I just randomly read this article (I do love my desserts) and now I am craving stroopwafels. If you haven’t tried them yet, they are carmel sandwiched in between two baked waffles. It is a Dutch dessert I was introduced a couple of years ago and I especially love having hot coffee and then putting the stroopwafels on top so the carmel can heat up. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I think I will have to go pick some up tonight to have with my coffee in the morning!
I am working in a department that is all females and EXTREME drama. For me, a 12 hour shift is like watching a tv soap opera and as an introvert I usually am just watching everything go down.
The ages in my department vary from 20 to 55 years old. The things they gossip and complain about is reaching ridiculous and I have only worked in this department for 4 months!
This position for me is like a filler position in life. I am working there to (1) get experience other than school, (2) to earn money to pay the student loans, and (3) because it is close to home and with my grandmother very frail, I want to remain here to get as much time with her as possible. My thinking is that when I move on, I will have a good reference and good experience to get a job in my career.
As I watch the drama, I am just in awe because people are so unhappy that they are complaining about everything from the type of pens to the temprature in the areas to the people that come in to use the public bathrooms, the list goes on and on.
I have a coworker that is known to complain the most and people dread it when they have to work with her. She is really good at her job, but is unable to get through a shift without complaining or gossiping about other coworkers. I am lucky all three days that I am scheduled to work (three 12 hour shifts (full time too!)), I get to work with her for at least 4 hours each shift.
A couple of days ago, someone told me that they think that I am stuck up because I don’t talk about myself (and about others) while I am at work and that some people think that I am cold hearted. When I told people that really know me about this, they all laughed because to people who know introverted behavior, know that is pretty normal. My thought is why put yourself out there to people that are going to gossip about you.
So I don’t. I am nice and friendly, but I don’t really share at work unless it is work related. I guess that my coworkers can continue to see me as stuck up because I don’t want to play their games.
I am saddened to say that my relationship with my brother is broken. It has been broken since I can remember. It is sad to say that I have been broken hearted by my brother than by ex-boyfriends.
Who wants to say that? Who wants to say that their brother is too selfish and self-centered to care, to really care, and love his sister?
My brother is three and a half years older than me and he has bullied me. Growing up, he has told me that I am fat, I have no friends, I will never be loved because I am ugly and that is all guys care about. His acts of being protective of me are limited.
Even now, it is like he doesn’t care. He says that he loves me, but does he really? Or is it just an act? Just say this and act completely different?
The fact is that I need my older brother. He is my only sibling and while I realize that he will never be my rock or my go to person, I still have hope that we can talk to each other without having the conversation be superficial. I still have hope that we can fix this broken relationship. I have hope that I can have a relationship with my brother.
I truly love him, but the fact is that I am too scared to really put myself out there because I am scared that he is going to break my heart and the second he does that, I might lose my hope. I might lose my fight for this relationship.
If you have any thoughts or ideas of how my brother and I can work on this I would greatly appreciate it. I am still fighting and hoping for a relationship.
No, I don’t mean that I am going green for environmental reasons, but I am literally going green with facials with my best friends.
Facials (we look like green monsters!), martinis, margaritas, wine, movies, manicures, pedicures, pizza, ice cream sundaes, junk food, music, dancing, talking, sharing, and laughing.
Tonight is a girl’s night, a well needed girls night. We probably won’t get much sleep, but it will be completely worth it!
Sorry the post is short, but my mask is dry and I want to wash it off so I can smile again.
My Sir knows that I need more discipline in my life so, I am getting a week of edging only. No orgasms. It isn’t so awful, Sir always has me edging everyday per his orders, but, now, after a total of 20 edgings, and another 12 (probably more) I am starting to get sore. My clit is feeling raw and my pussy wants anything besides my fingers.
The first edging of the day is the worst because I am wet, but not soaked, so it is when I really feel the most raw. After the first edging it is so much better and I am not feeling how raw it is for my fingers to pinch and rub my clit.
Last night my Sir made me edge 7 times and as I finished the 7th, I was crashing between how tired I was from work and how tired I was from denying myself an orgasm, I was exhausted. Sir really wanted me to do an 8th edging, but allowed me to stop and we got to have a few moments of “couple” time before I went to bed.
Sir asked if he pushed me too far and I said no because he knew I needed the discipline and if it was too far, then I know he would have stopped it before I would have. Sir always has my best interests at heart and would never push me too hard.
Will post more another day, for now, I still owe Sir 2 more edgings before 11pm. Got to go or risk getting a punishment!
I am “ringing in the new year” with no bells, no screaming, no alcohol, nor am I with anyone, but, alas, for me it is perfect.
What am I doing then?
I am curled up by the fire in the fireplace, watching chick flicks with my family, drinking sparkling pink lemonade, eating chocolate peanut butter pie, and talking with my tigger.
For me, this is perfect.
Happy new year! May 2014 bring us many blessings in life.
The worst punishment that a dominate could give a submissive is no communication.
To people outside of the bdsm world, this punishment doesn’t seem awful, but it really, truly is. As subs, we depend so much on our doms from what we wear day to day to what we are allowed to eat to following their rules and the subsequent punishments that go with them. We like getting told by our doms that we are “good” and that they are “proud of us”. They own us and we are submissive to them. They are independent and we are dependent; it is how we exist in this world and we are fine with this fact.
My Sir isn’t only my dom, he is also my friend, my sounding board, my lover, and my tigger. To not talk to him makes me scared. He completes me and I complete him. The fear that he got me to share during the sentencing of this punishment is that when he gives me these no communication punishments is that he won’t talk to me after the punishment is up.
After I told him this, he told me that if I really need to talk to him, I can. He won’t consider it breaking the rules; as he put it, “there is always exceptions to the rule” and if I need to talk to him, he is ALWAYS there for me.
Here is why my Sir punished me: I added too many hours at work without his permission. Sir felt like a no other punishment would make the message clear, so I earned one week without talking to him. The sentence has been served and I am allowed to talk to my Sir tonight when he calls me at 10pm.
I am so excited to talk to my tigger and I can’t wait to hear his voice again. I can certainly say this- I will NOT be going against this rule again. I am sorry that I went against it this time.