Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Insta-Reaction Evoking Words

Words are so powerful. They can make you feel amazing (being told you're beautiful) or can cut clean through your chest to your heart (being told you're a bad parent). I recently came across the quote “words have creative power” and I truly believe this. But in my world, they have more than just a creative power. They have the power to immediately elicit a physical response from me.

The word “titties” for example. This makes me feel shy and wet and submissive and slutty. The reason for this is because when Sir uses this word, he wants to see them (via photograph or webcam). And I have to say it's such an instant response, when the word comes up, my hands immediately go to the bottom of my shirt to take it off.

Another word that has an interesting reaction by me is “woman”. Sir uses this word when he's exasperated with me but isn't quite pissed (which doesn't produce a fun reaction. Sir is a pretty intimidating dude. There isn't much on this earth I want to do less than piss him off!) When he calls me woman, I'm not actually in trouble yet, but I'm definitely getting put back in line. And fucking hell, he's good at keeping me in line.  Being called woman by Sir makes me feel so terribly submissive.  It snaps me to attention every time.  Reminds me.

But there's one word Sir said fairly recently that surpasses any other in the reaction department. Everything I try to think of to describe my feelings to it sound hollow or corny; Weep with joy, too much. Drop to my knees instantly, close but not quite. Sort of a gasp, clutch my throat with my hand, pussy soaked, heart skip a beat kind of a feeling. Even this description is paltry compared to my actual feeling. It's like watching all of the Wizard of Oz in black and white. I can't quite describe the colors in Emerald City (haha, green!). But you get the gist.

So what's this huge, powerful, indescribable reaction-evoking word?

Friday, December 7, 2012

Just Breathe

No, this isn't a post about breath control. But I will say that I do love a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my noises and making me gasp a little. Ooh, or around my throat while I'm getting fucked. Or that struggling feeling when deepthroating. Mmm good stuff.

But I digress. What I mean today is that I just need to remember to breathe. I feel like I keep forgetting. And I feel like I might need a paper bag to breathe in (or a crash cart!) available for use tomorrow. I almost can't even write about it. I'm sitting here shaking. It's that simultaneous clenched wet pussy and feeling of total terror gripping my chest that I'm experiencing.

Okay. I'm breathing. I just forgot again. Breathing is good.
I'm so melodramatic sometimes. I do often laugh at myself. I think most people take themselves too seriously.

Speaking of which, this post is actually getting way too serious. The mood is more meant to be that Christmas Eve feeling of anticipation and excitement. I've met a goal. And Sir is rewarding me. And I'm so thrilled. But I'm such a dork. I'm a grown woman who worries about acting like an idiot teenager. With good cause. I have embarrassed myself before.

Almost forgot. All I need to do is breathe. Just breathe. It really does help.
That and good hair makes me calm.  I just got it keratined and I must say, I wish it stayed like this forever.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Sinful Sunday Post-Play Photo Op

 Does this picture paint a thousand words?

Clickedy click and see who else is wordlessly blogging fun into the world this Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly's Daily Kiss.

Sinful Sunday