Nuff said.

‘grins’

Been busy. Just fucking snowed under as usual ….but not too busy to pay tribute to an artist …

Rest in peace you beautiful woman xx

… then I face a demon I ignored for four years.

Dear Fucktard,

You don’t just walk back into our lives and expect to exert your parental rights because of genetics. Being a parent means you step the fuck up and be just that.So far since day one you haven’t done shit. So don’t expect me to be all nice. It ain’t happening.

I will be watching. Your erractic phonecalls mean shit.

I will protect my wee cub with every ounce of me. You can shove your genetic rights up your arse. He is not some toy you pick up off a shelf and play with when you feel like it to discard him again for another four years. This is your one and only chance to prove to me you actually do give a shit.

I have been lenient, I have tried but there is a point after all this time where I have struggled to provide a stable environment for my little dude and you will not fuck that up for him.

Be a man. Step up.

Signed
Mother Wolf

Look what arrived in the mail today …

Well I got over my “Kingdom of Everything Sucks” mood. I think the wind down from being on a break from uni made me start over thinking lots of things and I let things slide and got in a dark mood. Then I got the fuck over it.

It’s been quiet on here but my deviant little mind has been busy and I have ordered two toys from Eden Fantasys that have me rather horny just thinking about them. A ginormous dildo that pumps up because I am a size queen and love uber big dildos hehe. And these weird boob suckage things ….

Yep. I’m a sick little bunny who likes to experiment. Seriously though … fun! Right? ‘blinks’

Apart from that I have been having a wee fantasy about the whole objectification thing. I’m curious as fuck about intense bondage and dolly play right now. It’s been sat in the back of my mind for a long time. I tried some full on rope play the other week and it left me with not very happy muscles and a shitty back, I went and hung upside down at the dungeon on the suspension for a bit and that helped things tremendously.

So I am thinking my curiosity for bondage isn’t so much rope but leather and chains and buckles and masks and things that will disappear me into the land of ‘space cadet’. Sharp and pointies, needles and knives, vampire gloves … love … they make me spacey really quickly. I also found the rope bondage had the same effect but it wasn’t until the next day when looking back on the night I realised I was away with the fairies. So I am thinking being able to get into the whole ‘other self’ whilst in bondage might just be a trip worth taking.

Anyhoo my latest fad is exploring masks …. and making my own … this one was a trial to see how the paints worked …

As usual curious impy is still being insanely curious.