My Cat

My cat
does not cuddle
but she hovers near in
safe harbor whilst nuzzles of
trust are bestowed on my ankles and calves.
Together, we enjoy her lurking
ritual of freedom,
admiring
my cat.

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Note: Linda J. Wolff’s poem ‘Between Sunrises and Sunsets‘ using Rictameter verse inspired me to work with this form myself.
“…this form of poetry—Rictameter Verse, uses 9 lines in the poem, and strict syllable count: 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 with the first line repeating itself in the last line.”

My first attempt is not nearly as elegant as Linda’s poetry, yet I love the fun of this form and shall be using it more.

Safe Space

On Tumblr, @instructor144 said: An important thing that the young/new Doms don’t get. D/s is not something that a Dom “does to” his sub. It’s something she “does to” HERSELF. She is not dictated to; she is simply wrapped in a cocoon of safety in which she can exercise her volition to embrace what she WANTS to do and WANTS to be. No mean feat, constructing that safe space in which the sub can, paradoxically, feel “free.”

My thoughts : So perfectly stated. When I feel safe as a submissive, I also feel safer to explore kinks I’ve said ‘no’ to before. When You make me feel safe, I can trust You to manage how I experience Your kinks … and maybe they will become my kinks, too. I can devote obedience to You with the deepest respect, not pandering cowardice or fear, or worse, needy insecurity. I can trust You to hear me, see me, and still be fully in control because mastery and control are who You are. I surrender my fear and step into Your space freely even if I shake with anxiety because I trust You to be in charge of keeping the safe space.

Sick & Aroused

Yesterday’s write from my edging journal is below. I feel slightly better today although I’d love someone to fetch me a cup of hot tea, put a dimmer switch on the sun, and make fresh chicken soup for lunch. If you could also please catch the lizard my beloved cat is toying with, I’d appreciate that, too. I have no lizard liberating energy reserves at the moment, plus my cat looks exquisitely self-satisfied.

Sick and Aroused

“Sick” as in ill or unwell, not perverted.

I’m sick. Sinus infection that rounded back on me when I thought I had it handled. Vitamin C, grape seed extract, herbal teas and oil of oregano are doing their job on me to speed healing.

So where does edging fit in when one’s head is pounding from a sinus headache and infection?

It would seem that foregoing edging would be the wise option, yes?

But when you’ve been edging faithfully for 12 days and practicing 100% orgasm denial … that arousal doesn’t just take a hiatus because of a sinus infection.

Physically, I’m almost at the level of illness where edging could be set aside until the fever is gone, infection gone, headache gone.

So why write about it? Just be sick and get well then return to the rules of the challenge, right?

I am writing about it because I have never before been ill and still wanted to edge, masturbate or orgasm. Orgasm denial does something bizarre to the brain chemistry and body responses with arousal rising higher than the effects of illness. I woke up from a much needed nap this afternoon, feeling pressure in my sinuses, eyes with light sensitivity, cotton mouth, and a very wet pussy which was calling out for edging. I edged and fell back into that OTC sinus drug fog for another 90 minutes and actually felt a bit better upon waking.

You know how a wife complains that her husband wants sex no matter what, even if she is sneezing from a cold or has the flu? Today I became my own annoying husband. Oh, the irony. Men, I now fully get it. 🙂

The Verbal Meanderings & Incoherent Threats of an Aroused Edging Submissive Freak aka … a little rant.

Note: This is today’s morning write in my edging journal. Perhaps it will give someone in WordPress land a little chuckle. 😉

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I will pay you $10,000 to come fuck me senseless. I request, pretty please, one orgasm after another for …. hm, let’s say 10 hours. Anyone? Anyone?

Oh, wait, never mind. You live too far away and I don’t have $10,000 to spare.

What’s that you just asked me? Orgasm Denial? Edging? Me? Yes, I am doing the #juNO30day challenge of unrelenting orgasm denial and edging torture devised by the evil James.

Ok, James is not evil. He’s actually quite awesome. Or at least he will be on July 1st. 😛 (Hi James!)

That’s how my Monday is going, people. If y’all send me any pervy private messages again, I will eat you for a snack and feed the leftovers to my pet alligator, Jetson. Yes, that’s his name in made up alligator land and you really don’t want to take me on about this right now. Jetson is mighty hungry.

And, yes, I’m a freakish submissive obedient little good girl denial slut.

I love you, too.

Wow, I feel so much better!

Little rant completed. It’s safe to come out now.

(Heh heh heh. “Oh Jetson …”)

P.S. I think Day 12 is going rather well, don’t you? :PpPpP