Highway to hell

A few years back in one of the places I worked in one of my coworkers would always complain every time I could leave work early. Why did she complain? Her argument was that I was going home to sleep and play video games while she had to cancel plans to hang out with her friends cuz she had to work. In her eyes my free time was less valuable than hers as she was trying to build stronger bonds with her friend while I was being lazy. Well screw her and anyone like her. As an introvert that’s what I like doing and I do spend time with friend when playing video games. Friends I’ve probably known longer than she’s known hers! If she wanted to spend so much time with her friends so much then she shouldn’t work. Easy solution. Instead of criticizing someone else’s free time. Every time she would get with that bs I’d simply look her in the eyes and tell her my free time is just as valuable as hers and I didn’t give a flying fuck about her opinion on that matter. 
Another one that annoys me is when people say I only have a lot of free time because I live with my mother and she does everything for me. First of all, my mother doesn’t do everything for me. She only does her laundry and mine and cleans the house. She works from home so she can do all these things as she works and it ends up being more convenient. I spend over 40 hours going back and forth from my job and then actually being there so I don’t spend a lot of time at home. I eat at work so I don’t have to cook at home unless it’s my days off at which point I do actually cook. I’m the one that does the heavy grocery shopping since I love going grocery shopping and I buy enough food to last us for a month. Gas and going to the bank are things I do when I leave work or before I get to work. I’ve learned to manage my time around my work schedule so that when the weekend comes around I don’t have to leave the house at all and can spend those two days being a couch potato. And even on those days off I tend to be the one cooking and will clean a bit around the house and vacuum my room as I do have three very messy hamsters and one messy cat. So don’t come to me like “you have all that time because you live with your mom and she does everything for you!”  I just know how to manage my free time. And I pay any bills I have online. Normally through auto pay. I’m also not the type of person to buy clothes or shoes or any of those things and if I do buy them it’s online. I have amazon prime after all. 
Bottom line is, I don’t like people that criticize what I do on my free time or don’t do. You aren’t paying my bills or fucking me so your opinion is irrelevant and I will put you in your goddamn place of “mind your own fucking business”. ☺️ And even if you are fucking me or are even a family member I’ll still tell you where to shove that annoying opinion of yours. I’m managing my life perfectly well and you should learn to do the same 👀

I feel a memory creeping in my head  

It angers me since it reminds me of you

I clench my hands into fists

Wanting so bad to punch something

“Calm down calm down. Bury the anger”

I tell myself

My fists unclench

The memory keeps playing in my head

But there’s isn’t anger attached to it

Not anymore

I’ve buried the anger

And one day I’ll bury the memories.

Halloween. My favorite time of the year. This year I’m dressing up as a vampire. I’m wearing a black corset dress

With a black cape and some vampire fangs. My lips are painted a deep blood red color.
A friend invited me to a party he organizes each year.
I hop in the car and drive to this year’s rented house.


I get a cold shiver down my spine as I park outside. I’m positive that house is haunted. But oh well, there’s plenty of people here and the music is loud.
I head inside and look for my group of friends and start dancing with them in a circle. We are sharing drinks amongst ourselves and screaming and having a blast. They comment I should have put on some fake blood which I smile to.
I slip from the part and go to the back of the house where the woods are. I see a dark shape near the woods and I shiver. Maybe I should head back inside. As I’m opening the door I feel a hand grab me fast and pull me against them. A scream lodged on my throat and a hand reaches forward to shut me down.
I feel a stinging pain in my neck. I’m kicking and clawing back.
“Shh it’s just me, darling” purrs the voice close to my ear now.
I calm down immediately as I recognize the voice.
“Stephan” seeing I recognize him he goes back to my neck and licks the wound clean of blood.
“Darling, today is the day you join me. Drink my blood and become my dark bride.” He turns me around and offers me his bloody wrist and I immediately grab it and drink.
I keep drinking as I feel my body adjusting to the change and suddenly feel little fangs extend and bite down on Stephan’s wrist.
“That’s it, keep drinking but not too much. There’s still plenty of prey inside”
I perk up at that. Yes I can hear all the heartbeats and blood inside. No one is escaping.
I go around the house with Stephan locking all doors and windows from the outside. Only leaving the back door open so we may go inside. We both go inside and immediately I hear a scream. I smile, my fangs coming out. Today there will be more screams, I think as I grab the nearest person to me and bite down hard.

I must admit to having a guilty pleasure. Vanilla and normal. Get your mind out of the gutter!

I love watching dancing movies. Why? Cuz I suck at dancing but I love music and all it entails. Don’t start with the “why don’t you try?!” I have! I swear I have and I’m so horrible at dancing. I don’t have the rhythm in my body. I try to feel the music. I truly do. But my body doesn’t always react to it. Well...-cough- I might be lying. There’s some music my body reacts to but that dancing... I won’t show to just anyone. After all, it’s the type of dancing that will lead to bed or the floor or wall, whichever is closer. What does react perfectly to music is my voice and the song, the melody inside my soul. And I want to sing and compose music. 
So today I took care of my guilty pleasure and watched a dancing movie and it was amazing. The way they moved on the screen showed a story. A story I could only ever possibly try to put into words but never truly express with my body. 
My other guilty pleasure is sappy romantic movies. Specially when it’s about teenagers dating. They make it so exciting! And I never truly “dated” as a teenager. I was far too busy dating men older than I was(and therefore being an “adult”) and weren’t into being a crazy teenager and honestly while it looks adorable in movies thinking of doing any of that ever makes me want to throw up. And to be completely honest, I am a very boring person. I love being home playing video games and reading books(where I hallucinate for hours on end). I don’t want to go to the amusement park and go on the romantic Ferris wheel(terrified of heights) or the scary and brave haunted house(I get startled quite easily) where you cuddle close to your partner unless they, like me, are screaming bloody death. Don’t even get me started on rollercoaster. That one is a huge HELL NO. I’ll go on the bumper cars tho! And anything that spins really fast. But that’s about it. 
Since I’ve been recently trying(and failing) to put a song to all my blogs, here’s the one for this blog. 

Are easier than others

Some I can pretend everything is fine

But I know deep down it’s not

So I fool myself into thinking it is

Some days I wake up and all is right

I’m happy and at peace

Other days I’m angry and hurt

So I shove that deep inside

Because at the end of the day

I simply don’t care

And only I

Am the master of my own fate

Trapped in a world of my own making Stumbling
Falling
Trying to find a way through this madness
Always looking
Always searching
For something I don’t believe exists
Not anymore
Trapped in my head
With my own thoughts 
And my emotions
And my dreams
Will there ever be light
Only if I make it
I’ll break through 
I swear I will 
And I will join you in this world
And be trapped no more

For a few years now I’ve been listening to a band not many people even know exist. I don’t even quite remember how I even came across the band. I just know it’s pretty epic and doesn’t really fit any one music genre. The name of the band is Les Friction. Im currently listening to this song in repeat 

A few others I find myself liking a lot are 

Leaning against the wall to the kitchen I watch him move around cooking. He’s wearing the apron I bought him and he’s naked except for the apron as I’ve told him to do. I watch his back muscle flex as he moves around grabbing pans and ingredients. I love seeing him move, his muscle rippling, flexing. I love staring at his butt, so nice and perky and big enough for me to grab a hold of. I set up a gym in the house just so he could exercise. After all, he isn’t allowed to leave the house much. 
Slowly I walk to him and just grab his butt on a mix of a moan and a sigh. It feels so lovely to grab it. He jumps a bit not expecting me to just grab his butt out of the blue. 
“Hello, Mistress. Would you like some of the cookies I baked?” 
I stare at him. Is that even a question? Of course I want cookies. I love the cookies he makes. But I don’t say anything as today is one of those days where I won’t talk. I just let him read my body language. Still glued to that perfect butt. Mine. And damn whoever tries to move me from it. 
He reaches for a cookie and brings it to my mouth. 
“I’m home!” Screams George, my other sub, as he comes from work. 
“Welcome home” replies John. 
I don’t say anything, still plastered to his back and holding his butt. I have no plans to move from here. 
“what’s for dinner?” says George coming into the kitchen and giving me a fast kiss. This is our routine. A routine I’ve engraved into their mines after months of leaving him in constant chastity while I trained him. 
“I’m actually almost done. I made chicken wings with mashed potatoes and French fries. I also made white chocolate chip cookies for breakfast” I’m impressed by how good he’s become with moving around the kitchen with me glued to his back. Maybe I do this too often.. but I’m not changing my habit. 
George starts grabbing everything to set up the table while John struggles to carry the food. 
I grudgingly let go to sit down and start eating. I look at George and John eating and I think to myself ‘this is what true bliss is’

Ive been meaning to write a blog for a while but I wanted a story and while I found one I wrote in the past I’ve been too lazy to edit it. And today this story came to me. A perfectly blissful moment. 
Recently I’ve been putting songs with every blog I make so this is the one for today. Has nothing to do with the story but I was listening to it in the car and it reminded of how great this song is. 

So I’ve recently noticed a new type of sub. What do you mean a new type of sub, you may ask. Well I call them the “vacation” sub. Vacation sub??

I refer to a vacation sub those subs that just come and go. They spend some time with you. About a week or so. They go through the motions of meeting your requirements and what you want out of them. Then they just leave. I message them one day. No answer. Message them the next day. No answer again. So I stop. Then after maybe a week or so they come back. “Hey I was really busy cuz of work and personal life”. Hmmm I wonder if I have “idiot” stamped on my forehead. I decide to amuse them “yes I understand life can get hectic and it’s fine”. No it’s not but at this point I want to mess around. They stay for a while and things are cool. They do everything you tell them “send a video cumming”. “Yes mistress, right away”. Then the same thing. They up and leave. At this point I’m annoyed. After some time they come back around “yeah I’m really sorry mistress I swear I won’t leave like this again but there was something you said that freaked me out”. Am I a wall or something? I believe I’m friendly enough that none of my subs should be scared to tell me I said something that freaked them out. I want them to talk to me instead of just running! So I tell the “vacation” sub to find a new place to vacation. “No mistress I’m sorry please don’t leave me! I’ll do anything you want!!!”. Not happening. I’m not your mistress or anything for you. No, I don’t want anything you have to offer. No, I’m not talking it out now after a few weeks of you being MIA. Look for a new domme. I’m simply bored of your bs excuses and your desire to run. You’re either with me during the good and the bad or you’re out. 

I pull into the driveway. God I’m so tired. Too much bs to deal at work. I get out the car and beep the alarm. He must have heard as the door immediately opens. He’s dressed like a butler. The way I’ve made him dress. 
“Welcome home, Mistress” he smiles widely at me. 
For a moment I’m transfixed by his smile. He’s so utterly gorgeous when he smiles. The fact I love him probably doesn’t help with my fascination. I blink him back into focus and make a growl on the back of my throat and push him inside the house. 
He whimpers because he knows he has the predator now. I slam him against the wall and kiss him. Then drag him to my bedroom. 
Waving a quick hi to my other slaves as they too welcome me home. They will be joining in a few minutes after they know the beast inside me is calm. 
Throwing him to the bed I reach toward the chest I keep all the toys in and grab the strap on. Only this can take the edge off so I can be the calm and nice mistress for my other lovely subs. 
Walking back to bed he’s already in all 4 and makes eye contact with me. He knows me too well. He knows the darkness I carry. And he will take the edge off. 

I’d love some opinions. I’m not always the greatest writer when it comes to actual stories and I have a hard time conveying certain emotions at times.