to pull out at enjoy during coffee breaks or have them kneel under my desk as I work.

Which makes me wonder what filing system I'd have them under..... hmmmmm.

Long time, no see! Did'ja get distracted by some hot little sub or something equally fun?

At least I hope it was something fun...
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I WANT A TATTOO!

(Seriously though. I want a tattoo. Like... Now. Though I imagine that the endorphin rush that I'm craving wouldn't be nearly so good as I'm remembering. Sort of like going from a Hershey bar to a Euphoria truffle and then back. It kind of ruins you. :rolleyes:)
 
my tits feel huge right now.
OH! NIPPLE PIERCINGS! I bet that would be an awesome endorphin rush! Especially if I told them not to go way fast when they do it!

I hope your boobage feels better soon, though. Or at least you find someone to take advantage of the heightened state of said boobage.
 
I miss the total submission. Terribly. And I keep getting the joneses for playing, but it isn't playing that I want. I mean I do, but that's not the driving force. The driving force, the craving that feels like it's driving me nuts, is to submit.

I miss giving up the control, letting someone else be in charge. I miss the way that submission allows me to breath. The comfort and stillness. I miss the peace and feeling of completion that comes from serving and the excitement and drive to please.

I miss the way my heart races when I'm given the looks that only a Dominant can manage when looking at their submissive and I miss the way my heart melts when I'm summoned to sit or lay at my PYL's feet. I miss the frustrated thrill of struggling to submitting to sensations that drive me nuts and the physical pleasure of taking more and more pain - especially pain that's so very hard to take. I miss the challenge of proving my worth as a submissive and the relief of retaining it even when the challenge is only in my head.

I miss the soothing feel of fingers in my hair and the electric feeling that makes my heart stutter when that spot on my neck is bitten and then soothed with a kiss. I miss the way my abdomen tightens when I hear words growled softly in my ear. I miss the nervous thrill of a kiss that settles into the light hearted floating sensation before it swoops and makes my tummy drop in excitement.

I miss the soothing touch of a hand against heated skin, the feel of calloused fingertips playing with the sensitive skin between my legs. I miss the feeling of being safely caged between my PYL's body and the wall, the warmth, the flowing and meshing of the energy, the excitement radiates off them as they let the sadism direct their actions. I miss the jolt of submissive power when I've discovered that I've aroused them. And I miss that soft, quiet, complete relief of knowing I've please them and helped fulfill their needs when it's done.

Tonight I just miss...

:(
 
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