During summer and autumn 2022, I have become involved with several great people when it comes to being tied up, teased and tormented. I’m not in a steady relationship but have a small group of people I see somewhat regularly, and more that I meet occasionally. Some I enjoy seeing because I feel safe and comfortable with them, others for the thrill of having no idea what they’ll come up with. We don’t schedule much, but simply meet when we’re in the mood and have the time. It wasn’t the kind of life I figured I wanted a few years ago, but for me it works great in my present place in life.
I had some of the hottest sessions of being tied up I could ever remember having over the last half year, but despite that, I have also kept up my bi-weekly dates with “Master Dice”, having “him” instruct me on how to tie myself up, even if I sometimes have been too drained from other sessions to really anticipate and enjoy that regular “therapy”. Plus, it has made me see more and more clearly that being tied up and played with by someone else is a lot more thrilling and arousing than doing so yourself from a random game.
One drawback, but also relief, in playing with others, is I need to think about what I can write about it without exposing others, and in some cases, when the sessions have been really warped, exposing myself. I have been through and kind of enjoyed some things that I’m really not comfortable with admitting how much I have enjoyed and even longed for again. There are a few more permanent marks on my body after some hard sessions, but nothing too severe and nothing I really regret. That’s one advantage with not being a teenage beauty queen: appearances aren’t all that important.
I have several tens of unfinished attempts of writing scene reports lying around, but realize most will probably never be finished but may rather serve as the basis for semi-fictional stories somewhere in the future, if I find the urge, time and energy enough to sit down and write them. Now I often have the option to just send a mess or make a phone call to instead have a thrilling, arousing and wonderful session of being tied up, teased, tormented used and abused a while later, and that is not a good incitement to spend the time to sit and write instead.
Simply put, any new entries to my blog will probably be quite a bit more sparse and irregular than they have been the last year, but that’s not because I am no longer being tied up but quite the opposite. Sorry to let some people who claim they have enjoyed my reports down, but I want to live my life in a way that is more about me now, at least for some time to come. But I still want to take the opportunity to wish everyone a really Happy New Year! I feel pretty certain I will have one at least.
This evening already, my new year will “begin”. I got a mess from a guy who I’ve played with before, wondering if my breasts needed any new year attention, and remembering what kind of attention he has given them before, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. He once described my breasts as a joy to work with because those “big saggies” were so moldable and responsive, and even if his description may not have been very flattering, I guess it was pretty accurate, plus I enjoyed the results of his efforts a lot, even apart from his way of tying me so sexually, strenuously, securely and helpless before going to work, I couldn’t do much more than accept, endure and try to appreciate his efforts.
I’m already prepared according to his instructions, with breasts and pussy wrapped tight with cords, a sponge gag taped into my mouth and hidden by a face mask, dressed in high heel sandals (not my choice in this weather but he has a knack for it) and a very tight and revealing make-shift coat from a large black garbage bag and black electrical tape. I will be picked up by car a few blocks from here, which could mean an interesting walk, and returned in time and shape to be able to go to work tomorrow, and that’s it.