I had such a fun weekend and walked away a little inspired so I’m not really in a writing mood today

… instead I’m doing some artwork for my walls. You get a sneak preview

Emily the Strange is…

… not your average thirteen year-old-girl. Pink is her worst nightmare…she wears the same black dress every day.

She loves math and science. Her best friends are her four BLACK CATS!

She’s into old rock & punk, but also digs newer bands like My Chemical Romance .

Emily is so anticool she’s cool… a subculture of one, and a follower of no one but herself.

You can go check out her website here

She first started off as a sticker for a skateboard logo if I remember rightly and she’s developed into alot more nowdays,

shirts and other paraphernalia and awesome wee graphic novels and the best part

… apparently there’s a movie in the works for 2010 *squee*.

I had an absolute blast last night and I’m still feeling it lol. I was invited to a dungeon opening this week from a friend but wasn’t sure if I could make it and sorted last minute details Thursday night, so Molten and I rocked on up there last night. Fucking amazing array of gear.

So what happens when you have a lovely, helpful sadistic friend and two brats wandering around in a dungeon loaded with every kinky toy imaginable?

What happens when a certain brat finds a viper tongue and shows the other brat (who happens to be a helpful service top) and says “Wanna try it?” with a grin  ….*squee*  ….and a certain sadistic friend gets itchy fingers and  introduces one to a nice piece of medical tubing? You get a giggling, potty mouthed, bitey Imp being uber nice and letting the two of them have some fun on my thighs and butt. This is the result this morning … welts all over my thighs back and both sides.

( I had my jeans on too) …

I fucking love stingy toys and the viper tongue is most definitely one of the better toys that deliver a nice sharp stinging sensation. I still haven’t had it on bare skin and it would most definitely draw blood if it delivered slaps like it did through jeans last night. The great thing is you can use the damn evil thing with pants on and still get evil marks LOL. It has a tendency to wrap very easily so there’s a bit of skill needed to make sure it lands in the right place and yano Molten and Rogue were only to happy to be helpful. They both had fun delivering some damn good stingy welts and I had fun. Lotsa fun. Rogue got bitten a couple of times *snikker*. He then happened to yano “find”  a nice piece of medical tubing and that had a few swings on my butt too. Between the two implements both delivered a sting that burnt for ages and kept my butt nice and toasty warm. I had a few hands on my ass last night and people freaking out at the heat emitting from my thighs underneath my jeans.

This morning no hurties but a lovely array of pretty welts and marks. I’m starting to feel them a little now when I wriggle in my seat and waiting for the bruising to come out heh.My brain is frazzled, lack of sleep and hazy memories of lots of deviancy going on last night, both Molten and I tried out the suspension set up and both hung upside down by the ankles for a bit. I got spanked, bitten, squished and my butt whipped inbetween loads of giggles and awesome conversation.  I also got to finally meet two very awesome chicks who I’ve met briefly at a couple of previous fetnights and I’ll be catching up with them again at some point. Was good to be able to sit down and relax and chat last night. Very fun night and I crawled home this morning we had coffee’s to kickstart the day.

I’m a wee bit droppy now which I was expecting so I have chocolate and wine and dvd’s to watch so it’ll be a quiet lazy night for me.

Viper tongue = uber cool toy. It’s now an Impy favorite alongside canes lol. That medical tubing ain’t half bad either. We were laughing at the irony of the fact we were stood in a dungeon with every toy imaginable at one’s disposal and we ended up using a piece of freekin medical tubing instead. Kinda funny hehe. Anyways brain is fried so that’s it from me until I’ve had a decent sleep.

(clicky)

She is more than just half my psyche
wild woman is the essence of my soul
She is the strength who carries me
when I need to be carried
She is my fiercely loyal creature
the one who will not let any danger…
be it human or otherwise…
take me from myself
She is the survivor when all else appears lost
She is, in reality, the essence of me…
more giving, a bit more unpredictable,
more sure of herself, and more unique…
She is completely wild and I let her be,
almost sacred, and I seek her out
With one eye open
She watches

I haven’t played with the viper tongue properly yet. I’ve not been well body wise and when  I’m like this I bruise horribly and my body takes alot longer to heal but … I’ve played with it a couple of times with jeans on and fook me. It’s a nasty, wonderful piece of leather. It can wrap rather easily if it doesn’t land in the right place so it’s the kind of toy one needs to be pretty damn accurate with. It’s softened up a little since we’ve all been playing with it and it seems to have developed an even stingier welt now. Velvet had a play with it a couple weeks back on my butt (thank fook I had jeans on) and I ended up pretty much rolling from one side to the other on the bed. Yano to ummm even out the burning sensation … which lasts quite well afterwards. I’m thinking it’s going to be one of those love/hate implements. I like it but I also hate it already. It scares me and at the same time I’m freekin curious. Such is the life of a curious masochist huh? I’m also picking it’ll leave some rather nasty welts on bare skin too.

Some cuffs arrived yesterday from Eden Fantasys and they are basic cuffs, domes and vinyl, nothing flash but I’ll be doing a review on them in the next week or so. Not something I would normally use myself as I have some leather ones I made a while back and they are much more suited to heavier restraint play than these ones would be. The other toy I have to review is a personal massager and I swear I couldn’t keep a straight face when I sat down and started fiddling with this one. The vibration is strong but it’s freekin possessed. The battery spins itself around when on (you can see straight through the casing) and it won’t take rechargables which kinda sucks. And to top it off the connection thingies are rather iffy so every now and then when I move the damn thing it turns itself off lol. I can wave it around like a magic buzzing wand that magically stops and starts *grin*.  I’ll have to do a video blog it’s that damn funneh. And worst of all it’s pink … bleargh. But I shall write an honest review on both products and link them here.

I caught up with a few people from the local scene over the weekend and yano I’m at the point where I am happy to go along to local events on ocassion but I am so not fucking interested in all the damn politics and dramas that go on. For some asshated reason because I have a Kiwi Kink group on Fetlife alot of people stupidly assumed I was involved in the local scene to a deep extent. It’s been rather bloody amusing and at the same time fucking annoying. I love chatting to people, making new friendships and perving at local events but I don’t want anything more than that when it comes to social shit. I sit back amused at what goes on and at the same time a little flabbergasted at all the freekin drama. NZ is a very small community, it’s like the whole six degrees of separation thing. Everyone knows someone else and along with that I hear all about the bad eggs, the predators and the idiots. Some days I think it would make a damn funny book. For a small country and a small community it can be insanely silly. It makes for an ever decreasing group of people I trust. Some of the fucking shit I read has me sat there going WTF?!?!?!

Which brings me to the next point. I read something else today that got my brain ticking in overdrive. Is BDSM a need or a desire for you?

Seriously everyone automatically jumped in and said it’s a NEED.

Needs are categorised as food, water, shelter, yano the basics. So can one say BDSM is actually a need? I’m not going to die without it ever again.

But, I get an itch and until that itch is sated it knaws away at me like a ticking time bomb. I get cranky and irritable. In reality it’s a need for me. But, I can still breathe and function without it. A need in the sense that I don’t actually think there is one day since I started down this road where something kinky hasn’t crossed my mind. A need, because I know what makes me tick well and has me in a good headspace and function better overall. A need because without it in a relationship I turn bitchy and miserable, I hate having control. Grab my hair, bite me, fuck me silly, smack my ass, tie me up and do sadistic things to me and I melt. Although sometimes I may hate you and want to kill you at the time … I generally love it. Lots of things I am still mulling over but on the other side of the coin if it’s not there I carry on. I still function like a normal human being and get on with things.  Some days I crave release and I don’t know how to do that for myself. The itch that needs scratching. Right now I’m not too itchy but tomorrow is another day. I may well wake up and be all miserable and cranky.

So conclusion?

I have an itch that needs to be scratched every now and then or I turn into she-bitch. Heh. Yes it’s a need.

Kink iz gud.