Slavegirl Sissy

I wrecked the family car this week.

It was unarguably my fault. I was preoccupied with my own thoughts and drove right through a red light. Lemme tell ya, I felt awful for the poor tourist who hit me.

As for myself...well, I am physically uninjured. And the damage to the car doesn't actually seem that bad; a smooshed rear passenger door and side panel. But the car is so old that it seems likely our insurance company will opt to pay us the blue book value rather than shell out to repair it.

This wouldn't be such a bad thing IF we had the funds to buy a replacement. The car has the automotive version of leprosy anyway. Plastic bits you'd never think were important - like door handles and dashboard knobs - have disintegrated in the hot Florida sun. There's a fossilized mass of gunk that used to be a vanilla milkshake welded to one floorboard, and dents on the hood and roof from where our son (the autistic one) thought it would be fun to play atop the car with a brick. The trunk won't latch and is held shut with a bungee cord. The cheap self-tint film some previous owner applied to the windows is peeling off and starting to affect visibility. If we had the money to replace it with something in better shape I'd be shrugging the whole incident off with a "c'est la vie" and being grateful that nobody was injured.

But we don't. All we have is the pittance the insurance company will pay us for the car.

And the thing is, it's worth a lot more than book value to us. Despite its issues this car is THE reliable transportation not just for Izzy, myself and the kids but also for my mother, tia and his roommate. There's little chance of finding an equally reliable replacement for what the insurance company will pay us. So what should be a minor crisis, easily remedied, becomes a potentially major catastrophe. (And this is what the alleged "recovery" looks like to those of us who are clinging desperately to the lower edge of middle-class.)

It's ironic because I am one of those people who's a fanatic about obeying traffic laws. I'm the sort who will sit through a red light at 3am when there's obviously no traffic for miles because IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO. So naturally the one time I fail to pay adequate attention results in a collision.

But the biggest irony? The thoughts which occupied my mind so much that I failed to mind the road were worries about money.

A favorite shot from my most recent shoot:



I love my pretty purple toenail polish and how deliciously suckable my toes look. I love the shiny silver chain twined through them. I love the way you can see the marks from my fishnet stockings pressed into my skin. But most of all I love that you can see everything...and yet nothing at all. It's pure tease.

I've lost count of the number of times other Ladies have asked me about these boots, so I decided they deserved their own blog entry. And hell, as long as I'm doing sissy shopping tips I might as well throw in some for the Dommes too, right? I am a VERY good shopper; I can find quality bargains like nobody's business. Being poor your whole life teaches you things like that.





The boots are from the Ellie Shoes brand's Penthouse line, and the style was (most improbably, imo GRIN ) called "Chastity". They came with a set of red laces as well as the pink and you can easily interchange them with any ribbon you like.

These boots are FANTASTIC for women with big calves, which I'm sure is why so many Dommes want to know where I got them. With two sets of laces all the way up each leg you get a perfect custom fit. My pair were purchased through Amazon (A birthday gift from tia! XOX to you sweetie, I adore them.) but you might find them anyplace Ellie brand shoes are sold.

This would most likely include your local sexy-stuffs shop, as Ellie Shoes are really made for strippers. And this is the second reason why these boots are fantastic. Because lemme tell you, strippers have a serious NEED for pornstar-sexy shoes that are also sturdy AND reasonably comfortable.

Yeah, you heard me say that, COMFORTABLE.

I acknowledge that there are Ladies whose individual bodies make any heels out of the question. But I have arthritis, plantar fasciitis, and a bad knee from a nasty auto accident some years ago, not to mention the whole being fat thing, and I can STILL walk around for hours in real stripper heels. Which is NOT something I can say about most fashion brands.

Shoes actually made for strippers also tend to be cheaper than comparably-styled fashion brands. And because they are, after all, the shoes actual strippers & pornstars wear they get JUST the right response from the subbies too. You know, spontaneous erections/wet panties and blatant drooling. It's a win-win-win.

Heh. I'm not affiliated in any way with Ellie shoes, but looking back at what I just wrote maybe I ought to be. I'm obviously COMPLETELY sold on the virtues of shoes designed for strippers. But just in final fairness let me mention that there's a few other brands (Pleasers leaps instantly to mind) that are also very good. And for the same reasons.

p.s. For the Tgirls - both Ellie and Pleasers brands often come in sizes up to ladies 15 - which would fit a size 13 guy!

You may have noticed that I like boys in panties. And today I am especially liking these two...



What is it about the sight of a hard cock in tiny, sheer pink panties? I don't know really. It's just so...perverted. And yet still soft and pretty, not like that whole macho black leather dungeon aesthetic that pervades so much of the BDSM scene.



p.s. I'm still not feeling very verbal. Until my mood changes this blog will continue to publish lots of porn pics/videos and not much in the way of philosophical ranting. Yeah, I know, what a tragedy. ;-p

Being a sci-fi geek girl I have a lot of fantasies involving geeky stuffs. Like mad scientists and tentacled monsters and shit. So when this video from Divine Bitches came across my radar I had to take a peek...



I have to admit it's pretty hot, in that slickly-professional big porn company kind of way. I love the bit where they have him bound to the light table with the saran wrap and are taking turns fucking & flogging him. And I'd LOVE to see more Mad Femdom Scientist movies. Wouldn't you?

Of course MY version would be different. For one thing, the women would not be skinny porn model types. (Though to be fair these Kink.com Ladies are more realistically sized & shaped than the average porn starlet.) And draining him of his sperm to use in reproduction? Forget that! I have ZERO sexual fantasies that involve me winding up with more kids/housework, lol!

No, I would be doing some kind of genetic engineering/nanotechnology thing...maybe altering his jizz to be gourmet chocolate-flavored...or no, I know, make it into a euphoria-inducing drug I could sell on the black market...

Um, yeah, my mind IS like this all the time. ;-D

It's a day late I know but in honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day 2010 I give you this...