Not the inspiration I wanted

Just read her blog and I remember how I did not exactly trust her.  Well maybe I should not use the word trust.  I'll say, I thought she had motives that she refused to confess, even when confronted.  I never got the answers to my questions but I truly believe that my intuitions were right.  They could be wrong. I don't know.  I am almost tempted to text her and bluntly ask her. Instead, I put my phone down.  No need to rustle feathers.  It is pointless.  Yet still, I have to know if was right.  Just knowing that I read her and the situation correctly.  Again, why in the heck should I care now.  After all of this time, it makes no matter to me.  But it does, because if I didn't care, I wouldn't be thinking or writing about it.  Well at least I am not obsessing over it like I was at first.

But why? Why did I read her blog.  Initially, I thought it would give me some type of inspiration or move me into a direction to write my own blog.  (not what I imagined). Instead, I remembered all of the old feelings and ideas from when her writings were published.  -_-

I was instructed to write a blog but I am not sure what to write about.  I have been so selfish and not sharing my experiences over the past year.  I have a number of experiences that I could  blog but I don't want to share those.  So that leaves me blank.  There are so many things going on right now.  So many things that I am trying to get accomplished.  Top priorities are a promotion at work, find a new residence, and reach for a better quality of life while planning for my future.

Future! What is in the cards for my future?

Random thought

I truly feel the day I had my accident a new person emerged. Better yet, my true self was freed. I worry less, stress less. Focus on things with greater importance versus tripping off dumb shit. Live my life with no worries of criticism and/or judgement. I just have a different perspective and approach situations differently after that day. *reflecting* I'm a better person

Big Red does it Big

I always fantasized about masturbating with a dildo at my desk. I used my hand, a bullet, and a plug but I never took my regular sized dildo to work to fuck myself at my desk. Bathroom dildo fuck, yes. Desk no. :-D I am bad.
As king instructed I took my stockings off at my desk. I admit I was hesitant because I had on colored tights and if one of my colleagues saw me they would have noticed that they were not on. I stood up at my desk and pushed my tights down from the top of my skirt. Sat in my chair and pulled them down and off from underneath my skirt. My panties were already off from when I edged in the bathroom earlier.
I was excited, shy, and blushing like an innocent virgin.
I closed my eyes and imagined Him whispering into my ear as He gave the instructions to "fuck my cunt" over the phone. I slid big red inside inside of me and turned on the clit stimulator. I pushed "big red" in deep so I could feel the bottom. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and I heard my coworker talking. As he talked, his voice became louder and I knew he was coming in my direction.i figured he would walk past me and go to another cubicle but if course he came to see me. Yikes! Thank goodness my lap was covered. Luckily my muscles did not drop or push the dildo onto my floor. He handed me some paper work an advised the client was waiting up front. I old King. i had to go and we burst into laughter. Damn. I don't have on any stockings, panties or shoes. Once he left I pulled the dildo out and hid it. I put my stockings on and made sure no one was watching me when I pulled them up over my ass. Put back on my booties and acted like I wasn't just at my desk fucking my cunt like a good slut.

Text turned blog

I WANT to feel your hands hitting me hard. I WANT to feel you warm my skin with your urine. I don't want this from being disobedient, I want it just because. I want it because i like it. Really I love it and I know you enjoy it as well. I like wondering what you have planned. The excitement. The adrenaline. The fear of not knowing but at the same time knowing I am safe. I love how you hold me afterwards. Stroking my hair and kissing my lips. Smiling and taking pictures of my fiery red ass. :)
Recovering....
I prepare the shower for us and continue to serve you. Washing you. I smile when I clean the areas that would normally be hard for you to reach. I spend a little extra time there. I don't mind taking care of you in that way. It pleases me. Taking care of you in any way. Supporting you. Being there when I can. Not because of any benefits to myself but because I want to. <3 <3

Hungry

Served up the way a King is supposed to be. Feeling you grow in my mouth. The harder you get the wetter Ms Kitty gets. The wetter my mouth gets. Feed me.

I am his and I WILL obey.
There are times when I feel defiant. There are times when I feel sassy. I play and joke but I never want to humiliate him in private or in public. Bottom line I respect him. I listen and digest all that he says to me. Even though sometimes it may seem like I'm not getting it or I missed something. When actually that is not the case.
I know what I am and what I am not. I know what role I have and the ones that I don't. I know that I am his and I know that I will obey.