With it being Christmas time, the past few weeks have been Christmas Party season! Well more just the past week for me, as I had two parties in three days.
Last Wednesday it was time for me to play arm candy at J’s work party. J’s work “do” is usually a fairly formal affair – black tie and evening gown type of thing – due to the type of company he works for, and due to the fact that it’s one of the few times of the year that everybody gets together in one place as very few of them are office based, and most are usually “out and about”.
We had a good time though, especially as it’s always a lot of fun for me to try and find the perfect blend of classiness and slutiness. Both J and myself like trying to find that blend for me, as it’s important that I show J in a positive light at business functions and don’t do anything to show him up. But it’s also important for our relationship that even while maintaining that classy front, I keep my slutty edge. J relishes in the knowledge that as many men are looking at me as possible, and the dirtier their thoughts about me the better! I wore the traditional “little black dress” for J’s work party, good cleavage on show, very short and tight, with black seamed stockings and ultimate high heels of course, what else is there for the classy yet slutty look?! And I felt a lot of wanting looks coming my way as I chatted away to everybody in my unsubtle way of subtly flirting, whilst doing my best to give everybody a better view of my legs or boobs! All whilst smiling my oblivious smile and pretending I wasn’t doing a thing!
I know, I’m an attention seeking hussy, but what are you gonna do!!?? lol
My Christmas Party two days later on the Friday was a completely different affair altogether though. The employees at my work are more diverse, and we don’t require any classiness – a proper party bunch are we!!!
Unfortunately for various reasons, J couldn’t attend my work party, which was probably best anyway as very few partners ended up attending so he may have been a little left out.
And let me tell you, I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten as drunk as I got on Friday, or if I have, it’s been a few years anyway. I remember some of my antics clearly, I only vaguely recall some of my other behaviour, and the rest, well the rest I don’t remember at all!!
One of the things I don’t remember at all but I was told I did, was that I apparently told one of the guys I work with (well he works in a different department but is in the same general office as me), all about a dirty dream I had about them the week before. I don’t know exactly what I said, but I did have that dream and if I went in to any kind of detail about what happened in that dream, then it would have been VERY embarrassing for both of us! Not to mention he is very much the shy and quiet type!
Things I have a very blurred memory of is the over the top (and probably very inappropriate) flirting I did with everybody. I had a very sexy little red dress on and I started the night horny and playful, and every drink I had just seemed to double that feeling for me, so I spent most of the night all over everybody, hugging them, sitting on their laps, dancing very provocatively with them and/or around them, rubbing myself up against their crotches in a very sexual way when dancing, pushing my boobs or ass at them, and I remember kissing two of them, and I’m pretty sure I had a very raunchy dance and kiss with a guy who didn’t work with us, as it was one of those parties where you book a few tables at a multi-company Christmas Party.
And I haven’t even got to the best and/or worst part yet!!
Toward the end of the night I ended up in a toilet stall in the gents bathroom with a guy I work pretty closely with. We’ve always got along great, had a flirty friendship, with pretty good sexual chemistry, but now with us both in a complete drunken state, and me in my “playful” mood, a kiss and a grope on the dancefloor somehow ended up going a little further. After we giggled and kissed our way into the gents, walking right past at least three guys in the bathroom without seeming to care, we locked the stall door, we carried on kissing and our clothes got a little dishevelled. We didn’t go all the way, after about a minute of “mutual masturbation” of his hand being inside my panties, and my hand reciprocating with his cock, he was ready to cum, and in a split second decision, I thought “shit, I don’t want him to cum all over my dress”, dropped to my knees and got there just in time to get his cock in my mouth as he came. I sucked and swallowed and it was just then that I realised what I’d done – that I’d just cheated on J! I said something along the lines of “oh my God, we shouldn’t have done this!” before getting out of there.
I left the party soon after, got home, J was home by this point as he’d been travelling home from his business trip that evening, and I just broke down and cried and told him all about what had happened. He just held me and told me it was okay and that he wasn’t mad about what happened, and that he loved me. It was important to me to hear those words from him.
We spoke more detailed about it on Saturday, and he was very clear that the only punishable offence was that I didn’t ask his permission first, which we have begun the punishment for. But our lengthy talk was more about our wonderings around “involving others” in our sexual relationship, which has been a longstanding conversation topic, as mentioned in previous blogs. We spoke about why I did what I did and how the topic of sex with others and “opening” our relationship had been playing on my mind. We spoke about how it made me feel, which initially was very exciting and thrilling before the overwhelming guilt kicked in. And we spoke about the guy involved, and what I felt about him, and how we were going to deal with the awkwardness of that side of things. There’s lots of questions there really – how is what happened going to affect our working relationship and friendship? How do we approach each other to discuss what happened, or do we just ignore it? Can he and I forget it ever happened and move on? And a question J posed to me – is he someone I may want to see again more openly if we could arrange it? Luckily I haven’t seen him since, as he’s on holiday until next week, so I won’t see him until work on Tuesday, giving me more time to think about everything.
It’s all very confusing to be honest and I’m going to need to think about it long and hard. The last question intrigues me a lot, but could I confess to him all about how my relationship with J works? Would he be interested? Would he be freaked out? Do I even have the balls to broach the subject with him? Do I even have the balls to face him next Tuesday? I don’t know! I really don’t know!
The only thing I do know is that I am so grateful that nobody else at work has any idea about the incident in the gents that night and that it is a secret between me and the guy involved, and nobody else at work. It’s been an embarrassing enough few days at work this week already with everybody’s Christmas Party antics. Luckily I wasn’t the only one who got drunk and acted like an idiot / drunken hussy. Well maybe it was mainly me on the drunken hussy part!! Lol. After about a dozen or so quiet apologies for my behaviour to everybody this week, I think it’s all water under the bridge now.
I’d love to hear anybody’s views, thoughts, or perspective on this blog and the situations I have found myself in. I always appreciate the feedback and comments you guys send to me, and it inspires me to keep posting, so please keep them coming in, and if you’re a long term reader but have never commented or e-mailed me before, then please feel free to do so, even just to say hi – you know it’s only polite!!! Lol My e-mail address as always is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk
I’m also interested in hearing your views and opinions on what you want me to write about in this blog – what have been your favourite blogs? What do you want me to expand upon? Is there a blog you want to read a sequel/update to? Are there any questions you want to ask me (to be answered privately or in a future blog)? Tell me your views as I want to make this your blog as well as mine!! :-)
This is probably my last blog of 2008, so I just want to say Merry Christmas everybody, and I wish you all every happiness for the New Year.
Lots of Love
Blogslut xx
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Is chivalry dead?
Let me set the scene – it’s a cold, dreary, frosty Monday morning. I’m on my way to work in my less than perfect little car, I hear a loud rumbling from one of my front wheels and realise my tyre has gone flat. I’m on a motorway exit with nowhere to pull over, so I just slow down, pull over into the innermost lane, get off the motorway, travel on about quarter of a mile until I get to the first little side road, turn into it, and then have to expertly do a reverse parallel park into the only available gap to get out of the middle of the road.
My tyre needs changing – I’m a girl so it’s not something I would do as standard, especially as I’m smartly dressed for work and everything. But I can’t find the telephone number for my breakdown recovery service, and I’m miles away from the area where my regular garage is, which is the only number I have to hand.
So I decide I’ll just give it a go anyway, I have changed a tyre before, so I do know what to do. So I get out my jack and my wheel nut turner thingy (that’s the technical term lol), and start changing my wheel, which is pretty difficult in a short skirt and high heels. And I get flustered and struggle to get my wheel nuts off and everything.
And whilst I’m doing all of this, which takes 15+ minutes, several people walk past me, many of them guys, many of them clearly “checking me out”, two of them even whistling at me as they walked by. And moving on from just pedestrians, several cars passed as well, one of them driven by a guy who shouted a sexual remark out of the window, but none of these stopped to help either.
So here I am, a damsel in distress, and not one person offered to help. Now I consider myself to be a fairly pretty girl, and I was dressed well in my very high heels, a sexy business suit with a skirt that was well above the knee, and black stockings. You’d have thought someone would have been nice enough to stop and offer assistance, even if their real intention was just to spend ten minutes hitting on me.
To be honest, when I started changing my wheel, I knew I should be able to do it, providing the nuts weren’t on too tight, but I really wasn’t expecting to have to. I wouldn’t have started it if I didn’t think I could finish it, even if I wasn’t expecting to have to finish it. But I was sure a kind gentleman in passing would stop, I’d flutter my eye lashes, flash him a smile, he’d do all the hard work, and maybe I’d treat him to a sneaky glimpse of my stocking tops as I climbed back into my car, just as a little thank you treat to make it worth his while. So to all the guys who did just walk on by – that’s what you missed!!
It makes me wonder, is chivalry dead? Or am I just so indulged in my own self obsession that I’ve become too accustomed to using my femininity to get what I want from men? Who knows, but all I know is that after Monday morning, my faith in the human race was a little depleted!
A question to all you guys – would you help a damsel in distress change their car tyre? Have you ever helped a damsel in distress? And what would be the deciding factor if you walked or drove past somebody as to whether you’d stop and assist or carry on by?
Answers on a postcard to… lol
My tyre needs changing – I’m a girl so it’s not something I would do as standard, especially as I’m smartly dressed for work and everything. But I can’t find the telephone number for my breakdown recovery service, and I’m miles away from the area where my regular garage is, which is the only number I have to hand.
So I decide I’ll just give it a go anyway, I have changed a tyre before, so I do know what to do. So I get out my jack and my wheel nut turner thingy (that’s the technical term lol), and start changing my wheel, which is pretty difficult in a short skirt and high heels. And I get flustered and struggle to get my wheel nuts off and everything.
And whilst I’m doing all of this, which takes 15+ minutes, several people walk past me, many of them guys, many of them clearly “checking me out”, two of them even whistling at me as they walked by. And moving on from just pedestrians, several cars passed as well, one of them driven by a guy who shouted a sexual remark out of the window, but none of these stopped to help either.
So here I am, a damsel in distress, and not one person offered to help. Now I consider myself to be a fairly pretty girl, and I was dressed well in my very high heels, a sexy business suit with a skirt that was well above the knee, and black stockings. You’d have thought someone would have been nice enough to stop and offer assistance, even if their real intention was just to spend ten minutes hitting on me.
To be honest, when I started changing my wheel, I knew I should be able to do it, providing the nuts weren’t on too tight, but I really wasn’t expecting to have to. I wouldn’t have started it if I didn’t think I could finish it, even if I wasn’t expecting to have to finish it. But I was sure a kind gentleman in passing would stop, I’d flutter my eye lashes, flash him a smile, he’d do all the hard work, and maybe I’d treat him to a sneaky glimpse of my stocking tops as I climbed back into my car, just as a little thank you treat to make it worth his while. So to all the guys who did just walk on by – that’s what you missed!!
It makes me wonder, is chivalry dead? Or am I just so indulged in my own self obsession that I’ve become too accustomed to using my femininity to get what I want from men? Who knows, but all I know is that after Monday morning, my faith in the human race was a little depleted!
A question to all you guys – would you help a damsel in distress change their car tyre? Have you ever helped a damsel in distress? And what would be the deciding factor if you walked or drove past somebody as to whether you’d stop and assist or carry on by?
Answers on a postcard to… lol
Friday, 14 November 2008
Monday, 10 November 2008
An interesting week
Well a couple of weeks ago, J decided we should try out a new kind of task for the week, something we’ve not really done before, and after some deliberation and reading up on his part, he decided on something that, although it isn’t completely new territory, we’ve never done anything like this on this scale before.
The task was this: every morning for that week, J would take a black marker pen, and give me a temporary tattoo of sorts. He would write a dirty, crude, or even downright disgusting word or phrase somewhere on my body. Each day for the week he would write a different word or phrase on me, in a different place on my body. A word of his choice, a place on my body of his choice. The stipulation put on me was that, although I was allowed to wash, shower, and bathe as normal, I wasn’t allowed to go out of my way to try and scrub any of the words off my body. The idea of this was that the “temporary tattoos” would fade during the week, but at the end of the week I would still have all of them, just at different scales of fresh to faded.
So this blog is just about how this task went, and the challenges I faced during it.
On the Monday morning, J wrote the words “dirty bitch” above and around the nipple of my left breast. This one wasn’t really in a place that there was much chance of accidentally flashing, so it was a fairly easy start to the week, in spite of the crude wording!
On the Tuesday morning, he wrote the word “slut” quite small on my right ankle. I actually really loved this one, it was small and discreet, but still with the opportunity to be seen, it sat literally right on the cusp of where my shoe stops and my ankle starts. I found this particular one to be very erotic, and it is definitely one that I would happily do again. This one faded quicker than the others though due to my shoe rubbing it a little. I did however have to go bare-legged on Tuesday for the extra thrill of it being seen without the obstacle of stockings or hosiery to obstruct.
On Wednesday, I had “cock lover” written on my inner thigh. For the discreet little personal message that is pretty much spot on in it’s accuracy, this one was possibly my favourite of the week, or at least in a tie with Tuesday’s.
Thursdays “temporary tattoo” was a little more low-brow and cruder than the others, as I had the words “Insert Cock Here” and an arrow pointing downwards written on my very lower back. And to avoid answering the question, yes, J did write that one on me whilst we were in the throws of having anal sex that morning! The problems I encountered with this one was that I wore a skirt and top combo on the Thursday, and if I bent down at all, my skirt waistband would dip down a little, my top would ride up a little, and I was very self conscious that you may be able to see it. Luckily J did write it very low on my back, and the word Insert was written above the words Cock Here, so it was fairly well hidden, with the top of the word “Insert” being the most that I think was ever inadvertently on display for brief moments.
And on Friday the positioning got a little more risqué, with the words “cum whore” written on the back of my neck, which despite it being covered by my hair (which is a couple of inches below my shoulder in length), still offered the risk of being seen as my hair moves around, especially as I have a tendency to play with my hair quite a lot!
Friday also had the added factor of me still having all the other days words written on me, even if some were in a slightly faded state. Mondays and Tuesdays were both very faded by this point, but Wednesday’s and Thursday’s were still pretty much in their full glory, and Fridays was obviously still fresh. The thrill of the embarrassment factor was only then enhanced by J’s choice of outfit for me for Friday. A black figure hugging top, that despite being opaque at the front, is completely sheer at the back, which just gave even more chance for the lower back wording especially to make a public appearance. No bra was worn so my nipples stood out against the thin material of the top, as well as it being very clear I wasn’t wearing a bra because no strap was visible through the see-through back of my top. Add to this a short skirt, and slingback shoes to reveal the remnants of my slut ankle “tattoo”, although I was wearing stockings, so it wouldn’t have really been visible unless you had binoculars focussed on my feet or something!
That Friday was actually also Hallowe’en, so we went out with me (nearly) wearing a slutty witches outfit with a lot of flesh on show.
And just when I thought it was all over, as we’d agreed it would be a Monday to Friday thing, the rules were changed to add a sixth and final day to the task on the Saturday. I was at college all day that day, and I was dressed fairly casually so it didn’t make much of a difference, but just to finish it off in style, he wrote “blow job queen” on my stomach just above my belly button, literally just before I left, as I was wearing a quite short “baby” t-shirt.
That one was really just to rile me up though, as he knows I hate it when he calls me his blow job queen! Don’t get me wrong, I have no issue with the connotation, it’s just that the word queen makes me sound old!! I much prefer it when he calls me his cock-sucking princess! A much more apt title when I’ve only just turned 26!! lol
Anyway, that’s about it for today, I’m hoping to have another blog written and posted before the week is out, but before then…I have a little challenge for the readers of this blog now, as I like to challenge you all sometimes!!
So please send us some e-mails as we want some interactivity on this topic! Send us an e-mail, and tell us what words or phrases you would have written on my body if you were in J’s position. Or tell us what part of my body you would have written it on. Or both! Also, we’d like to hear about anybody else’s experiences of a similar nature. It’s the usual e-mail address of blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk, and also as usual, if you put the word “Master” somewhere in the subject box, it will be filtered to J’s folder and I won’t read it unless he lets me. Otherwise, it will go to the main inbox and will most likely be picked up by me.
Take care everybody, and I look forward to getting some e-mails from you all soon!! All e-mails are replied to, I promise!! :-)
Love Blogslut xx
The task was this: every morning for that week, J would take a black marker pen, and give me a temporary tattoo of sorts. He would write a dirty, crude, or even downright disgusting word or phrase somewhere on my body. Each day for the week he would write a different word or phrase on me, in a different place on my body. A word of his choice, a place on my body of his choice. The stipulation put on me was that, although I was allowed to wash, shower, and bathe as normal, I wasn’t allowed to go out of my way to try and scrub any of the words off my body. The idea of this was that the “temporary tattoos” would fade during the week, but at the end of the week I would still have all of them, just at different scales of fresh to faded.
So this blog is just about how this task went, and the challenges I faced during it.
On the Monday morning, J wrote the words “dirty bitch” above and around the nipple of my left breast. This one wasn’t really in a place that there was much chance of accidentally flashing, so it was a fairly easy start to the week, in spite of the crude wording!
On the Tuesday morning, he wrote the word “slut” quite small on my right ankle. I actually really loved this one, it was small and discreet, but still with the opportunity to be seen, it sat literally right on the cusp of where my shoe stops and my ankle starts. I found this particular one to be very erotic, and it is definitely one that I would happily do again. This one faded quicker than the others though due to my shoe rubbing it a little. I did however have to go bare-legged on Tuesday for the extra thrill of it being seen without the obstacle of stockings or hosiery to obstruct.
On Wednesday, I had “cock lover” written on my inner thigh. For the discreet little personal message that is pretty much spot on in it’s accuracy, this one was possibly my favourite of the week, or at least in a tie with Tuesday’s.
Thursdays “temporary tattoo” was a little more low-brow and cruder than the others, as I had the words “Insert Cock Here” and an arrow pointing downwards written on my very lower back. And to avoid answering the question, yes, J did write that one on me whilst we were in the throws of having anal sex that morning! The problems I encountered with this one was that I wore a skirt and top combo on the Thursday, and if I bent down at all, my skirt waistband would dip down a little, my top would ride up a little, and I was very self conscious that you may be able to see it. Luckily J did write it very low on my back, and the word Insert was written above the words Cock Here, so it was fairly well hidden, with the top of the word “Insert” being the most that I think was ever inadvertently on display for brief moments.
And on Friday the positioning got a little more risqué, with the words “cum whore” written on the back of my neck, which despite it being covered by my hair (which is a couple of inches below my shoulder in length), still offered the risk of being seen as my hair moves around, especially as I have a tendency to play with my hair quite a lot!
Friday also had the added factor of me still having all the other days words written on me, even if some were in a slightly faded state. Mondays and Tuesdays were both very faded by this point, but Wednesday’s and Thursday’s were still pretty much in their full glory, and Fridays was obviously still fresh. The thrill of the embarrassment factor was only then enhanced by J’s choice of outfit for me for Friday. A black figure hugging top, that despite being opaque at the front, is completely sheer at the back, which just gave even more chance for the lower back wording especially to make a public appearance. No bra was worn so my nipples stood out against the thin material of the top, as well as it being very clear I wasn’t wearing a bra because no strap was visible through the see-through back of my top. Add to this a short skirt, and slingback shoes to reveal the remnants of my slut ankle “tattoo”, although I was wearing stockings, so it wouldn’t have really been visible unless you had binoculars focussed on my feet or something!
That Friday was actually also Hallowe’en, so we went out with me (nearly) wearing a slutty witches outfit with a lot of flesh on show.
And just when I thought it was all over, as we’d agreed it would be a Monday to Friday thing, the rules were changed to add a sixth and final day to the task on the Saturday. I was at college all day that day, and I was dressed fairly casually so it didn’t make much of a difference, but just to finish it off in style, he wrote “blow job queen” on my stomach just above my belly button, literally just before I left, as I was wearing a quite short “baby” t-shirt.
That one was really just to rile me up though, as he knows I hate it when he calls me his blow job queen! Don’t get me wrong, I have no issue with the connotation, it’s just that the word queen makes me sound old!! I much prefer it when he calls me his cock-sucking princess! A much more apt title when I’ve only just turned 26!! lol
Anyway, that’s about it for today, I’m hoping to have another blog written and posted before the week is out, but before then…I have a little challenge for the readers of this blog now, as I like to challenge you all sometimes!!
So please send us some e-mails as we want some interactivity on this topic! Send us an e-mail, and tell us what words or phrases you would have written on my body if you were in J’s position. Or tell us what part of my body you would have written it on. Or both! Also, we’d like to hear about anybody else’s experiences of a similar nature. It’s the usual e-mail address of blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk, and also as usual, if you put the word “Master” somewhere in the subject box, it will be filtered to J’s folder and I won’t read it unless he lets me. Otherwise, it will go to the main inbox and will most likely be picked up by me.
Take care everybody, and I look forward to getting some e-mails from you all soon!! All e-mails are replied to, I promise!! :-)
Love Blogslut xx
Friday, 10 October 2008
Birthday Word Games
It’s my birthday today, a whole 26 years old!
For my birthday week challenge this week, J told me to ask 20 people for three words that best describe me, and to blog about it today, on my birthday.
The idea of the challenge was to encourage myself to seek the opinions of others, and to expose myself to how others view me, and overall to see how I feel about what others see in me, and then to share those feelings. The other main task point was to vary the people who I asked the opinions of, from family, to friends, to work colleagues, to people who I chat to via e-mail but have never met, and even to people who I know, but not overly closely – acquaintances if you will. And this is what I did – I asked my mum, my dad, my brother, other family members, old friends, new friends, e-mail friends, some of the people I work with either directly or indirectly, and even some of J’s friends – basically, whoever I could find that I could cajole into getting some answers from! lol
So this is what I have spent my week doing, and today’s blog is to go through some of the most chosen words, or the words I just liked the best, just to put them down on paper (or a computer screen), and to see how I feel about being described as these words. It’s generally supposed to be an upbeat blog, and as it’s my birthday, it’s supposed to make me smile and treasure the role I have in the lives of others!! In other words, it’s all about me, Me, ME!!! Hehe
Fun / Outgoing
This was one of the most popular words, and better yet, was varied throughout all the types of people I asked. From family, to friends, to work colleagues, and even one of J’s friends. Most people said “fun”, but my mum called me “outgoing”. I think it all means generally the same thing though and is describing my life-loving nature.
Flirt / Flirty / Flirtatious / Tart
This was also a popular observation of me, the difference here was who these words came from. It was popular with work colleagues, and J’s friends in particular, but shockingly nobody in my family described me as this!! Lol.
This is a very true observation of me, I’m always flirting – I don’t always consider it flirting, I just think it’s my expression of being friendly. I’ve included the word “Tart” in this section as well, as it was a girl at work who used this word to describe me, and I know she meant it in this fashion, as every time I come off a flirtatious work phone call, she will jokingly say “you’re such a tart!” And it is so true! lol
Friendly / Friend
The word “friend” I think was aimed more at me being a good friend to those close to me, whereas the word “friendly” I think describes me as chatty, personable, and often falling into the flirty category above. There are much worse things to be called then friendly though, so I’m pretty happy that a wide range of people see me this way.
Intelligent / Smart / Educated / Articulate
A whopping 7 people out of the 18 that actually gave me answers used one of these words, and again it was from all different types of people. Intelligent, Smart, and Educated are words I’m happy to have used to describe me – I think they suit me, I think well on my feet, I like to learn new things, and overall I’m pretty smart. Two people who have mainly e-mail contact with me used the word “Articulate”. That’s a good word, I like it! Intelligence is often portrayed in different ways through different contact medium. I believe articulation is the sign of intelligence for the written word, hence it’s inclusion here. Three years at Uni getting my English degree well spent, I say!! lol
Blonde
I’m not quite sure if people just struggled and used my hair colour as a descriptive word for me, or if they meant “blonde” as in a bit ditzy. Either way, fair points, I’m both blonde, and “blonde”! lol
Loyal / Honest / Trusting / Trustworthy
Most of these words came from close friends and family. I don’t feel I need to elaborate on these, it’s just nice that those closest to me appreciate these qualities in me.
Geek
My brother and my best friend both called me a geek! That probably says a lot as they’re two of the people who know the deep down completely at ease me! I really can’t argue with this one at all, and I’m also not offended in the slightest, I can be a bit of a geek!
Foxy leggy blonde
A work colleague used her three words in a three word phrase. And I think I like the thought of being “foxy”! lol
Very very fuckable
A work colleague texted me his three words he’d use to describe me – very, very fuckable!! Technically just one word with a couple of very’s tagged in front of it, and I don’t quite know what to make of that coming from a work colleague, but hey, it’s actually the three words that made me smile the most!!
And a few others…
J said I was “slutty” – fair point coming from him. I got a couple of people who said “gorgeous” – well, I can’t deny that!! Hehe. One of J’s closer friends who knows all about our lifestyle referred to me as a “Tease”, which again is fine in the context, as J likes me to tease and flirt with the chosen few friends that are within our D/s circle and we can be open with. My dad said I was “Perfect”, but he would say that. One of J’s friends said I was “crazy” for lowering my standards to J (lol). A guy from work who I talk to (and flirt outrageously with) on the phone nearly every day but have never actually met described me as “helpful” as well as friendly (said with a chuckle, so I think he meant flirty as well), and sweet. And last but not least, an e-mail friend of mine described me as “Alluring”, which was also a very nice word that brought a smile to my face.
So, has this exercise been a worthwhile one? Well, it’s been very positive, I’ve found out the types of personality traits most people see in me, and they’ve been very good on the whole, and it gave me something to keep my mind occupied, and gave me a good topic to write a blog on. So yes, I think it’s been a worthwhile experience for the week, and I hope I didn’t bug too many people to get them to give me some answers!!
If anybody else wants to have a go at this challenge with their friends and family, then feel free, and let me know the outcome!!
As always, if anybody wants to e-mail me direct with comments, or just to chat, then please do, on e-mail address blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk
Take care, and speak to you all again soon!
For my birthday week challenge this week, J told me to ask 20 people for three words that best describe me, and to blog about it today, on my birthday.
The idea of the challenge was to encourage myself to seek the opinions of others, and to expose myself to how others view me, and overall to see how I feel about what others see in me, and then to share those feelings. The other main task point was to vary the people who I asked the opinions of, from family, to friends, to work colleagues, to people who I chat to via e-mail but have never met, and even to people who I know, but not overly closely – acquaintances if you will. And this is what I did – I asked my mum, my dad, my brother, other family members, old friends, new friends, e-mail friends, some of the people I work with either directly or indirectly, and even some of J’s friends – basically, whoever I could find that I could cajole into getting some answers from! lol
So this is what I have spent my week doing, and today’s blog is to go through some of the most chosen words, or the words I just liked the best, just to put them down on paper (or a computer screen), and to see how I feel about being described as these words. It’s generally supposed to be an upbeat blog, and as it’s my birthday, it’s supposed to make me smile and treasure the role I have in the lives of others!! In other words, it’s all about me, Me, ME!!! Hehe
Fun / Outgoing
This was one of the most popular words, and better yet, was varied throughout all the types of people I asked. From family, to friends, to work colleagues, and even one of J’s friends. Most people said “fun”, but my mum called me “outgoing”. I think it all means generally the same thing though and is describing my life-loving nature.
Flirt / Flirty / Flirtatious / Tart
This was also a popular observation of me, the difference here was who these words came from. It was popular with work colleagues, and J’s friends in particular, but shockingly nobody in my family described me as this!! Lol.
This is a very true observation of me, I’m always flirting – I don’t always consider it flirting, I just think it’s my expression of being friendly. I’ve included the word “Tart” in this section as well, as it was a girl at work who used this word to describe me, and I know she meant it in this fashion, as every time I come off a flirtatious work phone call, she will jokingly say “you’re such a tart!” And it is so true! lol
Friendly / Friend
The word “friend” I think was aimed more at me being a good friend to those close to me, whereas the word “friendly” I think describes me as chatty, personable, and often falling into the flirty category above. There are much worse things to be called then friendly though, so I’m pretty happy that a wide range of people see me this way.
Intelligent / Smart / Educated / Articulate
A whopping 7 people out of the 18 that actually gave me answers used one of these words, and again it was from all different types of people. Intelligent, Smart, and Educated are words I’m happy to have used to describe me – I think they suit me, I think well on my feet, I like to learn new things, and overall I’m pretty smart. Two people who have mainly e-mail contact with me used the word “Articulate”. That’s a good word, I like it! Intelligence is often portrayed in different ways through different contact medium. I believe articulation is the sign of intelligence for the written word, hence it’s inclusion here. Three years at Uni getting my English degree well spent, I say!! lol
Blonde
I’m not quite sure if people just struggled and used my hair colour as a descriptive word for me, or if they meant “blonde” as in a bit ditzy. Either way, fair points, I’m both blonde, and “blonde”! lol
Loyal / Honest / Trusting / Trustworthy
Most of these words came from close friends and family. I don’t feel I need to elaborate on these, it’s just nice that those closest to me appreciate these qualities in me.
Geek
My brother and my best friend both called me a geek! That probably says a lot as they’re two of the people who know the deep down completely at ease me! I really can’t argue with this one at all, and I’m also not offended in the slightest, I can be a bit of a geek!
Foxy leggy blonde
A work colleague used her three words in a three word phrase. And I think I like the thought of being “foxy”! lol
Very very fuckable
A work colleague texted me his three words he’d use to describe me – very, very fuckable!! Technically just one word with a couple of very’s tagged in front of it, and I don’t quite know what to make of that coming from a work colleague, but hey, it’s actually the three words that made me smile the most!!
And a few others…
J said I was “slutty” – fair point coming from him. I got a couple of people who said “gorgeous” – well, I can’t deny that!! Hehe. One of J’s closer friends who knows all about our lifestyle referred to me as a “Tease”, which again is fine in the context, as J likes me to tease and flirt with the chosen few friends that are within our D/s circle and we can be open with. My dad said I was “Perfect”, but he would say that. One of J’s friends said I was “crazy” for lowering my standards to J (lol). A guy from work who I talk to (and flirt outrageously with) on the phone nearly every day but have never actually met described me as “helpful” as well as friendly (said with a chuckle, so I think he meant flirty as well), and sweet. And last but not least, an e-mail friend of mine described me as “Alluring”, which was also a very nice word that brought a smile to my face.
So, has this exercise been a worthwhile one? Well, it’s been very positive, I’ve found out the types of personality traits most people see in me, and they’ve been very good on the whole, and it gave me something to keep my mind occupied, and gave me a good topic to write a blog on. So yes, I think it’s been a worthwhile experience for the week, and I hope I didn’t bug too many people to get them to give me some answers!!
If anybody else wants to have a go at this challenge with their friends and family, then feel free, and let me know the outcome!!
As always, if anybody wants to e-mail me direct with comments, or just to chat, then please do, on e-mail address blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk
Take care, and speak to you all again soon!
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
Holidays
I’ve recently come back from my second holiday in as many months.
It’s not as glamorous as it sounds though – we went for a 5 day break to my old stomping ground in South Wales back in August, which was combined with a work meeting for J, and us visiting some of my family, but we did get a few days to ourselves.
And a couple of weeks ago we went off to Ireland. My first visit to the Emerald Isle, and we had a good time. We were about an hour south of Dublin, staying in a sweet (and tiny) little cottage. The weather started off a bit rainy, but brightened up later in the week and we got a few very nice days towards the end of the week we were there.
I was asked by an e-mail friends what my favourite moment and favourite sexual moment of my holiday was, and these are generally the answers.
We spent one afternoon at a lovely beach; we just walked up and down it in the water as the tide was just starting to come in, and we let my two dogs have a run around and explore. That was possibly my favourite highlight of the trip. It’s just something that’s nice to do when the weather is nice, and something that is a bit of a rarity to get the opportunity to do, and I always love to see my dogs running around with big smiles on their faces and their tongues flapping wildly in the wind, just enjoying themselves. I really do love my dogs, so nothing makes me happier than to see them having a great time.
We also had a few nice meals out in some quaint Irish pubs, drove around a bit and saw lots of countryside and went to a few touristy places, such as Bru na Boinne, and even Dublin Zoo.
It wasn’t a holiday where sex was a top priority – it was more a relaxing escape from the hectic city life. Not that we didn’t have sex, but we didn’t do anything overly special or outrageous. Especially as we had the dogs in the car with us when we went out most of the time, and the cottage was very small to have any true alone time. No mad passion on the floor unless you wanted the dogs to add their unwanted licks to the occasion or hear them whine at the door if you locked them out of the room!! I took a few sexy undergarments with me to set the right mood in the bedroom though, and we had a little play on the grassy bank in the garden one early evening – some kissing and some fondling, and the loosening or removal of a few items of clothing, and he got a long, slow, tantalising blow job out there. That was probably the sexual highlight in an "out of the ordinary" type of way, but generally I just enjoyed the time we got to spend making love in bed, away from the normality of home, and without any neighbours to worry about disturbing!
But we had a very nice time, and a fairly relaxing time, although you forget about that fairly quickly when you get home!
I hope everybody reading this is well, and hopefully you’ve enjoyed some good holidays this year too! And hopefully my blogging will resume a more frequent schedule in the coming months.
It’s not as glamorous as it sounds though – we went for a 5 day break to my old stomping ground in South Wales back in August, which was combined with a work meeting for J, and us visiting some of my family, but we did get a few days to ourselves.
And a couple of weeks ago we went off to Ireland. My first visit to the Emerald Isle, and we had a good time. We were about an hour south of Dublin, staying in a sweet (and tiny) little cottage. The weather started off a bit rainy, but brightened up later in the week and we got a few very nice days towards the end of the week we were there.
I was asked by an e-mail friends what my favourite moment and favourite sexual moment of my holiday was, and these are generally the answers.
We spent one afternoon at a lovely beach; we just walked up and down it in the water as the tide was just starting to come in, and we let my two dogs have a run around and explore. That was possibly my favourite highlight of the trip. It’s just something that’s nice to do when the weather is nice, and something that is a bit of a rarity to get the opportunity to do, and I always love to see my dogs running around with big smiles on their faces and their tongues flapping wildly in the wind, just enjoying themselves. I really do love my dogs, so nothing makes me happier than to see them having a great time.
We also had a few nice meals out in some quaint Irish pubs, drove around a bit and saw lots of countryside and went to a few touristy places, such as Bru na Boinne, and even Dublin Zoo.
It wasn’t a holiday where sex was a top priority – it was more a relaxing escape from the hectic city life. Not that we didn’t have sex, but we didn’t do anything overly special or outrageous. Especially as we had the dogs in the car with us when we went out most of the time, and the cottage was very small to have any true alone time. No mad passion on the floor unless you wanted the dogs to add their unwanted licks to the occasion or hear them whine at the door if you locked them out of the room!! I took a few sexy undergarments with me to set the right mood in the bedroom though, and we had a little play on the grassy bank in the garden one early evening – some kissing and some fondling, and the loosening or removal of a few items of clothing, and he got a long, slow, tantalising blow job out there. That was probably the sexual highlight in an "out of the ordinary" type of way, but generally I just enjoyed the time we got to spend making love in bed, away from the normality of home, and without any neighbours to worry about disturbing!
But we had a very nice time, and a fairly relaxing time, although you forget about that fairly quickly when you get home!
I hope everybody reading this is well, and hopefully you’ve enjoyed some good holidays this year too! And hopefully my blogging will resume a more frequent schedule in the coming months.
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
Embarrassment and Humiliation...
Hello everybody - long time no blog!!
In some recent e-mail exchanges I’ve had, I’ve been discussing the topic of embarrassment and/or humiliation, in particular relating to slutty attire and make up, such as short skirts, revealing outfits, high heels, and slutty make-up etc. I was asked how embarrassed I was being requested to wear slutty outfits or overly revealing clothes in public. As my answer ended up being a long-winded affair that was worthy of a blog entry, and as I haven’t posted a blog entry for a while, I thought I would edit/expand my answer a bit, and post it on here for all to read… so here it is…
To answer that I need to give a bit of a back story.
I wouldn’t go as far as saying my “normal” unaided attire was “slutty”, but I’ve never been one for ankle length skirts and high necked jumpers. I’ve worn high heels on a regular basis since I was about 19 (I’m 25 now), probably starting off with 3-4” heels, then moving up to the 4” heel being the standard, and now with J’s pushing, I’m more at 4-5” heels. I probably wear 5” heels at least 2-3 days a week nowadays. I also have two pairs of 6” heels, which are worn much more sporadically and are definitely “special occasion” shoes.
As for skirts – most of my skirts are above the knee, many being a good few inches above the knee, so short skirts aren’t new to me. I have no problem showing a bit of cleavage and I never have. And I’m also an avid stocking wearer, which is a rarity today, especially in the twenty-something generation. I started wearing stockings very occasionally at about 18-19 when I first dipped my toes into the D/s waters, and it grew from there. I enjoyed the sexiness and classiness I felt in them, any Dom boyfriends I had encouraged it, online D/s chatting encouraged it, just regular guys and boyfriends liked it too, so it just grew and grew until I wore them at least 3-4 days a week. Since meeting J it has grown even further to the point where he threw away the few pairs of tights (pantyhose) I still had left, and now I either wear stockings, or go bare-legged.
The point of this back story is that with most of the clothes I wear there is a good chance I would have chosen them myself even if I hadn’t been told to wear them. Especially as my boundaries have lowered even further since meeting J. Maybe I wouldn’t have chosen them two years ago, as early in our relationship when the D/s aspect was really taking shape, he set stricter rules for my clothing – so I’d wear clothes that I felt were too revealing for work, or for going out or whatever the case may have been. This is something that did cause me embarrassment and humiliation at the time. I remember a few times I cried in my car on the way to work or some other fairly conservative event, as I sat there wondering what people would think about me with my cleavage on display, a short skirt that I had to keep yanking on to keep my stocking tops covered when sitting down, and extra high heels that just accentuated my legs and how short my skirt was. That started off as total embarrassment until I really embraced the fact that I actually looked quite sexy, and started to enjoy the attention a bit more, and found out that with the right positive attitude, people accept you for the person you are, no matter how short your skirt is!
So I’ve developed to the point where what used to be humiliating isn’t anymore. But that doesn’t take anything away from it – you could say J has had a hand in moulding me into what he wanted his subslut to be, and you can definitely say that what once was humiliation and embarrassment, is now “control”, which is overall a more satisfying, loving, and trusting point to be at in a relationship.
I don’t dress like that everyday though, we’ve found that it would take the specialness away from it and take the excitement out of it. Occasionally I’ll do a full week of it, but generally we downplay it – I may wear more conservative outfits for most of the week, or just add a “touch of slut” as we like to call it; such as a knee length skirt with a split, a tight figure hugging top, with stockings, sexy underwear, and 5” heels. Then when I go sluttier for that 1 or 2 days, it has a bigger impact.
It also doesn’t mean that the attempts to embarrass me have stopped – he just has to try harder and push me further to get the same results. It’s still a little embarrassing to get the stares and glares, but you get used to them, and then for him to keep that same embarrassment for that odd day out here and there, maybe an evening out, a shopping trip, or the weekly supermarket trip, the skirt gets shorter (perhaps struggling to cover the stocking tops), the heels get higher (6” perhaps), the top becomes more revealing, items of underwear may disappear, or the stockings become a bit more eye-catching. I still have issues wearing seamed stockings with very short skirts, so he keeps going back to that one for embarrassment purposes. Seamed fishnets are even more slutty, so too are black stockings with a red seam. I have bright pink stockings that cause extra looks in my direction, and the most embarrassing stockings I can wear are light coloured ones with a darker seam, such as “natural” stockings with a black contrast seam. I still get very embarrassed from the attention I get from those, even with a knee length skirt, so imagine the added embarrassment of wearing them with a shorter skirt!
And there’s make-up – that is still a boundary for me. I prefer minimal make-up in natural colours. So the bright red lips, finger nails and toe nails that J likes still gets to me. Add in heavier blusher (or rouge as I think a lot of countries in the world call it), eye shadow, and eye-liner, and that really makes me look slutty and embarrasses me. I like to look “gorgeous”, “stunning”, “fuckable”, but I don’t want to be looked at like a cheap slut. That is how you really embarrass me.
So there are definitely still ways to embarrass me in public! And we can’t forget the sluttiness of colour co-ordinating either – an all black outfit, with bright red shoes is a simple example of getting extra sluttiness out of an outfit and turning more peoples heads.
And not forgetting, the biggest challenge of all in these “embarrassment tasks” is of course hiding your embarrassment. If I’m out with Master J, the last thing I want is to look like I’m really embarrassed and uncomfortable, thus possibly giving people a poor impression of him from seeing him out with somebody who is seemingly shy, unconfident and uncomfortable, or having people look down on him/us and our chosen lifestyle by having it a little too in your face, or even, God forbid, have people become confrontational if it looks like I’m being forced to do things against my will. It is the downside of public tasks – I don’t want to portray a detrimental society to the younger generation. I won’t even swear within earshot of children as I don’t want them to pick any bad habits from me. I want to show younger girls how to be confident and feel sexy in themselves, being who they are. I don’t want to show them that they have to be something they’re not to please society. That’s just my obscure view of the world anyway!
I hope this “cobbled together” blog has been enjoyable to you, my loyal and appreciated readers.
As usual, all feedback, comments, and questions are always welcome – you can comment on these blog pages, or you can e-mail me/us direct on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk (as always, e-mails with the word “master” anywhere in the subject box will go to my kind and loving Master J, and I won’t read them, otherwise more often than now I will read and reply. I do reply to all e-mails as quickly as possible – in busier times or when I get lots of e-mails, it may take a week or two though, so I apologise in advance (or in retrospect to anybody who has e-mailed me recently who hasn’t got a reply yet) for my tardiness.
Love
Blogslut xx
In some recent e-mail exchanges I’ve had, I’ve been discussing the topic of embarrassment and/or humiliation, in particular relating to slutty attire and make up, such as short skirts, revealing outfits, high heels, and slutty make-up etc. I was asked how embarrassed I was being requested to wear slutty outfits or overly revealing clothes in public. As my answer ended up being a long-winded affair that was worthy of a blog entry, and as I haven’t posted a blog entry for a while, I thought I would edit/expand my answer a bit, and post it on here for all to read… so here it is…
To answer that I need to give a bit of a back story.
I wouldn’t go as far as saying my “normal” unaided attire was “slutty”, but I’ve never been one for ankle length skirts and high necked jumpers. I’ve worn high heels on a regular basis since I was about 19 (I’m 25 now), probably starting off with 3-4” heels, then moving up to the 4” heel being the standard, and now with J’s pushing, I’m more at 4-5” heels. I probably wear 5” heels at least 2-3 days a week nowadays. I also have two pairs of 6” heels, which are worn much more sporadically and are definitely “special occasion” shoes.
As for skirts – most of my skirts are above the knee, many being a good few inches above the knee, so short skirts aren’t new to me. I have no problem showing a bit of cleavage and I never have. And I’m also an avid stocking wearer, which is a rarity today, especially in the twenty-something generation. I started wearing stockings very occasionally at about 18-19 when I first dipped my toes into the D/s waters, and it grew from there. I enjoyed the sexiness and classiness I felt in them, any Dom boyfriends I had encouraged it, online D/s chatting encouraged it, just regular guys and boyfriends liked it too, so it just grew and grew until I wore them at least 3-4 days a week. Since meeting J it has grown even further to the point where he threw away the few pairs of tights (pantyhose) I still had left, and now I either wear stockings, or go bare-legged.
The point of this back story is that with most of the clothes I wear there is a good chance I would have chosen them myself even if I hadn’t been told to wear them. Especially as my boundaries have lowered even further since meeting J. Maybe I wouldn’t have chosen them two years ago, as early in our relationship when the D/s aspect was really taking shape, he set stricter rules for my clothing – so I’d wear clothes that I felt were too revealing for work, or for going out or whatever the case may have been. This is something that did cause me embarrassment and humiliation at the time. I remember a few times I cried in my car on the way to work or some other fairly conservative event, as I sat there wondering what people would think about me with my cleavage on display, a short skirt that I had to keep yanking on to keep my stocking tops covered when sitting down, and extra high heels that just accentuated my legs and how short my skirt was. That started off as total embarrassment until I really embraced the fact that I actually looked quite sexy, and started to enjoy the attention a bit more, and found out that with the right positive attitude, people accept you for the person you are, no matter how short your skirt is!
So I’ve developed to the point where what used to be humiliating isn’t anymore. But that doesn’t take anything away from it – you could say J has had a hand in moulding me into what he wanted his subslut to be, and you can definitely say that what once was humiliation and embarrassment, is now “control”, which is overall a more satisfying, loving, and trusting point to be at in a relationship.
I don’t dress like that everyday though, we’ve found that it would take the specialness away from it and take the excitement out of it. Occasionally I’ll do a full week of it, but generally we downplay it – I may wear more conservative outfits for most of the week, or just add a “touch of slut” as we like to call it; such as a knee length skirt with a split, a tight figure hugging top, with stockings, sexy underwear, and 5” heels. Then when I go sluttier for that 1 or 2 days, it has a bigger impact.
It also doesn’t mean that the attempts to embarrass me have stopped – he just has to try harder and push me further to get the same results. It’s still a little embarrassing to get the stares and glares, but you get used to them, and then for him to keep that same embarrassment for that odd day out here and there, maybe an evening out, a shopping trip, or the weekly supermarket trip, the skirt gets shorter (perhaps struggling to cover the stocking tops), the heels get higher (6” perhaps), the top becomes more revealing, items of underwear may disappear, or the stockings become a bit more eye-catching. I still have issues wearing seamed stockings with very short skirts, so he keeps going back to that one for embarrassment purposes. Seamed fishnets are even more slutty, so too are black stockings with a red seam. I have bright pink stockings that cause extra looks in my direction, and the most embarrassing stockings I can wear are light coloured ones with a darker seam, such as “natural” stockings with a black contrast seam. I still get very embarrassed from the attention I get from those, even with a knee length skirt, so imagine the added embarrassment of wearing them with a shorter skirt!
And there’s make-up – that is still a boundary for me. I prefer minimal make-up in natural colours. So the bright red lips, finger nails and toe nails that J likes still gets to me. Add in heavier blusher (or rouge as I think a lot of countries in the world call it), eye shadow, and eye-liner, and that really makes me look slutty and embarrasses me. I like to look “gorgeous”, “stunning”, “fuckable”, but I don’t want to be looked at like a cheap slut. That is how you really embarrass me.
So there are definitely still ways to embarrass me in public! And we can’t forget the sluttiness of colour co-ordinating either – an all black outfit, with bright red shoes is a simple example of getting extra sluttiness out of an outfit and turning more peoples heads.
And not forgetting, the biggest challenge of all in these “embarrassment tasks” is of course hiding your embarrassment. If I’m out with Master J, the last thing I want is to look like I’m really embarrassed and uncomfortable, thus possibly giving people a poor impression of him from seeing him out with somebody who is seemingly shy, unconfident and uncomfortable, or having people look down on him/us and our chosen lifestyle by having it a little too in your face, or even, God forbid, have people become confrontational if it looks like I’m being forced to do things against my will. It is the downside of public tasks – I don’t want to portray a detrimental society to the younger generation. I won’t even swear within earshot of children as I don’t want them to pick any bad habits from me. I want to show younger girls how to be confident and feel sexy in themselves, being who they are. I don’t want to show them that they have to be something they’re not to please society. That’s just my obscure view of the world anyway!
I hope this “cobbled together” blog has been enjoyable to you, my loyal and appreciated readers.
As usual, all feedback, comments, and questions are always welcome – you can comment on these blog pages, or you can e-mail me/us direct on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk (as always, e-mails with the word “master” anywhere in the subject box will go to my kind and loving Master J, and I won’t read them, otherwise more often than now I will read and reply. I do reply to all e-mails as quickly as possible – in busier times or when I get lots of e-mails, it may take a week or two though, so I apologise in advance (or in retrospect to anybody who has e-mailed me recently who hasn’t got a reply yet) for my tardiness.
Love
Blogslut xx
Thursday, 12 June 2008
The Promiscuous Reputation
Over the years, in various places, I have been known to garnish a reputation of promiscuity – aka, people think I’m a slut! Part of me doesn’t mind the reputation, after all, what does it matter what other people think of me? The other part of me has always hated the reputation though, more so on the basis that I don’t believe it to be true!! I guess I could probably take it if it were true, but like I said, part of me hates the fact people may think of me like that when it isn’t true.
Am I “sexually adventurous”? Yes, very much so, I’ll try anything at least once. Does that make me a slut? Okay, a little bit yes on that one, but in the good way (a bedroom go getter), not the bad way, and it certainly doesn’t make me promiscuous, which is the common association with slutiness.
Am I a bit of a flirt and a tease? More than a bit most probably, but yes, I very much am. But once again, even with all the slutty connotations that go with that, one of those connotations ISN’T promiscuity.
So how do all these promiscuous rumours start?
I’m in a relationship with a guy, I show a willingness to give, and a skill at giving, blow jobs. He tells his friend of this. This friend tells another friend that I’m a slut.
I’m in another relationship with a different guy, we try anal sex. He tells his friend of this. This friend tells another friend that I’m a slut.
Like I said, all of that makes me sexually adventurous, it doesn’t necessarily make me a slut, and it certainly doesn’t make me promiscuous, which is what people think when they hear the word slut.
In my entire life, I’ve had full sex with 19 guys. A high number for a 25 year old? Perhaps you could say that, but I don’t think so in this day and age!
And I can honestly say that 15 of these have officially had boyfriend status by the time they got into my underwear, and kept boyfriend status for at least a while afterwards as well. Only 2 can be categorized in the “one night stand” section of my conquest book. 1 was a multiple partner experience with a previous Dom boyfriend (yes, I know that doesn’t help the “I’m not a slut” argument!), and the final 1 to take me up to that figure of 19, well… that one was complicated!!
So as you can see this certainly disproves any theory of me being a slut who jumps from one guys bed to the next. But I’ll be the first to admit that it fully proves that I did have a tendancy to jump from one relationship to another, and although I had some degree of feelings for each of my boyfriends, some were well short of love.
So if you want to jump into bed with me and never see me again, the answer is a big NO!
But if you want to go to dinner and a movie with me on a regular basis for a couple of months or more and see what feelings develop, then sure, I’ll have sex with you!
So I've come to the conclusion, based on the connotations of promiscuity that people get from the word "slut", then I’m not a sex slut, I’m a relationship slut!!
Am I “sexually adventurous”? Yes, very much so, I’ll try anything at least once. Does that make me a slut? Okay, a little bit yes on that one, but in the good way (a bedroom go getter), not the bad way, and it certainly doesn’t make me promiscuous, which is the common association with slutiness.
Am I a bit of a flirt and a tease? More than a bit most probably, but yes, I very much am. But once again, even with all the slutty connotations that go with that, one of those connotations ISN’T promiscuity.
So how do all these promiscuous rumours start?
I’m in a relationship with a guy, I show a willingness to give, and a skill at giving, blow jobs. He tells his friend of this. This friend tells another friend that I’m a slut.
I’m in another relationship with a different guy, we try anal sex. He tells his friend of this. This friend tells another friend that I’m a slut.
Like I said, all of that makes me sexually adventurous, it doesn’t necessarily make me a slut, and it certainly doesn’t make me promiscuous, which is what people think when they hear the word slut.
In my entire life, I’ve had full sex with 19 guys. A high number for a 25 year old? Perhaps you could say that, but I don’t think so in this day and age!
And I can honestly say that 15 of these have officially had boyfriend status by the time they got into my underwear, and kept boyfriend status for at least a while afterwards as well. Only 2 can be categorized in the “one night stand” section of my conquest book. 1 was a multiple partner experience with a previous Dom boyfriend (yes, I know that doesn’t help the “I’m not a slut” argument!), and the final 1 to take me up to that figure of 19, well… that one was complicated!!
So as you can see this certainly disproves any theory of me being a slut who jumps from one guys bed to the next. But I’ll be the first to admit that it fully proves that I did have a tendancy to jump from one relationship to another, and although I had some degree of feelings for each of my boyfriends, some were well short of love.
So if you want to jump into bed with me and never see me again, the answer is a big NO!
But if you want to go to dinner and a movie with me on a regular basis for a couple of months or more and see what feelings develop, then sure, I’ll have sex with you!
So I've come to the conclusion, based on the connotations of promiscuity that people get from the word "slut", then I’m not a sex slut, I’m a relationship slut!!
Monday, 19 May 2008
The jog-blog
This is a bit off topic from my regular posts, but it’s something I felt like sharing, just because it was on my mind.
I’ve recently taken up jogging.
And I’m loving it - the freedom of it just being me and the road is an amazing experience.
I’ve taken it up because I can’t get to my gym as often anymore as I moved further away from it, and I’m still within my contract period, so can’t get out of it to go somewhere else just yet.
And that’s quite a big deal for me – I’m quite the gym bunny. Not “all that I think about, go there every night” type of gym bunny, but the kind that enjoys hitting the treadmill, the exercise bikes, or taking a class or two a couple of times a week to just burn off the week and de-stress myself a little bit.
Anybody who knows me away from the tinterweb world or the bdsm world knows how important that is for me. To keep my body in shape, look after myself, feel healthy and vibrant and be happy in myself. It’s part of what makes me, me!
I was building up my jogging days, when I started 6 weeks ago I only went once a week. But now, last week I hit the streets on three mornings out of seven, for 4 miles each time
I’m shocked by my discipline and how quickly I’ve taken to it, I’m not a big morning person, but I’ve been up at about 5 a.m. every time and out the house before half five every time. And it’s been refreshing. I thought I’d be tired and not want to do it, if I were taking a bet on myself back 6 weeks ago when I started, I would have betted that I’d not make it through the month.
But I’ve proved myself wrong, I’m still going strong, and have really started to develop a love for it. Is love too strong a word? Mutual non-hate maybe? lol
It's certainly a good stress reliever anyway, after a jog and a shower, I feel so much better about starting a brand new day.I even took one of my dogs with me one time last week. I’m not sure she enjoyed it that much, but she didn’t mind it either. She enjoys running with her long lanky legs, but it was a struggle for us to find a pace we could both agree on, I wanted to go quite slowly, she decided she wanted to sprint and then stop, sprint and then stop, sprint and then stop.
She’s still a puppy for all intents and purposes though, so I thought it would be a good exercise for her to practice her loose-lead walking/cantering (or walking to heel as it is sometimes known) – which she’s been struggling with so far.
Anyway, it went okay, but I don’t think it will be a regular activity that she’ll be joining mommy on!! She’s just not disciplined enough to stick to my 7 minute mile targets!! Instead she chooses to stop for pee-breaks, or shrubbery sniffing distractions, or decides to turn around and try and run the opposite way to follow a random stranger that happens to be passing.
I will teach her discipline and focus, I will, I will, I will… or at least I will try!!
2009 London Marathon – here I come… perhaps!! Lol :-)
I’ve recently taken up jogging.
And I’m loving it - the freedom of it just being me and the road is an amazing experience.
I’ve taken it up because I can’t get to my gym as often anymore as I moved further away from it, and I’m still within my contract period, so can’t get out of it to go somewhere else just yet.
And that’s quite a big deal for me – I’m quite the gym bunny. Not “all that I think about, go there every night” type of gym bunny, but the kind that enjoys hitting the treadmill, the exercise bikes, or taking a class or two a couple of times a week to just burn off the week and de-stress myself a little bit.
Anybody who knows me away from the tinterweb world or the bdsm world knows how important that is for me. To keep my body in shape, look after myself, feel healthy and vibrant and be happy in myself. It’s part of what makes me, me!
I was building up my jogging days, when I started 6 weeks ago I only went once a week. But now, last week I hit the streets on three mornings out of seven, for 4 miles each time
I’m shocked by my discipline and how quickly I’ve taken to it, I’m not a big morning person, but I’ve been up at about 5 a.m. every time and out the house before half five every time. And it’s been refreshing. I thought I’d be tired and not want to do it, if I were taking a bet on myself back 6 weeks ago when I started, I would have betted that I’d not make it through the month.
But I’ve proved myself wrong, I’m still going strong, and have really started to develop a love for it. Is love too strong a word? Mutual non-hate maybe? lol
It's certainly a good stress reliever anyway, after a jog and a shower, I feel so much better about starting a brand new day.I even took one of my dogs with me one time last week. I’m not sure she enjoyed it that much, but she didn’t mind it either. She enjoys running with her long lanky legs, but it was a struggle for us to find a pace we could both agree on, I wanted to go quite slowly, she decided she wanted to sprint and then stop, sprint and then stop, sprint and then stop.
She’s still a puppy for all intents and purposes though, so I thought it would be a good exercise for her to practice her loose-lead walking/cantering (or walking to heel as it is sometimes known) – which she’s been struggling with so far.
Anyway, it went okay, but I don’t think it will be a regular activity that she’ll be joining mommy on!! She’s just not disciplined enough to stick to my 7 minute mile targets!! Instead she chooses to stop for pee-breaks, or shrubbery sniffing distractions, or decides to turn around and try and run the opposite way to follow a random stranger that happens to be passing.
I will teach her discipline and focus, I will, I will, I will… or at least I will try!!
2009 London Marathon – here I come… perhaps!! Lol :-)
Wednesday, 14 May 2008
The driving license pic..
I’m pretty happy today.
This morning I got my new drivers licence in the post – back from my former hometown people at the dvla.
I’ve been driving for a few years now, so I’m not excited because I get to drive now. I’m just excited that I finally got to change my license pic, and it doesn’t look horrible… in fact, I look pretty damn good on it!!
For those not in the UK, or for those who just don’t know about UK driving licences – we have a photocard license with our pic on, and our name and address, date of birth, and driving allowances/disallowances details.
Previously, the pic on my license was still the picture I had taken for my provisional (learners permit) license, which I originally got when I was 18. As every so often I’d have to change some details, or upgrade it to my full license, but I just kept the same picture.
I wouldn’t say it was a horrible picture, in fact when I first had it done I thought it was quite good. But I quickly realised it wasn’t. Maybe that morning several years ago after a heavy night on the town wasn’t the best time to go to the photo-booth, but it was the moment I chose nevertheless. Especially when my license came through and what was a pretty bad picture became a REALLY bad picture after scanning and processing, or whatever the dvla did to it… perhaps replaced it with the picture of somebody less attractive??
Well, anyway, after years of a bad license pic, I finally got around to sending them a new one. I had to send my license off to them anyway to get my address changed after my recent move, so I took the opportunity to pay the extra fee and get them to change my picture.
And it was a really good picture. It took me five photo booth attempts, and hours of practicing my smile in the mirror, so I wouldn’t look like a non-smiling misery guts, but at the same time wouldn’t look like I’d swallowed a bottle of happy pills and end up with a picture that is more smile than face. But I got there in the end, my hair was practically perfect, my make-up was just right, and I got the all important shot I was after.
But I still worried. After the dvla got their mits on it, and scanned and processed it – or replaced it with the picture of someone slightly less attractive – what would it turn out like.
I finally found out today, and I can breathe a sigh of relief. It was pretty good. Not quite as good as it looked a few weeks ago, fresh out of the photo booth printing machine, but definitely something I can brandish as ID without hiding my head in shame!
And yes – I know I’m sooo vain!! Lol :-)
This morning I got my new drivers licence in the post – back from my former hometown people at the dvla.
I’ve been driving for a few years now, so I’m not excited because I get to drive now. I’m just excited that I finally got to change my license pic, and it doesn’t look horrible… in fact, I look pretty damn good on it!!
For those not in the UK, or for those who just don’t know about UK driving licences – we have a photocard license with our pic on, and our name and address, date of birth, and driving allowances/disallowances details.
Previously, the pic on my license was still the picture I had taken for my provisional (learners permit) license, which I originally got when I was 18. As every so often I’d have to change some details, or upgrade it to my full license, but I just kept the same picture.
I wouldn’t say it was a horrible picture, in fact when I first had it done I thought it was quite good. But I quickly realised it wasn’t. Maybe that morning several years ago after a heavy night on the town wasn’t the best time to go to the photo-booth, but it was the moment I chose nevertheless. Especially when my license came through and what was a pretty bad picture became a REALLY bad picture after scanning and processing, or whatever the dvla did to it… perhaps replaced it with the picture of somebody less attractive??
Well, anyway, after years of a bad license pic, I finally got around to sending them a new one. I had to send my license off to them anyway to get my address changed after my recent move, so I took the opportunity to pay the extra fee and get them to change my picture.
And it was a really good picture. It took me five photo booth attempts, and hours of practicing my smile in the mirror, so I wouldn’t look like a non-smiling misery guts, but at the same time wouldn’t look like I’d swallowed a bottle of happy pills and end up with a picture that is more smile than face. But I got there in the end, my hair was practically perfect, my make-up was just right, and I got the all important shot I was after.
But I still worried. After the dvla got their mits on it, and scanned and processed it – or replaced it with the picture of someone slightly less attractive – what would it turn out like.
I finally found out today, and I can breathe a sigh of relief. It was pretty good. Not quite as good as it looked a few weeks ago, fresh out of the photo booth printing machine, but definitely something I can brandish as ID without hiding my head in shame!
And yes – I know I’m sooo vain!! Lol :-)
Monday, 14 April 2008
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
What exactly is 24/7...
So we got through our first week living together without killing each other – that’s gotta be a good thing, don’t you think?
To be honest I think J’s found it harder adjusting to living with my two dogs than he has to living with me – but hey, we’re a package deal, so he’ll have to get used to it! They’re not big dogs, just small ones, but one’s a grumpy old soul that I got from an animal shelter 4 years ago – he really is grumpy, he lies around and grumbles to himself most of the time – and the other one is nearly 6 months old, so she’s still in her mad puppy phase and loves sprinting around aimlessly and trying to chew on peoples noses. Lol.
Anyway, moving in with J got me thinking about the whole 24/7 D/s thing, and what it really means. Several people have commented to me about moving in together helping to develop the 24/7 aspect of our relationship, and I wonder if some people, especially those not heavily involved in “the scene” really understand what that means.
I must admit, 5-7 years ago, when I was a real bdsm newbie, I didn’t understand what it meant. I thought 24/7 meant slave. Walk around all day with a collar and chain, doing all the chores and any other task requested, completely losing yourself and your identity in the process. (Not saying that’s a bad thing if that’s what you’re into or what you want!!).
And on one hand, I guess it is.
However, I’d like to think that on some level, and to some degree, I’m a 24/7 submissive, and that’s not me at all. So there must be a different side to it.
And I think there is – when I dress in the morning, I dress with J’s approval in mind, this is one part of our relationship that has and will be improved by the living situation, as now I can actually get his approval almost every day. And I like doing little random things throughout the day to please him or bring a smile to his face, or just make his life easier, whether it be making him some lunch, tidying something up so it doesn’t get in his way, or just fluffing his pillow before he gets into bed to make it more comfortable for him. These little things show that I’m always in submissive mode in one form or another, which I think makes me a little bit 24/7, even if I’m not always on my knees with my head bowed down awaiting my next order.
Having said all of that, what I have found, not only since I moved in, but before that during our 18 months together, is that I’m not expected to be a doormat and to do everything all the time. J loves to cook, he likes doing his share of cooking the evening meals, and he’ll even bring me a delicious breakfast in bed sometimes, for no reason whatsoever. He even washes the dishes, or cleans the oven, and the various other horrible tasks that life thrusts upon us.
I’m not a house-slave, and our relationship is on a fairly even keel on things like this. Does this mean we’re not 24/7, or does it mean we’re a new kind of 24/7? Or does it just mean we’re a couple of crazy kids in love, who want to make the other happy, no matter what type of relationship we’re in, but we just so happen to be a D/s couple?
It just begs the question, what is 24/7, or is there even a definition for it? Or maybe we shouldn’t try and pigeon-hole ourselves and just be the best person we can be – be ourselves, be unique, be original!!
That’s all from me for today, except for reminding you all that we are contactable by e-mail as well as through our blog comments etc, so if anyone wants to drop either myself, J, or both of us a line, just to say hello, make a private comment, or just to chat about common interests etc, then please feel free, the address is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk
Bye for now, take care. Blogslut xx
To be honest I think J’s found it harder adjusting to living with my two dogs than he has to living with me – but hey, we’re a package deal, so he’ll have to get used to it! They’re not big dogs, just small ones, but one’s a grumpy old soul that I got from an animal shelter 4 years ago – he really is grumpy, he lies around and grumbles to himself most of the time – and the other one is nearly 6 months old, so she’s still in her mad puppy phase and loves sprinting around aimlessly and trying to chew on peoples noses. Lol.
Anyway, moving in with J got me thinking about the whole 24/7 D/s thing, and what it really means. Several people have commented to me about moving in together helping to develop the 24/7 aspect of our relationship, and I wonder if some people, especially those not heavily involved in “the scene” really understand what that means.
I must admit, 5-7 years ago, when I was a real bdsm newbie, I didn’t understand what it meant. I thought 24/7 meant slave. Walk around all day with a collar and chain, doing all the chores and any other task requested, completely losing yourself and your identity in the process. (Not saying that’s a bad thing if that’s what you’re into or what you want!!).
And on one hand, I guess it is.
However, I’d like to think that on some level, and to some degree, I’m a 24/7 submissive, and that’s not me at all. So there must be a different side to it.
And I think there is – when I dress in the morning, I dress with J’s approval in mind, this is one part of our relationship that has and will be improved by the living situation, as now I can actually get his approval almost every day. And I like doing little random things throughout the day to please him or bring a smile to his face, or just make his life easier, whether it be making him some lunch, tidying something up so it doesn’t get in his way, or just fluffing his pillow before he gets into bed to make it more comfortable for him. These little things show that I’m always in submissive mode in one form or another, which I think makes me a little bit 24/7, even if I’m not always on my knees with my head bowed down awaiting my next order.
Having said all of that, what I have found, not only since I moved in, but before that during our 18 months together, is that I’m not expected to be a doormat and to do everything all the time. J loves to cook, he likes doing his share of cooking the evening meals, and he’ll even bring me a delicious breakfast in bed sometimes, for no reason whatsoever. He even washes the dishes, or cleans the oven, and the various other horrible tasks that life thrusts upon us.
I’m not a house-slave, and our relationship is on a fairly even keel on things like this. Does this mean we’re not 24/7, or does it mean we’re a new kind of 24/7? Or does it just mean we’re a couple of crazy kids in love, who want to make the other happy, no matter what type of relationship we’re in, but we just so happen to be a D/s couple?
It just begs the question, what is 24/7, or is there even a definition for it? Or maybe we shouldn’t try and pigeon-hole ourselves and just be the best person we can be – be ourselves, be unique, be original!!
That’s all from me for today, except for reminding you all that we are contactable by e-mail as well as through our blog comments etc, so if anyone wants to drop either myself, J, or both of us a line, just to say hello, make a private comment, or just to chat about common interests etc, then please feel free, the address is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk
Bye for now, take care. Blogslut xx
Friday, 29 February 2008
Moving In...
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I do apologise to everybody – but what a hectic few months it’s been. Mainly work really, at one point I worked 24 days straight, including weekends. Very tiring – but I accrued a lot of extra holiday days, so definitely planning to take it easy with a nice relaxing week or two off soon.
And out of everything that seems bad, most of the time something good comes out of it, and this was no different. As he barely saw me for the best part of a month, Master J finally decided that he really did miss me when he couldn’t see me for several days at a time, and also decided that he’d be happier if we had more time together. The result of those decisions was… dum dum dum… he asked me to move in with him! :-D
Does the big smiley face give away that I may be a little bit happy about it? Lol
Well I am, no question about that. In fact, I’ve been trying to drop him tiny hints about it for quite a few months now.
I am also scared of course. But I was thinking about that, as my mind went a thousand miles a minute wondering if our D/s relationship could be ruined by the monotonous routines of day to day living together, and I realised that at the end of the day it’s no more scary than any other relationship. Every relationship I’ve ever been in was scary, whether it be D/s or “vanilla”, and I was scared the last time, and only other time, that I moved in with a guy. That was a regular relationship, but I had all the same feelings and questions. Will living together take the spark away? Will we survive the 24/7 life? Will I be able to hide all my crazy from him if we’re in the same house? And all the other questions that come with moving in together.
Is it any different because it’s a D/s relationship? I really don’t know, it possibly has more implications on certain levels, but I think J and myself are comfortable with each other in normal situations as well as D/s situations, so I’d like to think not. In fact I’d like to think it will give us a lot more opportunities to evolve our relationship and become closer. And maybe it will even give me a chance and the situations to evolve the submissive side of myself.
Anyway, time will tell, it’s been a few weeks since he asked and I accepted now, but I wanted to find a replacement in my current place first so as not to leave my current house-mate in the lurch with rent to pay and nobody to share the burden with. But we’ve found someone to take my room now, so I’m all set to move in with J next weekend.
Wish me luck, there’s no turning back now! Lol
And out of everything that seems bad, most of the time something good comes out of it, and this was no different. As he barely saw me for the best part of a month, Master J finally decided that he really did miss me when he couldn’t see me for several days at a time, and also decided that he’d be happier if we had more time together. The result of those decisions was… dum dum dum… he asked me to move in with him! :-D
Does the big smiley face give away that I may be a little bit happy about it? Lol
Well I am, no question about that. In fact, I’ve been trying to drop him tiny hints about it for quite a few months now.
I am also scared of course. But I was thinking about that, as my mind went a thousand miles a minute wondering if our D/s relationship could be ruined by the monotonous routines of day to day living together, and I realised that at the end of the day it’s no more scary than any other relationship. Every relationship I’ve ever been in was scary, whether it be D/s or “vanilla”, and I was scared the last time, and only other time, that I moved in with a guy. That was a regular relationship, but I had all the same feelings and questions. Will living together take the spark away? Will we survive the 24/7 life? Will I be able to hide all my crazy from him if we’re in the same house? And all the other questions that come with moving in together.
Is it any different because it’s a D/s relationship? I really don’t know, it possibly has more implications on certain levels, but I think J and myself are comfortable with each other in normal situations as well as D/s situations, so I’d like to think not. In fact I’d like to think it will give us a lot more opportunities to evolve our relationship and become closer. And maybe it will even give me a chance and the situations to evolve the submissive side of myself.
Anyway, time will tell, it’s been a few weeks since he asked and I accepted now, but I wanted to find a replacement in my current place first so as not to leave my current house-mate in the lurch with rent to pay and nobody to share the burden with. But we’ve found someone to take my room now, so I’m all set to move in with J next weekend.
Wish me luck, there’s no turning back now! Lol
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