Like a Diamond My Kink is Forever

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My Warm Blanket

Posted Tue, 12/22/2009 - 20:02 by missjada

Goodness has it been that long since I have taken down my blog? It feels like ages to me. Months literally felt like years. Yes, I made a promise to myself that I was going to get back into writing in my blog so here I go. I have been out of the scene for what seems to be an entire season. The reason why I took a break was purely personal. Nothing fetish related, no busts no meltdowns. Well maybe some meltdowns but purely vanilla so they don’t count. Lol

Fact is a lot has been going on in my vanilla life that I just needed to step away for a moment and focus on things like family. I am sure many of us go through something like that where the vanilla world demands so much attention that you just need to take a break from the things you love in order to get things straight in your vanilla life. It sucks it really does. So, I took a break from being everyone’s ever loving Jada and focused on my vanilla life. It’s amazing how hard that really is though. You feel like you are pushing a part of you away and when you have time to finally put that skin back on you almost forget what it felt like. Well my friends, it feels so fucking good lol. Oh, I missed myself! I feel like I just took a warm blanket and wrapped my cold self with it. MMMM.

I am sorry to those who may feel that I have neglected them, but sometimes I tend to suffer from tunnel vision. Where one thing is going on and that is all I can focus on at the moment. It’s not that I am selfish or self centered or just don’t care. It’s that if something is going on in my life I have to mend it. Something has got to give. I am sure they are many out there who are reading this knowing exactly where I am coming from. Thank you. .

Shoes glorious shoes!

Posted Thu, 04/23/2009 - 11:32 by missjada

There is a volcano of shoes developing in my closet. I fear that it will one day erupt and take my sanity with it. Many of them in boxes, some lined along my bed. Some with a long history which expose a small part of my past. Others hinting at my dark secrets. Calling to me aching to be worn again.

In any event, I must organize it all. Yes! I need a shrine erected where I can display all my shoes in a neat and orderly fashion. Where each pair can get the praise they deserve and the care they need. Each shoe snuggled away in it's own little nook. Safe, protected and loved. I think it is time to visit the container store and build my little show shrine.

Stapled by a Wolf

Posted Thu, 04/09/2009 - 12:12 by missjada

I just returned from a Tes workshop for Piercing and stapling given by the very sadistic Dottie Wolf. Amazing! Her precision with piercing was simply astounding. In but a few seconds of time her piercings made a way into a lovely tapestry of punctures, flesh, steel and even blood. I couldn't help but get caught up in it all. It was wonderful playing with needles again. Like an old love who's passion is reignited in their embrace. I could have spent hours just putting in one after the other.

After the piercing was the stapling. Why have I not tried this sooner? Ah, yes because I thought it would be more intense than piercing. Not to mention I didn't have the proper tools. Well that is going to change as I will order my own staple gun. The limitless designs you can make with not just the staples themselves but the ribbon! Oh, the ribbon! Yes, I loved it so much I stapled myself and it was wonderful! The feeling was amazing and yes I did get aroused from it.

Overall a wonderful workshop.

Now, I am very much looking forward for my next workshop, cutting. :)

Probe your pickle

Posted Wed, 04/08/2009 - 16:13 by missjada
I just got my very first Urethral Dilator set and I can’t wait to use it! Who would have thought that a little old me would be so interested in stretching slave’s pee holes? Lol. I am! I started reading up on so much and taking care of a lot, that the next thing I have to do is have a sexy experienced Domme give me a walk through. Reading can only get you so far, I want to be shown. I want a slave before me offering his body for my education. I want to know what he is feeling and what goes on in that little head of his as I use it. I want to know all I can know when I probe his little pickle.