June is an asshole. (boy)

Ever since June 13th i've been struggling to put to words the death of Tim Russert. As evidenced by my lack of a post, i failed. Hard. And not long ago, while trying again to do the impossible, June claimed another life. Brilliant comedian/social commentator George Carlin was taken from us at the age of 71.

To the nation, and perhaps the world, these deaths are horrible tragedies. They were viewed no differently in the word of MaT. The loss of two icons is a painful reality at best, but June decided to one up itself one last time for Pinky and i. On sunday, June 22nd, a beloved friend was taken from this world at the age of 22 by a drunk driver. Her name was Jennifer "Fayth" Murray, and she made MaT possible.

i first met Jenn in 6th grade in band class. She played flute and i baritone. She sat in front of me and i would often listen in on her conversations because i'm a nosy prick. One day she turned to me and asked why i never talked. i told her i didn't know, which prompted her to demand that i do so. i asked what i was supposed to say and from those incredibly random beginnings grew a friendship that changed my life.

Jennifer loved way more than most normal human beings. She'd do anything for her friends and loved ones, and took it a step further in working to make the downtrodden's lives easier. She reveled in and took pride in her differences from the main stream and worked to protect those who found their selves bullied for their uniqueness. She wrote an essay to the principal of Silver Lakes Middle calling for action to help put an end to the bullying she and her fellow students faced every day. She took her first hand experiences and added them to the faces of the other victims, calling for their safety and never bothering to mention hers. It remains the most well written and selfless essay i've ever read.

It was actions like that which defined Jenn's life. Whether it be raising a quiet introvert into an outspoken extrovert who stood up for himself and believed in himself or merely doing a favor for a friend, Jenn put her heart into everything she did. And i was blessed enough to be the recipient of her love more often than i deserved.

Her impact on my life was immeasurable. She made me who i am today and gave me what i have. my relationship with the indescribable Pinky is a direct result of Fayth. Not only did she change my life, she provided for me the people who would eventually do the same. How appropriate that she would leave a legacy that would continue her work.

And that is what made Jennifer so extraordinary. Nothing she did was small. If it wasn't big in itself, it had giant repercussions, and you always came away in a far better place then where you started.

Any part of Jenn and her life can be summed up with one word: "Love." She was love, she gave love, she commanded love, she deserved love. i loved her and always will. She was a mother to me, a sister, a best friend, and so much more and the last words i spoke to her (tragically over AOL and not face to face) still hold true. i miss you and i love you.

Sandwiches, half-bro's, and kittehs!!

Am I really here if you can't see Me?


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So, it's been approximately a sextillion years since I last posted. (Yes, I put sex in there on purpose, and haha, now you have sex on your mind. Sex, sex, sex, boobs, sex. *smiles sweetly*)

I'm slightly disheartened that I didn't get a full WELCOME BACK ceremony, ya know, confetti, streamers, a float of My boobs cause they're awesome. Slightly sad about that, and I'm sure boy is, too. XD.

Anywho, I apparently have a baby half-brother on the way, from My father and his girlfriend. Imagine the shock I had, Miss I-don't-want-siblings-or-children-because-I-will-eat-them. Not only the very significant age-gap between My lil' bro and Meself, but the fact that it's coming from My father. Because of our lovely history (HUGE sarcasm), I never wanted his name to live on, and rjoiced the fact that I was the only child. Now this little sack of flesh and poo is gonna come screaming into a world of utter shit, and hopefully they'll be good parents. Oh, here's the kicker:

His name is Luis Molina.

Guess what My dad's name is?


Other than that stomach-wrenching fact, I confessed to starshine and boy that I'm kinda excited about it, because I do have small (ok, ok, rather LARGE part) of Me that likes to take care of things. Especially cute, small things, like puppies, or starshine. XD! I have a tendency to lovingly smother the ones I love dearly with My motherlyness at times, and My snarky, quietly-demeaning-you ways in others, lol. It's a clash of Mother complex, and Big Bad Domme-ness. Weird mix, I know. You should see the other mixes.

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I'm hopefully getting My driver's license tomorrow. *crosses fingers and toes and boy's nuggets, just cause* I can't wait, yet am EXTREMELY nervous. I know that if I fail the test, I can take it again two more times, but I want to get it asap. Need to practice a bit with The Mother's new car, hopefully not damage between then and tomorrow.

The HandyMan, boy, and I spent most of the day prepping My house for a PJ. Well, mostly boy and I , cause The HandyMan threw out his back a bit, randomly. It was hotter than the devil's balls after furious rubbing with steel wool gloves. Oh yeah. I went there. We're almost done getting the house ready for paint, but still need to convince Mother to change the color of the trimming. It clashes terribly with the other colors. Hopefully she listens, I am an artist, so I'm right in that circumstance, XD.

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I''m really hoping I can get 'custody' of this kitten that My best friend has. She got it before the family where the kitten was at previously, killed her. They didn't want the kittens (there were 4). They killed 2, left the 3rd out on the side of the road somewhere, and the 4th is comfy and very much alive in said best friend's house. I'll try to pull up a pic of the kitten some time. She's undeniably adorable. The fact that I want to take care of a cat (regardless of My cat-like tendencies) is monumental. I prefer dogs than cats, though I like both. I just want to take care of her til I can find a home for her.

*shifty eyes* I WON'T get attached!! >.<>

And starshine wants to name her. I don't even own the damn cat yet, XD. I find it cute, however. As many things with starshine are. The pouty look still doesn't work on Me though. *grins*


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Speaking of starshine, I found it quite adorable that she wishes to have her spankings scheduled, XP! she likes the anticipation. Well, prolly not, but 'there's something about it', as she said. The fact that you know something is going to happen on a certain date, it'll be in your head every day, if you're unlucky, of every hour, til the day comes, and your completely wrecked from the nerves. I honestly can't wait, lol. I'm going to buy a calendar and stick it on My door, put little notes on there of whatever it is that needs to be done that day, and tell starshine to go read them to Me. ^.^ Oooh, the fun I'm going to have.

(I know you're blushing, starshine. Profusely. *smirks*)


Ah, and we at Menage a Trois have a new word for spankings: sandwiches. So whenever the pup or the brat want to let Me know that they're wanting some stinging attention, but wish to keep it subtle, they'll say, "Gosh, i sure would like a sandwich right about now.." I have a wonderfully devious idea for that, and the little ones won't get to know til they see it. ^_^

I have planted the seed. Now we just wait and see the rapid growth of anxiety, and wonder.

Tee. Hee.

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I'm going to try and update a little more often being the fact that I'm only going to work twice a week now, but helping HandyMan with the house. Must go for now, though. Much love to all!

Always kinky,

~Pinky =^.^=

Tearing Down the Walls (another boy post)

Fear plays a big role in the life of a human slave. Its fear of upsetting your owner and receiving punishment that keeps you in line. Its fear of the unknown that dominates your first foray into the world of submission. Maybe fear of rejection keeps you from speaking of your lifestyle with loved ones. Whatever your fear, i've come to learn it can drastically hinder your ability to serve.

It wasn't until last Friday that many of my fears became clear to me. i allowed my limits to be pushed farther than ever before, but panicked as it happened. No matter how hard i tried, i couldn't detach myself and let my mind slip to its "darker" half. It wouldn't have solved anything in the end but at least i'd have been blissfully unaware.

While at first i was upset, i'm now very grateful it happened as it did. It wasn't long after that that things changed. i could almost feel my barriers breaking from within. Apprehension seemed to melt away, leaving true freedom in its wake. And yes, i know that sounds odd from the lips...or finger tips... of a slave.

From that moment on i was free to give myself over to Mistress without fear and i cannot express how amazing that feels. i. Do. Not. Have. Limits. i can now truly say i belong to my owner. i am an object. A possession. i've no apprehension, no fears, and no restraints (other than those placed on my by Mistress Herself, of course.)

i am a free slave.

Boobs with John Waters' Mustache (Another boy post)

Good morrow ladies and and gents and welcome to another installment of boy Meets World. Just kidding. I'm not nearly gay enough to name my section of the blog after anything Fred Savage did.

You know you're far gone when your owner loses the ability to text for two days and it felt like such unending torture that when She gets that ability back you almost gasm with joy. As the really obnoxious commercial says, i'm there.

But for once, today's post isn't going to be Pinky-centric. Today's blog is all about Starshine. Kinda.

Its actually all about Starshine's boobies. A topic i admittedly know little about. In fact, the extent of my knowledge begins and ends with "They're really big."

But that didn't stop me from thrusting...hehe... myself into another challenge of endurance and possible retardation as i often do. See, if you spend enough time around me, you eventually learn that you can get me to do anything by saying i wont do it. For some reason, i'm incredibly prone to random short bursts of cockiness that make me think i can, and often, should, do some really stupid shit. For instance, a few months back, i turned a Mistress imposed 5 day masturbation ban into a 6 week self imposed ban, which then turned into three more weeks. During that extra 3 weeks i imposed a stipulation saying i would add three more weeks for every primary Obama lost, and would impose a lifelong ban if he became the nominee but lost the presidency. i am sofa king retarded.

Last night, while talking to SS, i made the comment that i would think about her boobs all day today. i don't remember why i said it other than it was a joke in response to something she said. But her response triggered my ego so fast i forgot where i was for a moment. "No you won't. You're not going to do that." i was as good as challenged.

Its now 11:03 in the morning. i've been up since 8:30. Since the terms were vague, i decided it would be most challenging and true to the challenge if i have one thought about SS's pillows per minute. Its been 2.5 hours, and i've learned something about myself; i'm only capable of having so many thoughts about tits, especially those not belonging to my girlfriend. i've failed as a man...

Despite this shortcoming, i soldier on, conjuring up a (hopefully) new image every minute. Its going to be a long day...

Also, id like to personally apologize to Pinky. i'm not sure if this'll piss Her off or not. God damnit >.<

~i'm the least you could do

Mayo-Cake Test Results

And the verdict:



BEST BLOODY CAKE ON THE FACE OF THIS PLANET!!!!!!


I will have to make this again. And again. And again.





And again.


*noms cake like rabid chocky demon*






And again.

Mayonnaise... in cake.... WTF???

So, this is where you ask Me “If you multiply space continuum by how many times a person with severe OCD needs to check if the oven is off, what would you get?”

And I reply with an unnervingly blank stare, “If quizzes are quizzical, then what are tests?”

Ba-dump.

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Ok, so a really fucking weird intro to a very fucking late post. Betcha I made ya smirk just a little, though, ;-).

I meant to post sooner, but ya know, Life and all that rot. Or just plain apathy. Ahhh, apathy… Tis a cruel, cruel Mistress. Anywho, I’m back, and waiting for My bloody mayo chocolate cake to cool down so I can put frosting on it and have Chef’s taste test. Yes, I just said mayo chocolate cake. I’ll leave an update later on the rate of success.

Didn’t do much today, woke up rather late, actually. Well, woke up around 9.30 and decided I could do with a little more sleep being the fact that I have no clue when I officially was flowing through R.E.M bliss, then woke up at 12.22. I haven’t gotten up at that time in a long while. Can’t remember much after that, I know I spoke with starshine for a little bit before she was off to a snobby little child’s birthday party. Always fun, those snobby ones. *rolls eyes*

Went to Wally-mart and got ingredients for said mayo cake, and fudge brownies which I will probably make tomorrow. Must save some for the boy, which means I will have to padlock it in some safe that doesn’t exist in My house in hopes that the HandyMan won’t sense it’s luscious, chocolately presence. (you poor soul, you must be thinking Who in THE hell is the bloody HandyMan, and why is he eating your food?!?! I’ll explain one day, ^_^.)

I spent most of the day with boy yesterday. It was approximately OH MY FUCKING GOD MY SKIN IS MELTING! Degrees Fahrenheit, so I decided to meet up with boy at the pool. Thank the merciful pool god that he kept the water relatively cool by the time we got there; I was almost sure that it’d be a very unsatisfying temperature. We lounged for a bit, until I couldn’t ignore the menacing growls My stomach was emitting. Silly Mistress didn’t eat before She went to the pool, so Her and boy had to leave a bit earlier than wanted.

I made wheat spaghetti with turkey ground beef and Italian sausage tomato sauce. It was pretty damn yummy, if I do say so Meself, ^_^. I had it with some flavored rice, like My grandmother used to make. Brought back good memories of her, for once, lol. Shocking for those of you who know Me, I know, XP. boy and I watched I am Legend either after or during dinner; twas pretty good, =). I almost cried when he had to kill the doggy, *sniffle*. I’m such a sucker for pets. *smiles lovingly at boy* ^.^

Although he did anger Me some point after the movie, which put a damper on things. I did not hit him, nor did I spank him or torture him in any other physical way. I left him alone. Sometimes I sat there with him, but didn’t speak to him. After a bit of that, I decided that I couldn’t sit there anymore, because the anger was still very raw, and I could’ve said damn near anything. I don’t like to feel like I don’t have control over My emotions, thoughts, words, etc. Anger is such a destructive yet tantalizing thing. One can very easily lose themselves in it. And I did not want that. Reminded Me far too much of My father. I did not want to be like him. I never want to be like him, period, but I know the same rage sleeps within Me, so I at least try to convince Myself that I have power over it.

I inevitably forgave boy. The silence and solitude (even with the HandyMan’s dogs to keep him company) was enough punishment. He felt like shit for pissing Me off, as he said. There were even a few tears which surprised Me. I wiped them away and held him tightly. I debated earlier whether to send him home or not, and not speak with him till (maybe) the next day, but then I thought it honestly wasn’t such a horrible misdeed. Call Me soft-hearted, or what have you, but I firmly believe that just because I’m a Mistress, does not mean I shouldn’t be fair some of the time.

The night ended with some relieved cuddling, and kisses. And some yummy moments which I won’t get into *evil smirk* Love ya, Rhaythe.

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I have work tomorrow, and I really… really don’t want to go, but I need money, so.. Gotta. Especially if I want to get special shtuffs for My babies, ^_^. Which, really, is for Myself, but there’s something in it for them, usually *grins*. Might get My check either Tues. or Wed., depending on how much of a lazy fuck Harvey is feeling this week. I hate that man. Anywho, going to taste My mayo cake, and three-way with the little ones, ^.^.

…. I just realized how bad that sounded. O.o….

little ones= My brat subby, and My slavey-poo.

Good night all.

~Pinky

Sharing in the house of boy (another boy post)

There are few things in life better than sharing something you're passionate about with someone you're passionate about. To be able to bring the one (or ones) you love into your world and introduce them to something new, and for them to become just as if not more interested is a wonderful gift.

i was recently given that gift in the form of politics, something that seems to be in my very DNA. i've been told i've inherited this obsession with the news and politics from my father. Saddly i can't remember sitting with him watching the evening news as i've been told i did on several occasions, but i'm grateful for those times. It's like he gave me the past, present, and the future. My father essentially gave me a front row seat to history as it unfolded. He lived (kinda) every father's dream of giving their child the world, in convenient soundbite form no less.

i feel blessed to have been able to pass the political torch over to my love Pinky.
Together, we've watched debates, primaries, and campaigne coverage of our man, Obama, adorably cheering him on every step of the way. Together, we've found hope in the future, watched history being made, and planned and schemed to participate in making said history. Side by side we've made memories that we'll be able to look back on years from now, and marvel at how they (hopefully) changed our world.

Politics, especially this presidential primary, have had a huge impact on my life, and i hope and believe they've had an impact on Hers. And maybe She would have found Her way into this new territory on Her own, and i'm sure She would have taken note of the history being made on Her own, but i'm incredibly pleased that i was able to bring this world to Her doorstep.

Speaking of sharing, the lovely Starshine (whom im learning is appropriately named) has started sharing her books with us as of late. In typical Starshinery, she's taken to cutely reading to Pinky and i at night. But she doesn't just read to us, oh now. This is Starshine. She takes on the characters. Her accent changes slightly for different characters, and my personal favorite, whispers when the story calls for it. She makes it her own, and thats the best part. And proving my theory that she is indeed insane, she actually ENJOYS reading to people.

Soon she'll be reading the Harry Potter series to us. i can't wait for that. The characters voices have been covered by the movies, so i really want to see SS's (okay...bad initials... >.<) take on them. It should be interesting if not grin-inducing adorable. I hate you double s... you make me sound gay...er. And finally, Pinky and i have been working on a caricature of the three of us that i really like. Especially because it makes me look skinny. But that's just because there was no big boy option. Ah well. i hope you like all the same. i think it sums us up rather nicely.




With that, i leave you with love.

~i love you all and theres absolutely nothing you can do about it.

Super Fuckin Tuesday (yay Primaries!)

Happy Day After Cinco De Mayo, everyone. I thought it kinda sucked that the day for drinking excruciating amounts of alcohol and having a good reason for it (Gassy Ass Mehico), landed on a bloody Monday. And to everyone's surprise, I did not drink on Day O' Drinking, ^_^. Yay Me. Nah, can't drink as much as I used to anyway. Whoo almost getting alcohol poisoning to traumatize My body.


Anywho, tis Tuesday, and it started kinda shitty. Then progressed to becoming more shitty. I won't get into what got Me that way, because I don't want to drown in it again, soooo... Let's just leave it at I'm better now, ^_^.


Yesterday was awesome-o cause I got to spend uber time with slavey boy, and chat in the rain with him, ^.^. his lack of shame was especially apparent, cause he decided to change his pants behind a tree in daylight hours, with houses all around. Bloody exhibitionist. XP


The day before yesterday he wandered over to My house once again. (I think he might be obsessed. XD *whispers* It's ok, Me too.) I believe that is the day I decided to use My lovely new implements, and oh were they wonderful. That material is much more gratifying and bruise-making than My other little toys. Then again boy's skin is exquisitely sensitive and made out of Sadist's-dream-come-true, so, ^_^. Can't wait to try it on starshine; I wonder if her skin is just as sensitive... *giggle*.


So the package with boy's present in it JUST got paid for like.. today, and it won' t be here till maybe 2-6 days from now, *massive pouty lip*. I was all excited that it was gonna come either today or tomorrow. Damn paypal. Ah well. I just hope it gets here before I leave for Tampa Friday, if not boy'll have to stare at it til I get back, XP. Bwa ha ha ha haaaaaaa!! Oh the torment.


Currently listening to TDG, Home. How convenient. *reverts to beasty*


Going to meet up with boy at the pool in a bit. Then off to the magical land of boy Hood to watch Le Primaries, and laugh hysterically when Mr. O politically rapes Clinton in all orifices. Then rape boy's orifices out of joy.


^_^.


I'm off then. As the luscious Keith says,

"Goodnight, and good luck."

*throws crumpled paper at screen*


~Pinky

Lucky #13

I just realized that I got My period on the day of the thirteenth blog post. o.O *Twilight Zone music*


Anywho, sorry about the lack of posting. And for the most likely unwanted information above. There will be a lot of that here, so either love it or leave. Today's been a lazy day for the most part. Still have yet to start the many chores that await My attention, but I have a very good excuse to be lazy. Everyone knows not to mess with a woman who's on her first day of Aunt flowiness. Especially if there is uterus-tearing cramps and major muscle aches. Thank god I found icecream in My freezer. I don't know what I would've done.


Aww, I also realized that I believe starshine and I are in sync, ^.^. I am such a morbid romantic. Why are you people with Me? XD.


Yesterday (Thursday, May 1st), I ventured over to boy's house and we watched most of a Family Guy episode, and then watched All Dogs Go To Heaven, with cuddles, ^__^. Very productive day, *nodnod*. OH! And I got starshine's presseennttt in the mail yesterdaaayy, ^.^. Should be getting boy's package soon, too. The tormenting continues. *evil grin*


So the kitchen is almost done. All the appliances have been installed, and are working, we just need to paint the walls, fix some cabinets, and the dishwasher, then I shall have a working brand new kitchen!! YAAAAYY!!! I don't have enough ingredients at home to make anything, or I would've done it the day I knew that I could use the stove lol. Ah wells. Soon, ^_^. Must make lemon cake with chocolate icing for The Fudge Demon, and cookies for My babies, =^.^=!


Spoke with starshine for a long time last night/morning. she sounds so different now.. The only word I can use to describe her is Awakened. In every sense. Cognizant of her surroundings, most of all her emotions, realizations of certain things from her past, how they have affected her, etc. It's amazing, she sounds like a new person. A better person. she can finally strive towards making her life and herself happier, take those steps, make those changes. she has a new strength in her that blows My mind, and yet I always knew she had it in her. We are very much alike in some ways..

I can't wait to see her in July, ^____^!!! It's been way too long. The fact that she originally lived about 3 blocks away from My house doesn't help the wait for that damned month to come, but it does evoke old memories, =). Can't wait for all of us to be together finally, and go out to dinner, and watch movies, and and and!! ...Shtuffs, *goofy grin*. ^.^


Guh, I must start doing chores or else I'll never get around to them, >.<. Au revoir pour maintenant, Ma amies.


Wishing I had some Midol, chocolate, and two certain subbies nearby,


~Pinky.

Yay Therapy!

It's been awhile, huh? I wish I could do this everyday, but what with my limited interwebz time, I just can't. D: You all can rest assured that I will post something everyday while in Florida. You'll just have to wait awhile.

To the main topic of my post! I called a counseling place today. They're gonna call me later this week to set up an appointment. I'm so nervous, but excited at the same time! I can't wait. I'm already doing so good here, who knows what new strengths I could find by talking to this person. On the other hand, what kinds of things have I been suppressing that will come out during these sessions? What kinds of things will I find out about myself...It makes me nervous all over again. I want to know the reason I feel so scared of rejection and abandonment. Why I can't remember most of my childhood. What happened to me? Do I really want to know? D:

I bought my brother his plane ticket to go to Florida. He's going in May, and it cost 265. That bastard, his plane ticket was even less than mine was. D< So unfair. I hope to god that he'll pay me back on Thursday like he says he will. You never know with Brother. He has a job this time, so that's a plus, but he's also an alcohalic and a known drug user, so I can't fully trust him. I'll just have to poke him until he pays me.

On a happier note, I went shopping yesterday! I got shorts, shirts, a new pillow, a backpack, notebooks, and pencils. I'm wearing one of the new shirts now. It's green, and it's got 2 bananas on it, and it says, 'Let's Split'. It's awesome. Another one has hearts all over it and it says 'Adorable.' Yes, yes I am.

Oh, yeah, I also got new shoes~. They're basketball shoes, but low tops, and they're all blue and black and sparkly~. I love them, but I think they may be a little small on me. D: I hope not, because I've been wearing them, so I can't take them back. Shit.

I need to work out a system so that I don't lose my stuff. D: This is like the fifth time this week that I lost my iPod, and it's getting annoying. (Plus I think Pinky is getting a little fed up with my losing my stuff. She might start putting it down on The List. D:) I should have a set place for my phone, iPod, wallet, ect. I should, but I know I'm going to forget to do it. xD It's me.

Well, until next time, Lovies.

Love ya~
Starshine.

i'm the one who begs. (another boy post)

my day seemed to go the opposite of Pinkster the kinkster's. i woke up sad thinking i wouldn't get to see Her. boy was i wrong.

i was just as shocked when the mother actually asked if i wanted to come. i've been living, and still am really, under the impression that she is not fond of me. Maybe its the appearance of handyman. Maybe she suspects something. Maybe she got some. Whatever it is, i like the change.

Pinky covered the main points of our adventure so i'll stick to the side shit She left out.

Like this little gem: A BIRD SHIT ON ME! i repeat. A BIRD FUCKING SHIT ON ME! Sure, in itself, that's not that uncommon. Birds shit on people all the time. But when you think about the events surrounding and leading to the aforementioned doody, you'll see something bigger is afoot.

First, i just happened to have an extra set of clothes today. Before leaving the house, i argued with myself over whether or not i should bring spare clothes. i decided too at the last minute only because i wanted to get Pinky in the water, where i could hold her hand in plain view without arousing the suspicion of the Units. Yes ladies and gentleman, i am that fucking lame.

Second, to get on the path i was walking while being shat on, i stopped 3 times to look at objects in windows and moved to the left side of the walk way so i could see Pinky ahead of me rather than the posteriors of the Units. Lets face it, She's just prettier than the Unit's asses.

Each seemingly innocent movement brought me one step closer to poo, and its because of this that i believe this incident was destiny. i believe i was meant to be crapped on. Why? Why did fate through me this fresh, nutty curve ball? This is just speculation, but i think that bird was placed there to show me that i am not a fan of scat.

Fun fact: on the beach i was laying on my back and there were birds flying above me. i was honestly very scared to yawn.

i fell in love with that "one of us begs for it" collar. i will make it my life's mission to have it.

my day did end in a bit of anger, so i guess it wasn't all that much different from Pinky's. While we were at the beach i frequently saw the Units engaging in lovey-doveyness. It ticked me off a tiny bit. It's not exactly fun to be on a beautiful beach with the woman you love and not be able to express it. im way too much a hopeless romantic for that kinda restraint. God damn secretness.

i must also take responsibility for Handyman's doomsday speech. i made the mistake of engaging him in a debate without finishing any of my points or shutting him down. As much as i love debating, when a man denies the hate that spews from right wing extremists and says global warming is a scam, debate sort of loses its fun. i just cant seem to bring myself to take a huge Rush Limbaugh fan seriously. God damn me for being a liberal elitist...

That's all for tonight.

~i love you all and theres absolutely nothing you can do about it.

Sippin' apathy through a hate-laced straw.

Funny how certain things can affect someone so potently, that even though they woke up with a smile, at the end of the day it's almost as if it never existed. And the most frustrating part of all of this is that I have no bloody clue what got Me like this. I hate that. Reminds Me too much of My HS years; absolutely no control over Myself whatsoever. It's an odd cocktail of emotions, mostly consisting of numbness, a few shots of apathy, a splash of anger, and a pretty cherry of nostalgia.


Might've been all the rot HandyMan was talking about most of today. He was unusually pessimistic, very unlike him. I mean... most of it was true, our economy IS shit, the government most likely IS using us like puppets, the world HAS a great possibility of ending in less than a decade. It was just all... overwhelming. That's how I used to think, negative all the time, and now that I have a bit of a firm grasp of optimism, Mr. Always Positive goes grumpy old man on Me. Thank god I had boy with Me. I would've been in this black slum all day, I think.


But anyway, on to the good part of the day. Mother actually offered to bring boy with us to the beach today. Complete and utter shock. She's hasn't offered in a long time. Haven't figured out what was up with that yet. Ah well. She seems to be getting a little less nasty-bitch, and more how she used to be. Might be a glimpse of menopause. Oh jesus........


We had yummy pizza and garlic rolls at Big Louie's , then strolled through the mini vintage shops that were in the same plaza. I oogled at the pet-tique shop for a while, with boy at My side as always. They had such cute stuff, ^___^. And we found a leash that said "One of us begs for it" at one of the vintage stores that sold a bunch of random shit. It was great, ^.^. We then headed to Borders, stayed there for a bit. Bought boy a political book thingy that I can't remember exactly what it's about now, and I bought Myself a gardening encyclopedia book for My new obsession, lol. So many pretty garden designs... I hope to make My huge backyard in My awesomely huge house in the future as pretty as those. *wistful sigh*


*sways to trippy Pink Floyd music*


Yeah. One of those days.


I think I'm done for today's blog. Need to leave some stuff for boy to talk about for later, since he's supposedly posting tonight, lol. *winks* Love ya, boy. And My little starshine too. *huggles* Going to grab some cookies and maybe doodle some. Toodles.


Comfortably numb, and lovin' it,


~The Pink.

Rested, Chipper, and Productive, OH MY!

I never would have thought that those three words would ever be in the same sentence when describing Me. Ever. Sometimes it'd be chipper, sometimes it'd be slightly productive, and I can't remember the last time I felt rested lol. Ah, insomnia, you are a cruel Mistress... XD! Teehee. Anywho, so I actually got a whole night of sleep, save for the interruption of Le Bladder, but other than that, slept like a sloshed rock. It was so much better than a normal rock.


Ok so I'm in a weird mood. Sue Me.


Helped The Handyman out today with putting on the countertops. Had to spend like 3 hours in Home Depot though, between him running around trying to find everything on his list, Me floating through the rows of flowers attempting to make a decision, and us not finding each other lol. It was great. I was oh so very excited to start planting My pretty sunflower seeds, marigolds, gold dust, alyssums, and the other three that I can't fully remember nor spell. I bought enriched soil, a mini digger thingy (shush, I don't know the proper gardening lingo yet >.<), and garden gloves. I had a blast setting everything up. I love the idea that I'm growing something, and that it depends on Me to take care of it. (Hence I have two lovely pets, ^.^)


I'm going to flip out when I see the little sprouts peeking through. They'll hopefully be partially, if not fully grown once starshine arrives, ^__^. I set it up all nice so once they grow, the colors will compliment each other. Patterned it and everything, ^_^. Tis an art, and I heart art.


Between that and assisting The HandyMan every once in a while, that's basically all I did today lol. Mother didn't even ruin My shiny, which is amazing lol. She almost always does. My fault, honestly. I shouldn't let her dictate My life/emotions/mentality/everything. You'd think Me being a Dom I'd be able to tell her to get off My ass about every damn thing, to stop being a passive/aggressive, two-faced whore, but, alas, I never had the strength to stand up to My manipulative Parental Units.


Again, I'm not bitter.


I think I'm getting a bit better though. I actually speak back now, throw some good points in there every once in a while when I don't feel like I'm bloody 5 years old again. I think if I show her My true anger, the violent yummy kind, she'll back off. Maybe even fear Me. That'd be nice, I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore, ^_^. We shall see what happens. The HandyMan is here for the weekend, so she'll be as sweet as cherry pie. I hate cherry pie.


Fuck My back is killing Me, >.<. *needs a massage*


I didn't get to see boy today, *pouties*. But maybe sometime this weekend. Mother is supposed to practice driving with Me either tomorrow or Sunday. 10 bucks says she won't keep her promise. (Note the non-bitterness) I really want to get the Industrial piercing, which I vowed to get it this week, but that never happened cause the kitchen people took up all My time. But that's ok cause I want My kitchen restored more than an Industrial piercing. Scary, I know. I really need a job, like... now, lol. Between My mother sucking My money out of My bank account for bills that I randomly have to start paying because she's a stubborn little fuck that won't admit that she needs help with financial stuff to her family, who would gladly help her, so instead she takes My money out My already slightly withered account, and expects Me to become the fucking president with 20 bucks in My pocket. I love her logic.


So starshine and I have an 'official' song: Til Kingdom Come, by ColdPlay. Haven't heard it yet, but the lyrics are beautiful and kinda dead on, XP. boy and I have yet to decide on a song, but I think it might be Calling You, by Blue October, ^.^. Gotta talk with him about that.


I think I 'm going to watch All Dogs Go To Heaven tonight... I wish I had someone to snuggle with, *sniffles* =v.v=


That about covers My day. I'll probably three way with boy and starshine later, if I'm not passed out, XD. YAY NECROPHILIA!! Kinda...

Til next time, My lovelies.


Brutally yours,


~P.

My Day and Other Things.

My day was actually exetremely boring, don'tcha know. (Yes, Boy, I am doing this to annoy you. mwahaha.)

But really, it was. Mostly I just cleaned around the house, bathroom, birdcage, my room, stairs, laundry. Everything that I had on my list for the day, done. YAY FOR ME. Now I have to go to work right after this and do MORE cleaning. Oh joy. Rapture. Someone kill me and get me away from the damn soap. D:

I told my family about me and Pinky yesterday. They were...okay with it, I guess. They're concerned that I don't know what I am, sexually-wise. I need to figure that out. I don't know if I'm gay or bi, but I definetly ain't straight, that's for damn sure. I can't say that I'm attracted to men, or even women for that matter. Just Pinky. No one else besides her has made me feel this amount of love and devotion and passion and need. I love her. That's all there is to it. But most people won't accept that. They need to KNOW. 'Are you or aren't you? What if she leaves you? Are you gonna be straight when this is over?' I don't know. I might never know. I'm barely starting to know myself.

Which is why, because I have so many issues with my sexuality, amoung other issues, that I am going to get some therapy for a while. Just to figure out where, possibly even who I am in all of this. Pinky's pretty much ecstatic, because she's been trying to get me to go to therapy for about three years now. I, being the stubborn little brat that I am, refused out of both stubborness...and fear about the things I'd find out about myself. But I'm not afraid anymore. I'm ready. Ready to face my demons and the things that made me so messed up in the first place, and just get out with my life. Bring it on. :D

First real post! ^_^ By: Pinky

*smiles lovingly at boy's and starshine's introductions* Those are My babies, ^_^!


So I spent the day with boy yesterday, =^___^=! Even though I told My mother that I'd go drop off My resumes at some select places, *evil giggle*. Ah well. Hadn't seen him in about two weeks, so I was jonesin' for some slavey love. Damn, it's some bloody conspiracy that right when we profess our love and get deeper in the relationship, that I have no time to see him, >.<. And this is without having a damn job, I can't imagine how it would be when I have one. *sob*


On the bright side, starshine shall be heading down to FL in about 3 months, ^__^. Not too happy about the wait, being that I haven't seen her in a little over a year, but the fact that she's coming makes it better, :). her birthday is 7 days after she arrives, and I'm so excited to give her her present *evil grin and happy giggles*. I know she's going to whine til I tell her what it is, which I won't, so there will be lots of pouties and whiny/bratty noises. Until I silence them, ^_^. I love torturing her with surprises, XP. Same with boy. they're both very impatient little subbies, but I heart them, =D.


Gave boy a beating yesterday. Wasn't nearly as long of a duration nor as forceful as the others, but we enjoyed just the same, ^.^. I realized that I had a hard leather belt in My collection of belts that I barely ever wear, and the beasty in Me clapped Her cute little hands with glee. Oh the possibilities. It made a delicious crack when I snapped it, and an even lovelier sound when I smacked boy's bum with it, coupled with his fervent moaning, ^_^. *sigh* I love hurting him. he's such a painslut, which works well with My extremely violent tendencies, XD.


starshine has repeatedly told Me that she isn't into that kind of pain, she mostly likes the idea of domestic punishment, a sound spanking whenever she's naughty. Which there will be many once she gets here, *grins*. Have 3 more months of The List, star. Just wanted to remind you, ^.^.


(A/N: The List is exactly what the name implies; a list. But on this list is every disobedience, smart-ass remark that starshine has done so far. Once she arrives, she'll receive punishment for each.) Oh, how I love The List, ^_^. *huggles it*


I'm going to have to train her much like I trained boy. It's going to take some time before she gets to the point that I want her to be, but she has that special, beautiful submissiveness in her that will get her through. I'm very confident about that, =).


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I almost have a full kitchen!!! ^___________^!!! It's taken about a bloody year to get it all done, but that's cause of financial problemas. Thank god My mother has a boyfriend that knows everything about HandyManness. If I hadn't have almost burned down the whole damn thing, it would've taken less time, XD. I didn't do it on purpose, I promise!! I know I'm a little fucked up in the head, and a bit of a pyro, but I wouldn't do it to My own bloody house. Not even if I wanted to make a very angry statement to My aggravatingly passive/aggressive, manipulative mother. I'm not bitter.


I can't wait til it's done... I have an immense love for cooking and baking, so not being able to has killed a little piece of Me. Been using boy's kitchen most of the time, XD. And if not his, My best friend Lex's kitchen, lol. I decided to have a "YAY THE KITCHEN IS DONE!" party, invite My friends, loved ones, and make a big yummy meal, with at least 4 different desserts, lol. This is Me going over the top of course. I'm Cuban, what do you want from Me? XD It's in our blood to be exaggerating.


But anywho, I must be off. Still have some chores to do, >.<. *wishes boy was here to do his Cinderella job* Ah well. I shall see him Friday, ^_^. Ta ta for now.


Brutally yours,


~P.

Rounding out this Devil's trifecta...

Hello to anyone reading this, i'm boy, the S.A.M./slave. i'm 20, incredibly weird, and also in love with Pinky. Though i admit, not enough to come up with names like pudding pop and schmoopy...wooopy... no... just no.

Despite, or maybe because of, her sickeningly cuteocity, starshine is a wonderful person with a huge heart and a never ending giggle. We've just met but i hope to get to know her well as time goes by. its my hope that our friendship will help bring this Devil's trifecta closer together and create a life long bond. If that happens, we will aid global warming with our never ending laughter.

i'm new to this world. If you'd told me a month ago id be in any way involved in a poly amorous relationship i'd have mocked you and stolen your wallet. If you told me several months ago i would hand my life over to someone so completely and submit to them in such a short period of time, i probably would have hugged you and told you it was going to be okay.

But now that i'm here, i couldn't be happier. And i hope anyone who reads this finds happiness like this if they haven't already. Whether it be through submission, love, music, cookies, whatever makes you happy. Embrace it and never let it go. And if you don't know where to start, might i suggest Scrubs. Its an amazing show that is almost sure to bring happiness to your life. Open your heart and let Dr. Cox fill it with spite. Angry angry spite.

So until next time, take care and much love.

~i love you all and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.

Tis a Starshine~.

'Allo all you people out there in reader-land~. Hope that you're enjoying yourselves, you kinky little perverts. xD

I won't tell you all of my info, that's dangerous over the interwebz, but I can tell you a little bit about myself.

I'm Starshine, almost-20, and madly in love with Pinky, my pudding pop, my lovie-lovie, my schmoopy-woopy baby bottle pop. (I love coming up with disgustingly cute names for her. My God she's gonna hurt me when I get there. xD) I met her in HS, and after about a year of knowing her, I pretty much got CRAZY about her. Couldn't, wouldn't leave her side. We were in a basic D/s relationship for YEARS before we even figured out our feelings for each other. I'd let her tell me what to do, where to go, what to wear, all sorts of things. It always just felt comfortable and natural, nothing disgusting or squicky about it.

Last year, I finally came to my senses and told her how I felt. We were both scared and inexperienced for that sort of relationship, not ready for it. Let me tell you, I am ready RIGHT NOW. D: But I moved, stupid me. So we'll have to wait.

One more this. I'm kind of a. . . Good Lord I hate this word, but I'm a spankophile. I can't get enough of it. I want it, need it, love it to pieces. Never experienced one though. Will, if I can get down this fast enough. :D

That's me, the bratty, giggly, smart-mouthed, loving, too sensitive Starshine. Hopefully you guys will come to love me too.

Confessions of a Loving Sadist.

'There's a certain splendor in the way

your screams caress the walls of My heart,

An indefinable joy and completeness laced in your

Resonating pleas...'

My name is Pinky, and I am a 19 year-old female who loves to hurt people. I also love listening to music (while hurting people), eating cookies (while hurting people), and watching political debates (while hurting people). *chuckles* Ok, so maybe that's a bit much, but I just wanted to emphasize. I'm not always a cruel, unfeeling Mistress. I can be quite giggly, cute, and VERY lovey. It's just one of the many aspects of My bipolar self, XP.


I'm currently in two relationships, one with boy, and one with starshine. Unfortunately, starshine is temporarily living in a different state, but will be down here in July!! *wishes she was here now* >.<


I was born and raised in the sunny, penis state of the USfuckin'EH: Florida. I met starshine about 6 1/2 years before boy, but love them both just the same, ^__^!! starshine and I went to High School together, and I met boy through mutual friends, and have been best friends (and recently the big BF & GF!) since. I'm very friendly, but extremely over-protective, especially with My pets! >.< I'm open to any questions, as long as they're respectful, ^_^. Annd.. I believe that's all I'm going to give you about Me for now, =^.^=. Happy reading and stay kinky!


~P.

A warm and hearty greeting from Menage a Trois!

WARNING: This page is not suitable for ones under the age of 18, and the close minded.



Bonjour, and welcome to Menage a Trois! If you've stumbled across this page and have no interest or do not agree with the following: polyamorous relationships, BDSM, detailed accounts of torture (always consensual, ^.^), D/s, or cookies... the door is behind you. If you embrace these wonderful lifestyles, and delicious treat, come in and stay for a while. =)



Now. So as not to confuse anyone, this blog is shared by 3 very distinct people, none of which are in My head. Finally got rid of those bastards.. No, these are My quite real, beloved pets, starshine and boy, and I am their Mistress, Pinky. Yes, cringe and cower at the "intimidating" name, but I can assure you, it prepares no one for what I am capable of. Ask boy, *smirks*. This won't be a daily account of all our lives, unfortunately, but hopefully, if time permits, one of us will be able to post something each day.



We hope that you enjoy our blog, *smiles*. Ta for now!



Much love, peace, and kink!



~Mistress Pinky

-slave/S.A.M boy-

~* sub/brat starshine*~



P.S.- I'm assuming if you're still reading this that you're either really curious, are a fellow kinkster, or a die-hard vanilla that just wants to bash us because of our lifestyle. If I wanted to hear your worthless, disrespectful opinion, I'd have put up a Welcome sign for jackasses to leave rude comments. Moral of the story: Be nice. You'll get the same in return. Thanks in advance. =)