corsets, movies, tangents
Master’s back home + deidre’s corset is here = deidre’s a very happy slave
Master returned on Saturday evening. deidre greeted Him by bowing down in the foyer as she normally does. This time though, instead of being nude, she was wearing her lovely new corset!
deidre did manage to take a few photos of herself. The first is just deidre in the corset, the second shows a glimpse of her rings.
she hasn’t written much about the rings lately, but they are pretty much healed as far as she can tell. Every once in a while she sits down wrong and one of them tweaks or two of them pinch together. if deidre is sitting for too long the rings become slightly embedded in her flesh and leave a little imprint, almost like grass does to one’s legs after sitting in it for a while. When deidre masturbates they clink together softly and Master enjoys the feel of them on His skin when deidre is massaging Him, sitting in His lap, or if His hands brush against her on accident. It’s like a sweet little surprise for Him. deidre thinks that He’s not quite used to them being there yet.
Last night deidre and Master had a bit of a movie night. We/we started out watching Pump Up the Volume. Master had never seen it, and it had been 10 years or so since deidre had.
Off on a side note for a minute. How horrible is it that deidre can actually say that she hasn’t done something in 10 years? Most of the time deidre doesn’t really think about her own age. she’s only 28 after all, but occasionally something pops up, or deidre says something, and it reminds her that yes, she is a “grown up” now. Man, having those 2 little words apply to yourself sucks.
As deidre was saying, she hadn’t seen the movie in quite a while. When she was a teenager it was cool. she was just like the high schoolers in the movie, wanting to assert her individuality while at the same time longing to fit in with everyone else. Now that she looks back on it though she can’t related to it in the same way. The best parts of the movie are the music, and, of course, Christian Slater. Yum. The voice, the eyebrows, the little nuances, the half naked Christian Slater man-boy laying out on the grass. Wow.
Um…anyway. Obviously there some things that a girl never grows out of. Being in lust with Christian Slater must be one of those things.
The second movie We/we watched was The Island, thanks to k8ydid’s recommendation. It was really good. deidre was surprised. It’s a movie that she’d never heard of until a week or two ago, and it had no previews (which is usually a bad sign) but it reminded deidre a lot of a research paper that she did when she was in High School. The movie took deidre’s idea a few steps further, and it was a little different, but if deidre had thought out her plan more it could’ve easily evolved into something similar to The Island.
One of the actors in the movie was Steve Buscemi. deidre doesn’t know what it is about him, but she would love to fuck him. He’s not attractive and deidre’s not turned on by him physically. He has a really great singing voice, which may be part of it, but deidre thinks that it all started with the movie ConAir.
There’s a scene, after the plane crashes in the middle of the desert where Steve Buscemi’s character ends up talking with a little girl. deidre hasn’t seen the movie in a while but if she remembers correctly it’s implied (or could be stated out right) that his character is a child molester. Something about those moments where we don’t really know what’s going to happen between him and the girl struck deidre right in her libido.
Now, she’s not saying that child molestation is a good thing. Not at all. In reality deidre thinks that every single one of those Mother Fuckers ought to be slowly tortured with blunt instruments until…oops…no more ball and no more penis. Someday deidre will go into her own personal experiences involving the sick fucks. There is something in deidre’s own fantasy mind, though, that becomes excited at that loss of power, or abuse of trust, or just the wrongness of it all.
she used to watch LMN specifically for this reason. she’d lie back after watching a molestation/rape scene or something and cum over and over thinking about it, putting herself in that situation. Imagining herself slammed up against a wall and forced by a stranger, clothes torn, face slapped, hair pulled, called every “dirty” name in the book, and then taken hard, fucked, raped by someone who has no right to even touch her in that kind of way.
It used to make her feel guilty. One of he first times it happened was when she was 15 or so and reading The Clan of the Cave Bear. Reading the rape scene made deidre hot, wet and excited. At that point deidre was still a virgin, though she’d been playing with herself for about 7 years. she hadn’t ever even kissed a boy or touched him, “down there”. she was pretty innocent. her own rape (another story which deidre will probably write about in the future) wouldn’t take place for another year, but the thought of it was exciting. Even after she was raped the thought of being forced in a consensual kind of way turned her on.
It’s a fantasy that’s grown from a simple violent rape to something involving abduction in a dark parking lot, being kept chained in a dark wet cave while man after man uses her, leaving her weak and dripping cum when their finished. Perhaps even being locked somewhere a cabin in the middle of nowhere or an abandoned train car, just waiting to be used. Perhaps after weeks, months, or years, she’s released, perhaps not. The fantasy changes depending upon deidre’s mood, but the underlying feeling of helplessness is always there.
Now, she’s not saying that child molestation is a good thing. Not at all. In reality deidre thinks that every single one of those Mother Fuckers ought to be slowly tortured with blunt instruments until…oops…no more ball and no more penis. Someday deidre will go into her own personal experiences involving the sick fucks. There is something in deidre’s own fantasy mind, though, that becomes excited at that loss of power, or abuse of trust, or just the wrongness of it all.
she used to watch LMN specifically for this reason. she’d lie back after watching a molestation/rape scene or something and cum over and over thinking about it, putting herself in that situation. Imagining herself slammed up against a wall and forced by a stranger, clothes torn, face slapped, hair pulled, called every “dirty” name in the book, and then taken hard, fucked, raped by someone who has no right to even touch her in that kind of way.
It used to make her feel guilty. One of he first times it happened was when she was 15 or so and reading The Clan of the Cave Bear. Reading the rape scene made deidre hot, wet and excited. At that point deidre was still a virgin, though she’d been playing with herself for about 7 years. she hadn’t ever even kissed a boy or touched him, “down there”. she was pretty innocent. her own rape (another story which deidre will probably write about in the future) wouldn’t take place for another year, but the thought of it was exciting. Even after she was raped the thought of being forced in a consensual kind of way turned her on.
It’s a fantasy that’s grown from a simple violent rape to something involving abduction in a dark parking lot, being kept chained in a dark wet cave while man after man uses her, leaving her weak and dripping cum when their finished. Perhaps even being locked somewhere a cabin in the middle of nowhere or an abandoned train car, just waiting to be used. Perhaps after weeks, months, or years, she’s released, perhaps not. The fantasy changes depending upon deidre’s mood, but the underlying feeling of helplessness is always there.
Well, THAT was not where deidre expected to go. It’s Monday, her day off, and she has quite a few things to do so she should probably stop sitting here in front of the computer, getting herself all hot and bothered.
