Showing posts with label WEIRD SEXUAL FEELINGS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WEIRD SEXUAL FEELINGS. Show all posts

Sunday, February 27, 2022

A PERVERT ROBOT HELPED ME WRITE STRICT JULIE FANFIC!!!

Hi there, Functionals! I started another blog post about a week ago, and it's taken a lot out of me emotionally. I'm still at the shitty home with no movement date in sight. So frustrating! I do have other big news, but I'll share that next time.

What I have done in the last week was find out about InferKit, the neural network that generates further text to continue a passage you give it. It seems to be super smart; it'll generate different continuations even if you put the same text in two different times (or, indeed, countless times)!

I wrote a story starring Strict Julie, as I am wont to do, first letting the robot chip in (or microchip in, wokka-wokka!) and then giving it more words as it built up my trust. By the end Of let the robot write almost half the story, letting it carry on when it was on an interesting tangent.

To begin with I rewrote the beginning of Julie's last family dinner, thinking that would give us room to manoeuvre. I have since coloured the robot's contributions in scarlet. I hope you enjoy it!

Sunday was dinner at Julie's parents' house. They generally got told about all her more serious misbehaviour-based spankings. This is something she felt she wanted as part of her spanked wife status from the start: that extra reality (and, yes, extra embarrassment) of trusted others knowing. Sue and her girlfriend Amanda would be there as well this week. Everyone present would be in her inner circle. Amanda had mainly seen (and participated in) David being dominated by Julie and Sue, but she knew the full story of Julie being a spanked wife as well from Sue. Julie's parents did not know that the three women played with David in this manner; only that Julie was a spanked wife and that David did his best to keep her under his thumb.

Little prima donna that Julie was, when she got to the table where lunch was being served she made a show of wincing as she sat and saying "ouch." There was very little acting required!

Sue knows when her little sister is fishing to be embarrassed by her spankings and took the bait. Right in front of everybody she asked, "Oh my. Look at you sitting. Did you get a spanking just now?"

Julie turned bright red. "Yes, it's true that I was spanked by your husband for being in his way. As you can see," she said, turning around in her chair and showing her bottom to everyone at the table, "he likes to take care of his wife."

Julie's mother let out a gasp of shock; her father grinned but made a joke of partially shielding his face whilst peeking through her fingers. Her husband, David, barked "Put it away, Julie!," and her sister Sue giggled and pointed out a particularly nasty bruise to her own partner, Amanda.

"I assume she meant she was getting in your way?" Julie's mother asked David. As much as she loved her daughter, she had to admit there were times she could be very airheaded, getting confused by things like which traffic lights represented what, whether doors were open or closed, and who was bound by which marital vows.

"That's right," said David, "I spanked her for disturbing me whilst I was watching my spaceships show on the television. Still, I made it up to her later on. Tell everyone what we did that night, Julie!"

Julie blushed and said "Come on, David, I want to hear about it." She squeezed his knee affectionately and smiled shyly.

David waited while the younger members of the household were served their lunch, talking happily about the various upcoming trips and changes they had in store. When everyone was done, Julie said, "OK, then. Let's get started, shall we?"

It was now early afternoon, the group were relaxed, and Julie's nephews had taken their lunch into the living room where they were taking it in turns on a noisy video game. As Julie's mother opened a fresh bottle of wine David started telling about their sexy evening together after Julie's well-earned spanking.

 "Well, Julie was feeling the pain in her bottom, naturally, and was a bit stressed out after a lengthy stay in the corner," David said. "I decided to run her a nice hot bath with lots of bubbles! Well, after keeping her company a little bit she got a little feisty and decided I should get in the bath with her! And, well, Julie, you should tell them what happened next!"

"Ah yes, I was getting her to take off her clothes whilst I soaped her up and, well, as I was shaving her bottom, we got a little carried away," he said, pausing to let his audience of one digest the last part of his story.

"Can we, David, please go on? How did you get her in such a state of arousal?" Sue asked, anxiously taking her own hand out from under the table, where she had been rubbing Amanda's thigh. She was the only one paying attention, the other guests were pretending to cover their ears as David casually revealed how Julie's shapely bottom was hairy enough to require regular shaving.

David took a sip of his wine and carried on, a little annoyed at how Julie was failing to contribute. "I'm not entirely sure; I don't think she fully understands it herself. A spanking always puts her in the mood for sex a little later; I think because it makes her feel seen and paid attention to, and also because she finds it sexy that I could really hurt her, but don't. It's as if she put her body and her mind up as collateral and gambled with her vulnerability, both mentally and physically. And the bet paid off, so she needs to celebrate."

"That's really interesting, David, I've never thought of Julie's identity as a 'spanked wife' quite like that before," said Julie's mother. "Tell us, Julie, do you have any other fetishes  you'd like to tell us about?"

"Oh, yes!" said Julie. "I am definitely aroused by anything that involves a penis; for example, I'm really turned on by having a penis being stroked in my hand. I like it when a man kisses me on the cheek or behind my ear, but really want to make him go down on me too, although I'm not really confident about that myself. I think it's because my own husband hasn't been very good at giving me oral."

David spat out his wine in shock as the other diners laughed at this revelation. "You've never complained before!" he exclaimed, feeling his face go red from embarrassment.

"I'm sure you just need a little course-correction," said Amanda, trying to play peacekeeper as Julie's family howled with laughter 

"I've got some tips for you David!" Julie's father offered, causing her mother to slap him with a napkin.

"Doug!" she exclaimed, a little embarrassed but also a little bit smug. Turning to her daughter Julie once more she said "I'm sorry to hear David's been letting you down. Are there things you've been doing to stimulate yourself sexually?"

 Julie paused before answering, then admitted "You know, I have a passion for oral sex!" she said in a conspiratorial tone to her parents, whispering, but only just.

"Well, if you'd like to find out more, Julie, I can show you the best way to please a man in bed, and make him cum inside you!" her mother suggested as David started to blush again at this new source of amusement for his audience.

"In that case, you'd better let me have David to myself," Sue teased, patting him on the arm.  "Amanda and I can talk you through the finer points of eating pussy!"

"Hang on a second!" said Doug. "What do you expect me to do whilst you're all off giving each other tips for the bedroom?"

Julie thought for a second. "I can't really get David to help me with my hairbrush?" she pondered, her face flushing red in embarrassment once again. "I'm sorry David, you can't come in the shower with me either?

"Oh no," David replied. "This isn't about getting wet, it's about you giving me a quick explanation of your fantasies. I think you'll get a good idea of what makes a woman orgasm when you listen to us."


As he said this, his eyes locked onto his father-in-law, who was looking perplexed. Doug couldn't help but think David had misunderstood Julie's comment about coming in the shower, but decided to focus on the comment she had directed to him.

 "You'd like me to give you a hairbrush spanking, to show David how a real man does it? Well, I can do that, though your bottom looked plenty sore enough! Well, let's do this!"

 He moved his chair away from the table in order to accommodate his daughter over his lap. Julie got up from her seat and took his hand, leading him to the centre of the dining room, her face bright red.

He sat down across from her, and helped her take the pants down off her legs, then watched as she struggled with getting her jeans and knickers off. She was obviously finding it difficult, and he became a little concerned when she just stood there. He realised she must have the same problem getting out of jeans.

He called her over to the sofa, where her nephews were still playing their video game. "Help me pull these jeans off your auntie Julie, please, lads," he said, taking his daughter by the waist. "I don't want to have to remind you twice!"

Her nephews began to tear her jeans, her boyfriend's clothes, panties, shoes, bra, socks and everything else off her body. She hadn't noticed this, having her eyes focused firmly on Doug who was standing by the sofa, watching the activity.

He had an understanding of the realities of puberty, and understood the way a young girl's body reacted to it. His erection had not disappeared. He took a cushion from the couch and thanked his nephews before taking his daughter by the arm and leading her back into the dining room.

Doug sat on his chair once more, put the cushion over his lap, and addressed his daughter once more. "Enough playing around, Julie. If you want me to give you a spanking then this is your opportunity."

He sensed disappointment from his daughter. She knew she had crossed a line by talking so frankly with Sue and Edna about their sexual preferences for others in the living room last night, and despite Jenny's invitation, Sue knew that Jason was not alone when he asked her for 'show and tell'.

Doug held his head up high and delivered the firmest of whacks. "What is there I should give you a little better swat than 'Emily' do," he asked, repeating a phrase that one time he'd heard in a poorly dubbed Swedish film. Julie let out a little yelp of pain. She hadn't realised how drunk and inappropriate she had been at her parent's book club meeting the previous evening. Had she really harassed Edna  about her sexual preferences when they were discussing td works of Douglas Coupland? And why had she agreed to play Strip Poker with Jenny, Jason, and that other guy?

Julie felt very embarrassed as her father continued to spank her naked in front of her closest family. David and Sue were smirking at the site of Julie's naked bottom.

"What do you think I should give you a spanking that might make it worth more?" he enquired as he brought his hand down again. "Oooohhhh!" Julie yelped as she squirmed a little, trying to escape the big hand.

Doug dropped his hand for a moment. "No, no, no. 'Emily' only requires one swat, does she?"

"No sir," replied Julie.

"I think you're right, 'Emily,' you require many more!" Doug said, bringing his hand down hard for a number of spanks in quick succession. "But we're forgetting, you wanted a hairbrush spanking, did you not? Let's give that a try."

 Julie's mother handed him a hairbrush to use on Julie's throbbing bottom. As he applied it to her reddening skin, Julie's face was still lit with anger, but now she was also with embarrassment. Her bottom must have been a perfect red colour. The brush stung like a motherfucker, and Julie yelped even harder.

"Julie, I'm very disappointed in you this morning. I saw your little conversation with Edna and Sue in the living room last night, and it was all quite inappropriate. I want you to be honest with your parents, so if you feel like you want to ask your dad for a spanking any time in the future then do so, you have my full blessing," said Julie's mother. " Is there anything else we should be doing to punish you on occasion?"

"NO, I'm sorry, Mummy," replied Julie. "I just don't know how to get control of my tongue sometimes."

She felt her dad pat her bottom, and said a little awkwardly, "My daughter needs a spanking. I should be in charge of this. My other children also have a curfew, and we have to get up at six o'clock to get to work on time. What do you think I should do about your drunken behaviour last night?"

Doug was gentle as he spanked Julie's bare bottom. He spanked the same spot many times, and Julie's eyes were full of tears. Eventually he decided she'd had enough, and stood up to give her a hug. She gave her mom an apologetic cuddle too, wishing she could put some clothes on.

"Sometimes when Julie's been naughty I punish her by sticking things in her bottom," David volunteered. "Julie, why not list six or seven things you've had pushed into your bottom hole?"

Julie shook her head. "I don't know how to explain that to people." She started crying. "Why did I say that about Edna and Sue?" she wailed.

"I'm sorry, Julie," said David. "I'll tell them that you told us the truth, and that you were just feeling a bit lonely. And there's no need to be embarrassed about talking about something like that with your parents, is there?"

"No, I'm sorry, Mum," said Julie, wiping her eyes. "It's just not something I usually talk about. It's private."

"Well, we're all family here, nobody is going to judge you. Would it help if I told you some of the things Doug and I have pushed up my butt?"

Julie nodded, and David continued, "My favourite was when Doug did an interlude during the spanking, and pushed his penis right up inside me. It was really nice! I think it's quite special that you're talking about these things with your parents, isn't it?"

Julie's mum smiled. "I can think of one other thing you should mention," she said, fingering the bottom of her daughter's underwear. "My son pushed a spade bit right into the centre of your bottom hole once too, and you have a nice scar from where it splintered."

 Julie was shocked, she hadn't realised her father had anally penetrated her husband whilst she was bent over awaiting further spanking. "It is nice to talk about these things," she agreed. "May I get dressed again, or is someone going to stick something inside me?"

"It's a bit wet in there, isn't it?" her mum joked.

David laughed, "Yes, but it won't hurt if you get used to it." Julie asked to be left alone, and went to have a shower. After she had cleaned herself up, she got back into her pyjamas and went back to bed.

"Wow, that was a naughty behaviour, even by your standards," said David. "Julie, I believe that you will need to be spanked again for it."

"I don't know about that," replied Julie. "My bottom is so sore right now."

"It is very sore," her husband agreed. "Is there something else you would rather we did?" 

Julie thought for a moment. "I'd like to have a kiss and cuddle with you, if you're up for it."

David's eyes sparkled. "I'd love that, love."

They were lying side by side, kissing and caressing each other's naked bodies. She reached over and unfastened David's trousers, and gently pushed them off his legs.

"Oh, you naughty boy," David laughed, sitting up to give her his jeans. "Can't let you get them off, can I?"

He pushed them down, and Julie was treated to the sight of the most enormous penis she had ever seen.

"That's my baby," she exclaimed. "It's so big, but it's really soft, isn't it?"

"I know it's big, but I don't mind," replied David. "It makes me feel so happy to see you this happy. And it's lovely to make you happy."

Julie was admiring his penis. It was unusually long for a boy, but not unusually long for a grown man. She also noticed that he was the only man she'd ever met who had very, very hairy balls. She guessed that they would be knobbly, as they were already hairy and hard.

She reached forward and began to stroke them.

"Hey, this tickles!" said David, laughing.

"It tickles a lot," Julie told him, grinning. "I've never felt anything like this before!"

"I know. It's quite exciting."

Julie was revelling in feeling his penis on her hand. "It doesn't really feel that soft to me, I think it's a bit strange," she explained.

"It is strange," agreed David, smiling. "I suppose if you're used to having smooth skin on your hands, then it might be odd to feel my big, hairy, hard balls and surprisingly rough penis. Well, good night!"

 He turned off the light, and Julie lay there naked, thinking about the afternoon she'd just had. One thing was for sure, she was definitely going to sleep with a pillow between her legs!

When Julie awoke, it was still very dark. She could smell coffee and bacon in the kitchen.

"Is that breakfast ready?" she asked.

"It is now, love," her husband replied.

She got up and headed downstairs, still naked. 

"Looks like someone had a good night," Sue said sarcastically to Amanda, who giggled appreciatively. Julie sat with them at the table, helping herself to breakfast food.

They were all completely surprised when David joined them, dressed in tattered pyjamas. "Where the hell have you been, you madman?" demanded Janet

David stood up and smiled at the women. "What are you looking at, you twat?"

He put on a very obvious smirk. "Shove your camera away, woman! It's not even warm outside!"

David headed into the kitchen, and Janet followed him.

"Oi, you're not off the hook that easy, man!" demanded Janet.

David was about to reply when Julie entered the kitchen, as naked as the day she was born. "Who is this woman?" she demanded.

David stared at her for a moment before saying, "This is Julie."

After seating himself at the table, he continued, "She has come to stay until tonight, then she'll be going back to work."

Julie looked at the four of them, smiling in amazement. How did they ever find an attractive single girl without revealing themselves to all and sundry? 

 "Oh really?" she asked seductively. "And what do you suggest we do until then?"

 David smiled, sure that she would like his answer, as would his sister-in-law and her girlfriend. "We are all going to watch a film, then you're going to show us a few of your favourite scenes."

Julie was confused. "A film? Aren't most films performed at home?"

David held up his hand. "No! How can it be performed at home when you film them at your place? I won't let you forget this."

Sue strode towards Julie and slapped her. "You stupid slut, after reading about my own fiancé just today, you couldn't manage to ask him who he was or why he was marrying a lesbian. I can't believe your arrogance! What are you going to do to make this up to us?"

"I think the first thing I need to do, before you come up with any more ideas, is to find the most expensive prostitute this side of the planet!"

A knowing look came over her face as she left the room.

David called after her, "She was real! Have a look at her photos. And how big are her tits, to be honest? Are they big or are you just greedy?"

Sue leaned over and thumped him hard on the back of his knobbly balls, causing him to double over in pain. "Don't let your idiot wife wander the streets of Toronto naked and looking for a prosititute! What kind of an idiot are you!?"

David called after her. "Julie, you don't need a prostitute! Amanda, Janet, and I will do whatever sexual acts you like, on film if necessary! Just tell us what we should do!"

Julie came back. "I know what I want, and it's this: David, Amanda, come with me to our suite. Amanda, leave the porno and copy Pete's stories to a disk."

"David! We'll check the disks before we do anything!" called Janet.

David stood and smiled, looking at his sister-in-law and her girlfriend. Neither of them seemed as upset by his nudity as the rest of his family did, but that could just be because they were naked too. Although he doubted it, the tattered pyjamas he had been wearing were very unflattering.

Amanda put down her porno and set Pete's stories transferring from her laptop to an external hard drive. She went upstairs to join the naked married couple, and Sue was hot on her heels. Janet stayed downstairs, doing some IT work.

"Well, here we are, Julie, naked and in private. What now? " asked David.

"Now, I want to start with some pillow talk." she replied.

David nodded. "All right."

"We're all going to start our pleasuring in this position." she continued. "Me on top. Okay? David, you lie on your back with the pillows under your head. Okay?"

"Okay."

"You'll notice some signs of arousal already, I think."

As she sat down, Amanda hit her switch in her side office. Immediately a whirlwind of erotic films fluttered past her screen: frolicking young girls in stockings and garters, sado-masochistic blow jobs, sweet lovestruck boys reading great literature, voluptuous women in expensive fishnet stockings, and then a crucifix being slowly raped by a hooded headless man.

Julie noticed the moaning boys on the screen, and then gave a shudder. She swung around on the couch so that her upper body was visible for sure. "If I could say just one thing we should all remember after the adventures of the last 24 hours it would be this: the next time I look at my pretty husband, I'm not going to see a sissy man who wants to emasculate me. I'm going to see a man-woman who loves to fuck and/or please. Because this house isn't about possessions; it's about celebrating life together."

Then she gave her loving family a big hug, and fell asleep knowing she must be one of the luckiest girls in all of central Canada.

The End


What do you think? Pretty uncanny in places, right? Bring on the Singularity!


Eat Peace, Motherfuckers! ✌

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

DOING THE LAUNDRY: STEAMY SUPERCHARGED EDITION

Hello, Function-y Bunch! Hopefully this will be the last time I write to you from Shitbox Care Home PLC, as I am due to move on Wednesday! But before I get to you with the positive things that have been going on I felt I needed to address the latest post from my friend Strict Julie on her blog, titled Doing the Laundry.

I was enthralled reading it. It's a lot darker than most of what Julie writes, and her husband David treats her pretty appallingly throughout, although Julie is clearly responding to it physically and not using her safewords. She's more than capable of sticking up for herself if she thinks a line has been crossed. The scene involves a hand spanking followed by oral and vaginal pentration. Julie is teased constantly for her high libido and for acting like a horny freshman away from home for the first time rather than a career woman in her forties.

At the end it's revealed that the scene had been established beforehand, and that David was playing a part. It's something of a bait-and-switch, but it's a relief to have it verified that David was chasing the game of a scene rather than being monstrous for no reason

Here's my issue with the post, though:

Nobody does any fucking laundry!!!!!

What the Hell? There's talk of laundry that needs doing; in fact a pair of trousers get stained and David specifically mentions they will need to pre-treated before cleaning, but then this tantalising plotline is abruptly dropped! Chekhov would not approve!

The only other mention of laundry comes at the very end of the story, when, after being spanked and fucked or whatever Julie ends with "I have laundry to do."

I don't know if she thinks that by mentioning laundry twice she reaches some threshold for minimum viable product, or if she is just trolling her readers, but I think she's better than this and that she should write with integrity rather than using sexy clickbait titles to drive up her readership. How is this a post about "Doing the Laundry?" Imagine if Waiting For Godot ended with Vladimir and Estragon deciding "We have Godot to wait for!" Ludicrous.

I wrote to Julie in private saying I thought she was above using cheap tricks and gimmicks to drive up her page count, and rather than showing remorse she went through a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth act, pretending she didn't know what I was talking about, and that she wasn't trying to drive up page views. I'll let you, the reader, be the judge, but I think we all know how sexy laundry is and launderers are.

Coincidentally, I happen to have experience working as a launderer! As such, I decided to write a continuation of Julie's story using some of my expertise to help her out. Like all stories involving dry-cleaning equipment, it ended up being pretty erotically charged!

Saturday, December 25, 2021

JULIE'S CHRISTMAS EVE HUMILIATION

 First things first; I'm still in the shithole care home, there is a bed waiting for me in the good one, but the respiratory teams from the two different areas need to sign off on a plan of action to get me there. Should be early new year. I cannot wait!

I've had one episode of hamster heart since I last wrote. It was early morning, and happened a little before shifts changed for the staff here, which complicated things. It took a while to get a nurse to my room, and then she refused to call an ambulance, even though my pulse was at 235bpm! She told me an ambulance wouldn't come for me because they didn't come for her friend Dustin when he had a heart attack. What the fuck? My care is in the hands of a nurse who doesn't believe in ambulances!

I called an ambulance myself, and they asked if I had access to aspirin. I rang my call bell and asked a care and she told me she wasn't able to give out drugs. I told her that I understood that, but to ask the nurse if the house had access to aspirin. The carer went, came back, and told me I wasn't prescribed any. I told her that wasn't what I needed to know, and repeated the operator's question. She went off again, and came back asking to speak to the operator directly. She then said the nurse had given her a phone number that emergency services could call if there were any more questions. She then left me alone, taking my phone with me, and cancelled the fucking ambulance, unbeknownst to me!

Luckily it resolved itself quarter of an hour later, and the day staff nurse gave me my phone back, but seriously, what the fuck?! I was hoping I did have to go to hospital, and to need drugs to stabilise my heart (which has happened before) or even defibrillator (I haven't needed that before, but I came on so close, I signed off the paperwork and the anaesthesist came to measure my throat for a tube; another ten minutes and I'd have been on the table!). Fuck, I'd have happily died in the back of a hypothetical second ambulance if it meant the house would get investigated for negligence, and that fucking nurse had to explain why she turned the ambulance away from a tachycardic patient in her care.

This is the main thing I don't get with gun control, and allowing people to carry a gun around 24/7. I could never do it, because within a month I'd shoot myself in an act of passive aggression. Merry Christmas!

Anyways, between my crazy heart problems, fighting off a new round of cellulitis and my breathing issues, plus depression from finding my sentence at this place had been extended, I've been pretty shattered for the last couple of weeks. I will finish off the whole Stinky Lips thing at some point, I promise!

Anyhow, today's Christmas. I'll be spending it alone, but there's a family Zoom at some point, so that'll be nice. My parents have given me my presents; three scratch offs and these magnetic rings, which are kind of a "fidget toy," I guess? The magnets aren't particularly strong, or fun. Better luck next year, I guess!

Not great!

The other gift I've received is a box full of three random smellies and a flannel from the home. Given that I'm bedbound and need to be strip washed it's not a very sensitive or practical gift. A bottle of bubble bath is pretty much useless to me!

I've mentioned before on here that gift giving is very much a part of my love language. I don't always know how best to express how much I care for the people I love. My brother complained to my parents a couple of years ago that I was going overboard getting presents for him and his girlfriend; my theory there is I was making him look bad! I definitely give more to the few people I do give presents to than I get in return. I don't care; I love finding the perfect thing to let someone know that I see them and value them. I've bought Snowball a couple of presents she seems genuinely happy with, there is more en route, I can safely predict she will be thrilled!

I asked my friend Julie from the Strict Julie blog for an address to send her a present, but she asked me to write a story about her and publish it here instead. I don't know why I'm bothering, with any luck her face is buried deep in her friend Paula's asshole right now, and will remain their until this Epiphany! Still, I thought I'd knock something out for her, and for you reading this! Merry Christmas!

Sunday, November 28, 2021

THE BALLAD OF STINKY LIPS - PART 2

 Okay, so I re-opened this smutty behemoth, and the first thing I noticed was it's big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to this shit. If you read the first part, viewable here, then you'll have read roughly 3,000 words. That doesn't include my preamble where I tell you about my birthday, my failing health, and my life in this shitbox care home. If you read the porn element of this post too, you'll have read a further 2,000 words, give or take. If you'd spent your time instead reading George Orwell's Animal Farm, you would be one sixth of the way through it! The same is true of John Steinbeck's Of Mice And Men. Feeling pretty good about your life choices, are you?

Never fear! As a reward to you, loyal reader, I give you permission to outright lie about whether or not you've read either or both books. If anyone asks what you thought of either tome, just say "It was a little too heavy-handed for my taste," or "I get why it's important, but personally I found the message to be a little too on-the-nose." You're now effectively 55,000 words in credit - The Malfunctioner will not be beaten on value!

Today was the last Sunday of the month, so I treated myself to my monthly takeaway. I bought a pizza, and due to Papa John's crazy pricing structure, bought 2 sides and a small bottle of drink as well, because that wound up being £3 cheaper than just buying the pizza! Then they were out of all their drinks, so they said I could have a large one for free next time because they can't give partial refunds! How about just selling the food with an honest profit margin rather than trying to fool our dumb capitalist brains into thinking we're making a great financial decision just because we've ended up with a few thousand calories we didn't want? Why do all these places offer Buy One Get One Free deals and never half price 'za?

What else... Ooh, I saw Last Night In Soho, and while it won't have the rewatchability of Edgar Wright's other movies, it looked great and had some great performances, and despite a couple of creepy images it was about as scary as Doctor Who at its scariest, and less gory than the goriest episodes of Buffy, or the new Chucky TV series. I did love this shout out to my corner of the world and the town my parents call home:


It's an old gag, but it lands well here! As far as I know it's legal to share clips of movies if you comment on them like this, but I'd love a cease and desist, so e-mail me for my address if you're a fancy Hollywood lawyer and want to send me one. The ball's in your court!

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

STRICT JULIE WELCHES!

A man goes to visit a psychiatrist, and after a little while the psychiatrist decided to give him a Rorschach test; showing the patient a series of ink blots and asking what he sees in each of them. The patient looks at the first one. "That's a woman on her knees, blowing two guys." He looks at the second. "That's two couples, each having sex in the wheelbarrow position." He looks at the third. "That's five guys in a daisy chain, jerking each other off."

The psychiatrist puts the cards down. "It's obvious to me," he says, " that you have something of a dirty mind."

The patient frowns. "I've got a dirty mind? Come on, doc, you're the one with a drawer full of dirty pictures!"

I was reminded of this little joke when chatting with my friend Julie, of the newly rechristened Strict Julie Spanked! blog. I value our friendship a lot, but we met through unusual circumstances (I commented on her blog with some of the things I would do with her if she were my sub, she told me how gushy her little pussy was getting thinking about it) and our relationship goes through unusual cycles. Specifically, if I go too long without trying to make her knickers fizz then she'll try and provoke me, a little like an infant testing the patience of her caregiver, seeing if they'll carry on allowing the naughty behaviour or if they'll take the child over their knee for a spanking. Once Julie's been put back in her place we're firm friends for a couple of months.

I noticed a couple of these little provocations recently, though maybe I'm reading too much into it? Well, tough luck if I am, Ms Delmar, as you're getting a healthy dose of humiliation regardless!

I should preface this by saying that way back in March Julie posted a story I had written for her on her site, and made a big show explaining exactly how theatrically she had masturbated to it behind her husband's back. I posted my own blog stating that this bragging about cumming to my writing behind David's back seemed sketchy, and if she was going to use me as a secret source of real world pleasure then she should balance the scales with some real world punishment too. Only fair, right?

I knew I was flying close to the Sun, I have no real authority over Julie, and the obvious moral thing would be to confess to her husband exactly what she'd been up to and let him handle it. Still, at this point everyone was acting on the assumption that David doesn't ever read Julie's blog, and it was certainly fun pretending to take her in hand in his absence.

Well, at first she was gung ho to prove that she could take the punishment I'd prescribed for her, but I wasn't surprised when it never actually happened, and eventually she acted as if no deal had been made. Well, no harm, no foul, I never reached out to Julie expecting to have any physical influence over her or to find out about her personal life. The fact she'd decided to cum reading my stuff was amazing all by itself. However, I was a little irked by this little exchange we recently had in the comment section of her blog:

Me: I've just noticed you called me your god friend! I wonder what Dr Freud would say about that! You are absolutely **not** allowed to correct it! ✌

Her: Ohhhhh!

Maybe it's like a God Father. You must now see, as my God Friend, to my moral upbringing.

Me: I think I tried that a couple of times, to minimal results! You realised I have no real power over you, and missed out on a lot of fun! 😜✌

The job sounds like hard work, you're a good person with a big heart but, to paraphrase your post, you're a stubborn little fuck when you want to be! Never dull, though!

Her: "Stubborn" is my super power 😊

Okay, so maybe she had forgotten about our little arrangement in the heat following some ill-thought-out comments she made on an earlier post, and then paid the price for! When I reminded her of my attempt to "see to her moral upbringing" and how dismally I'd failed she brushed it off. Fine. But then she had the audacity to post a blog entry named "Cornertime Pics" that was breathtakingly audacious.

Skipping back to our exchange in March: Julie had read my blog and written a nice lengthy e-mail, starting by suggesting we were "virtual fuck buddies!" She then followed it with this one-liner, dripping in disrespect:

Oh, and I'm supposed to ask you about a punishment?

Well, with that attitude I decided to skip over any thoughts of leniency - reading up on her most recent punishment it doesn't seem to have sunk in that taking her punishments with decorum may earn her a little clemency! I wrote back as follows:

I think you deserve a little punishment, yes.

I think the next time you know your husband is going to be away for a while you should send me a quick email to let me know your punishment is starting. You should spend forty minutes in time-out with your nose against the wall and your arms by your side, one of your dildoes in each hand. Your bare bottom should be on display for the empty room. You can set an alarm for forty minutes to let you know when you're done, and you can spend that time thinking about how bad a spanking you need to administer yourself, now we know you are capable of doing so. You know your limits and what a proper punishment feels like, so you can judge this for yourself.

One you've come out of the corner and given yourself a quick spanking you can e-mail me to let me know you're done and I can give you a couple of quick questions about your punishment so I can gauge how contrite I think you are. I have a notifier set up so I always know when I'm getting e-mails, and I can prioritise your punishment over whatever else I might have going on so David doesn't have to find out, since you kept your pleasure-making a secret from him too.

I think this is firm but fair, and well within your limits. I was obviously playing it up a bit on my blog, but I do feel a little bit uneasy knowing you went to such great lengths to try and impress me, and this will let me know that you genuinely care about my feelings rather than just using me as an excuse to indulge your exhibitionist streak.

I'm aware you have your safewords, and there's nothing to stop you from telling me to fuck off and get over myself, but I have a feeling you'll rise to my challenge.

Let me know if this is acceptable to you, and I'll get to work on that story I thought up as a reward.

What Julie didn't know at the time, and will only find out when reading this, was that I was intending to ask her if she was still horny upon completion of her punishment, and would have told her to rub one out if she was. I'm all heart, that's my problem! As embarrassing as corner time is for her, I thought it would be even worse doing it for nobody's benefit, dildo in each hand, bottom pointed at nobody in particular! I was glad to see she was taking me more seriously when she wrote back:

FORTY FUCKING MINUTES???? Are you FUCKING insanse???? I don't think I've ever really done more than 10 minutes of timeout (I might have exaggerated a bit for my blog...).
Ooooooooohhhhh.

yes sir... it might take a while until I have that much alone time again, what with COVID and all still on. But i will do it (forty FUCKING minutes...)

Ha ha ha! Looks like I'd scored a direct hit! They say when punishing a bratty child with a time out you should give them one minute per year old they are... Seems it works for forty year old troublemakers just as well as five year old ones! Well, like I said, I'm a big softie, so we had the following exchange:

You certainly have exaggerated a bit for your blog, I thought I was letting you off a little easy! You can yellow out a little if you're going to be a big baby about it, but then I'll be expecting a very severe self-spanking, including with the Muskoka paddle you used to pleasure yourself with; and I'm sure that your husband will notice your sore little bottom if that happens. Plus, though I won't share the specifics of your punishment, I'll have to let my readers know that my first punishment was too much for you, and that I had to let you plea down, and I know you don't like people seeing you tap out...

I'll let you decide, but I'm delighted you're taking this seriously.

A big virtual hug for my favourite sub,

Tanks.

Respectfully, but Fuck you, Sir. I'm doing the full 40!

That's my girl! Let's call it forty-one, though, to discourage you from swearing at me.

Phew! Was expecting to have to wash my mouth out with soap for that. 1 minute extra  only. Got off easy!

And that's basically where we left it. I sent her monthly "reminders" that she got less and less interested in. When I warned her I was thinking of spilling the beans about the whole sordid affair and letting my faithful Functionistas know what a big 'fraidy-cat wimp she turned out to be then she wrote me the following:I

I guess my reluctance is more that I feel being put in the corner is a prerogative reserved for my husband, as punishment. Somehow, for me, more intimate than being fucked for fun, you know?

Maybe if you take this angle, explaining my reluctance, it would be ok to give me a well-deserved tease.

Very convenient that she's found a moral philosophy that allows her to be "fucked for fun" and to diddle herself stupid with no comeuppance, elaborately and without her husband's knowledge, but to shy away from making it right! Consider that me administering a "well-deserved tease," and know that I hope she has enjoyed this trip down memory lane.

But why share this now? Well, like I said, not only has she suggested I take a firmer hand in her moral upbringing, but her Cornertime Pics post was ridiculous! In it she had reposted 48 pictures uploaded to another blog, seemingly without any formal consent from those photographed (you'd have thought she'd be more careful after her run in with Miss Chris!) Under each picture she'd written a caption explaining a feeling the picture evoked in her or the larger scene she imagined playing out. She specifically asked readers to pick out their favourites and comment saying why, so I did. I also clarified that one model was not holding something between her thighs as suggested:

33, 25 & 47... You can imagine 47 with her laptop or tablet letting her blog readers know how naughty she's been!

Nothing between 32's thighs, the care instructions are hanging off the back of her panties, has this tripped you up? Don't tell me you cut the care tickets off your garments, I'll have to think of a fitting punishment for you, on behalf of your local dry cleaner!

Laughing at the timings you've prescribed for these poor girls, knowing they would probably break you!

I was more than a little surprised by her response:

25 looks like a British girl. 33 and 47 are being humiliated just like you like them to be. And I'll defer to your expertise on 32, that's a big tag!

Oh I know re the timings. Especially the poor teen I had in the corner all day long.

Let me be perfectly clear as to what had just happened: This bitch had found a site that posts nothing but pictures of adult women experiencing corner time, signed up to it, stolen nearly fifty pictures, uploaded them all to her blog, captioned each and every one, and now she has the nerve to kink-shame me?! Aren't they all being humiliated? Isn't that why your pussy got all tingly staring at them, imagining what could be happening behind the scenes? Sorry doc, but you're the one with the dirty pictures!

I knew this aggression could not stand, and that I would have to embarrass her appropriately once I was in the right mindset. I think I've probably done a good job. Feel free to give her some (harmless, good-natured) razzing in the comments!

And it's absolutely the manufacturer's care label. Maybe they just run smaller in Canada!




Peace!

✌

Thursday, June 10, 2021

PASS THE TISSUES; WE ALL HAVE PARENT ISSUES

 Hello Malpals! Recently Julie of Strict Julie Spanks wrote a post touching on some of her daddy issues, and Lion of the Male Chastity Journal posted his thoughts on mommy/daddy issues on his own blog. As today is my mum's birthday I thought I could share a little of my own thoughts on the topic.

First, an update on my health situation. I haven't gained or lost any body parts since my last post. The parts I have remained more or less the same size, save for one vital organ; I was feeling very horny after sleeping for the best part of five days! I've heard the orgasm referred to as "la petite mort," or "little death." The term generally refers to the brief feeling of euphoria and weakening of consciousness that we experience after cumming. I've also heard of the phrase being linked with the shame you can feel after achieving orgasm. I used to feel that, sometimes, in my late teens and early twenties (as I've said before, I was a very late starter!). Professional downer Arthur Schopenhauer said "directly after copulation the devil's laughter is heard." It's probably worth noting that the syphilitic misery-guts was shagging a 19 year old dancer when he was in his mid-thirties, so your mileage may vary!

Arthur Schopenhauer, notable grouch and creator of the Hedgehog's Dilemma

For me it has a different connotation; sometimes I orgasm and it's fine, if a little anto-climactic, for want of a better term. Other times it will feel like all the oxygen has left my lungs and I'm left gasping for breath. I sometimes put on my CPAP machine before tossing one off; other times I find myself scrambling for it afterwards. It's concerning, but not enough to stop me from jacking it. I may be smart in some ways, but I still let my stupid animal brain do a lot of the driving. I've definitely had a couple of the latter type of climax early this week, but sometimes you just have to crank one out, you know?

Sunday, April 25, 2021

IS TODAY MY ROCK BOTTOM?

A fun quiz question for all you punk rockers out there: What do I have in common with the 6th album from Guttermouth?

The album in question

Saturday, March 27, 2021

I CONVINCED A GIRL TO TRY ON A DIAPER!

Cross that one off my bucket list, Functioneers!

I mentioned in my last post that a young lesbian had seen a post I had written on Reddit's Dirty Pen Pal thread sharing that she had a diaper fantasy of her own and reached out to me a few days after I put up a diaper based prompt. I don't know why she chose me to confide in, all I'll say is I'm fucking glad I did! The original post I got from her is as follows:

Hey I saw your dpp post [You Mal-Pals can find it here, the two paragraphs above the photo of the lady filling her diaper!] and honestly I would love to chat with you!

I have recently been kind of attracted to the idea of diapers. Mostly due to the control and care aspect I feel like they would provide. I feel like the control aspect is obvious. The person taking care of me would essentially have control of my hygiene. The care aspect would mostly be all of the little stuff like the diapering, powdering, washing, inspecting and what not, which is almost like pampering.

I guess there is also the whole private humiliation thing going on as well. I'd be wearing a diaper which is honestly rather humiliating but just we would know about it.

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

STRICT JULIE PUNISHED AND HUMILIATED

Hi Mal-Pals! I've done very little over the past couple of days besides sleep and watch feel-good TV. Does anyone else remember Alphas, the SyFy series from a decade ago? Can you believe it's been TWELVE YEARS since the Sci Fi channel switched their name to SyFy? As a great man once said, (will say?) "Time makes fools of us all!" Anyway, it's a series that holds up really well, with great practical effects and realistic human characters. The character of Gary is the best written and acted depiction of autism I've ever seen, and I was surprised at how well I remembered certain scenes a decade later.

I spoke a little more with my Bumble match but she is growing tiresome with her very short answers, writing one word for every six or seven of mine. I've given her space to tell me more about herself but she only answers direct questions, and with as little detail as necessary. You may have noticed that I can be quite loquacious once my tablet is in my hand, but I don't want to feel like I'm prattling on or interrogating her. Still, no harm, no foul.

I haven't reached out to anyone else on Reddit but I've had a couple of messages from the "reverse sissy" and plenty more fun and games with Stinky Lips and Babycakes. They're like a dirty sub yin and yang! I did have a 23 year old lesbian reach out to me to say she saw the post I shared here before, and that she had been fantasizing about being placed on diapers, attracted to the feelings of control, care and private humiliation. She shared that she has a partner that would love to do it for her but they have been separated by COVID as the partner is out of the country doing research, and they'll be apart for at least another month. She confessed that she had bought herself some diapers but had been too embarrassed to try them on! I wrote her back, but only a few hours after she messaged me. I hope she'll get back in touch tonight.

Saturday, March 20, 2021

ART REFLECTING LIFE, LIFE REFLECTING ART

Art is probably too strong a word, but you get the picture! I'm still playing around with Orange Envelopes of Love and am bloody loving it! A quick bit of housekeeping before I get on to the good stuff!

Frequent commenter and Channing Tatum body double j.stern asked if I could describe some of the care home residents and staff. I can only say that I have a room to myself and have yet to meet any other residents, and that after six months I haven't really made much of a connection with the staff. I keep the door shut because I'm often watching something NSFW on my laptop. It also shields (but doesn't block out) an alarm that sounds whenever anyone on this floor (at least 18 beds that I know of) need assistance with anything, and is therefore going almost constantly during the day. My room is also adjacent to a laundry, and I can hear it going even as I write this at ten to one in the fucking morning!

Staff come in every two hours between 6pm and 6am, so I leave a lamp on constantly so as not to be disturbed by the change of light at these intervals. During the day I get a wash, meals are brought to me and dishes collected afterwards, pills are administered and I ring for a urine bottle or bedpan when needed. The staff all wear face masks and plastic aprons due to COVID-19 (although they're all tested and inoculated) which makes it hard to learn names and faces. The staff is overwhelmingly female, with a couple of male nurses in charge of drugs and all-female carers in charge of everything else! Because of where I live they're almost entirely white, also.

Thursday, March 18, 2021

QUICK HEALTH SCARE, QUICKER EROTICA

 Hello my little Functionistas! I hope you're doing well! I've had a rough day, though I should make it clear that has absolutely nothing to do with my vaccination a couple of days ago, which was absolutely fine.


I've been feeling a lot more tired than usual over the past week, something I've mentioned on a couple of recent posts. Well, today I slept pretty much all day after staying awake all night. I told one of the carers I was feeling spacey and she just jokes that she'd have some of whatever I'm taking. (She'd have to put a little time aside, I take about 18 tablets daily!)

When they woke me up for dinner I soon felt weird. Sweating profusely, blood rushing to the head, acutely aware of my hearing - I recognised the signs and, sure enough, my pulse was too weak to feel in my neck, another indicator of supra ventral tachycardia. As I've mentioned before, I have experienced this phenomenon six or seven times, so I know what I'm talking about. This time it didn't fully happen, I could feel my body fighting it and I never passed out. Previously my heartbeat has gotten as high as 277bpm, or hamster speed, but today by the time the nurse got here it was down to 97bpm.

I say by the time the nurse got here: I told a carer I needed my pulse checked and they went off to find the nurse manually rather than ringing the emergency bell. I don't want to be over dramatic, but if there's a problem with my heart it's probably best to deal with it sooner rather than later. I've had to go to hospital with this on multiple occasions; how bad would you feel watching me get driven off in an ambulance knowing you left me lying there with an irregular heartbeat for twenty minutes rather than ringing the bell? This time it was mild but until it clears you don't know how bad it's going to be - one episode a little over a year ago was bad enough that I signed the form acknowledging that they needed to shock my heart and that I could die as a result of that. It sorted itself just as the anaesthetist came to measure my throat; ten minutes later and I'd have been shocked, Chev Chelios style.

Tuesday, March 16, 2021

PENPALS, NEW & OLD!

 What up Mal-Pals? Hope you're all keeping well! I certainly am, I had my second COVID-19 jab today and am looking forward to longer visits from my parents, the occasional takeaway (I've had one slice of pizza in the past six months and it fuckin' suuuucked!) and hopefully some physiotherapy, finally! I had my first jab on New Year's Eve, my arm felt heavy for a couple of hours, like I'd been lifting weights, but other than that it was all good. This time I didn't even have that, I barely felt the needle going in, then after a few seconds it stung for a couple of minutes, and now I'm 95% immune!

I joined a couple of fetish dating sites, figuring if disabled dating wasn't going to work out then maybe I should play to my other strengths. Brief first impressions:

Fetish Dating UK - Seemed promising but fun by whoever's behind SingleDisabled and Genuine Disabled Singles and God knows what else, and uses the same fake introductory message gimmick to tempt you into shelling out. (Ultimately it's a company called TheHubPeople, though they seem to have a ton of pseudonyms they use to "power" various sites.) I am never going to give those assholes any more of my money, especially seeing they haven't even removed the scammer I reported off the site, she is still listed as email verified and a VIP member (so she's paying to use the site - I hope she's making a loss!).  In fact, when the scammer first messages me the site vouched for her as such: [SCAM_GODDESS] is a regular member of this site. Please be wary of members pretending to be Admins and attempting to divert you from the site or take payments from you. More on my con artist friend and her giant arse later!

Sunday, March 14, 2021

I MADE A KINKLIST!

I was going to celebrate Mother's Day, and my father's birthday (which is also Mario day, so that's fun!) by sharing my history of mental illness and the worst thing I ever did to my parents, which is also the worst thing I did to anyone. But I'm still not feeling 100%, and when I do it's going to take a lot of emotional bandwith. On top of that, my Wi-Fi connection still sucks shit, so I want to keep this relatively brief. I'm just about ready to snap my tablet in half as it is!

Well, it turns out today is also White Day, or Steak & A Blowjob Day, a chance for those of us lucky enough to have received Valentine's gifts (or dirty stories) to return the favour and show how much we care about the ones we love (or occasionally e-mail)! If you're unfamiliar with this tradition then you'd better hope your admirer is too or you may find yourself in hot water!

With the focus of the day being reciprocity and satisfying needs, I may as well share th is kinklist I made after reading a post on Reddit (more on that in another post!). Today's also Pi Day, but I don't have anything for that, other than that this is a chart, but not a pie chart. Like I said, I'm feeling kinda spacy.

Thursday, March 11, 2021

STRICT JULIE GIVEN AN ENEMA AND PLUGGED!

Hey there Mal-Pals! Do you like your new collective nickname? I may also be referring to you as Functionistas, because that seems like fun too.

Apologies for the bait-and-switch headline, today's filthy, filthy content has nothing to do with the real-life punishment that Strict Julie will be undergoing for my benefit, or her new series of articles entitled Grown Daughter Spanked, Diapered, and Given an Enema! My laptop is still refusing to connect to the care home's Wi-Fi, so I'm still writing to you on my tablet, which is less than ideal! So I decided to share a story with you that I have already written.

I wrote it when I was reading her second book, and it was going to be the story she used to introduce me on her blog before she changed her little mind. In her book the naive young Julie Delmar is introduced to anal sex by her old-school Christian husband David, who prepares her for his meaty cock by cleaning her out with a fleet enema and stretching out her delicate hole with three different sized butt plugs (used in sequence, not all at once!). This story is a sort of fan fiction based on the book that supposes the God-fearing Mr Delmar is less familiar with the ins and outs of assplay(!) and so Julie turns to her deviant older sister Sue for help.

Tuesday, March 9, 2021

PUTTING MYSELF OUT THERE

This morning I was feeling very lonely. This isn't something I often deal with; I lived a pretty isolated existence before I was bedbound, and have intimacy issues, so I've rarely worried about loneliness or a need for contact in the past. You can't miss what you never had, right? Wells, so far this year I've done a lot of soul-searching, and started taking some very effective head meds, and there have been a lot of very rewarding positives I've experienced as a result. I think feeling a little bit lonely may be the first negative to come from dropping my emotional baggage and altering my brain chemistry with duloxetine and amitriptyline (I'm on the good stuff!). I'll take it. And I have felt this way before, but today is the day I did something about it.

Tankerton Latch, table for one!

There are a few factors contributing to my feelings of isolation today:

  • I saw my parents yesterday, so I won't have any visitors until next Monday. 
  • My brother's working the late shift so there's no family Zoom this week.
  • I had to deal with the one cleaner here who's kind of an asshole first thing - lack of privacy and being unable to set your own schedule are the worst things about being in hospital or a care facility, there have been hospital stays I was underperformed for that felt a lot like doing time.
  • My laptop isn't connecting to the care home's erratic Wi-Fi, so I'm using my tablet to surf and write this, which is less than ideal.
  • My friend Strict Julie has agreed to my real-world punishment, a ridiculous development that just two months ago would have seemed about as realistic as me becoming a space tourist.

Sunday, March 7, 2021

A MORAL DILEMNA & EXTENDED "TANGLED MUSINGS"

 As you're probably aware, my spiritual patron Strict Julie not only posted a story I wrote for her on her wonderful site, but she also graphicly described in some detail an elaborate, hedonistic masturbation session she indulged in. I was incredibly flattered and more than a little aroused. I poured over every word, putting my immediate reactions in a comment as I went. It was very public but also incredibly intimate, with Julie not only sharing how she pleasured herself physically but also how my words were affecting her mentally. Unlike the last Julie story I published, this one was pretty much all my fantasy, modified slightly to fit in with some of the other fantasies being posted by her fans. (Julie is very special to me and there's a lot of things I like to imagine her doing, but sucking off a retiree isn't one of them!)

 When Julie told me she was going to post the Larry story I thought it would be fun to share some of the things I'd written into the first story because they are my go-to turn-ons, and some of the things I'd included in the second story specifically to try and tingle Julie's pussy and dampen her panties. When I saw she had edited my story down I thought it would be good to post the full story here, with the deleted scenes highlighted for those of you who don't want to read the whole thing again, as a sort of director's cut. But before I get to that I feel like I need to address something that's been weighing on me today, now that the afterglow of the original reading has worn off.

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

FOND MEMORIES AND SWEET DREAMS

So in yesterday's blog I revealed that I was something of a late bloomer when it came to the art of onanism. My body was ready for years before I worked up the nerve to, well, crank one out, and I spent years both falling asleep and waking in a state of arousal. I remember having a fair number of wet dreams but I thought all us guys did; it wasn't until years later I learnt that, despite what you might have been told in sex ed class, in the real world nocturnal emissions are fairly rare, most guys using up their resources during the day.

I have two vivid memories of the actual content of such dreams, and they are both ridiculous. The first dream prompted me to get angry at myself for being so pedestrian; I had literally dreamed that I was browsing an honest-to-goodness porn site and admiring the pictures, an activity so wildly selfish and shameful and exploitative that there's no way I'd have had the courage to do so in real life. Now I'm telling the story for the first time it's obvious my subconscious was fulfilling my literal fantasy of looking at a picture of a naughty lady like I'm sure every other boy my age was. Still, back then I couldn't believe that was the most imaginative scenario I could come up with.

Sunday, February 21, 2021

WINDOW SHOPPING: THOUGHTS INSPIRED BY THE CELL MATE CHASTITY DEVICE

I thought I'd share a discovery I made a couple of weeks ago that I've been thinking about on and off since. I know some of you were hoping for more "kink content" (shout out once more to the delectable Ms. Julie of Strict Julie Spanks!) and I think this qualifies. Don't expect much real world shenanigans, this will essentially be a summary of thoughts I had after a quick jerk-off session and my endorsement of an old porn video. This is the ride you signed up for, folks!

So like I said, it was a couple of weeks ago, and I was feeling a little rambunctious, and realised it had been a good long while since I had read any accounts of hessian clothing used to spice things up, and that I was rather in the mood for some. It's probably worth mentioning that the Wi-Fi at the care home I'm staying in absolutely sucks shit and won't really handle streaming video, so I've been looking at a lot of photos and reading a lot of stories and video descriptions. It feels very naughty, a feeling heightened by the knowledge that a nurse could come in at any time unannounced, to check on me or give me meds. It's a lot like when I was living with my parents after dropping out of university.

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

WHY START A BLOG; WHY START IT NOW?

Because I need something to keep me busy until they make a new season of The Watch.

I kid, I kid. The Watch is terrible, but I felt obliged to see it because I'm a massive fan of the books the show is based on. I needed to watch the series the same way a parent that's told their child has drowned might want to see the corpse.

Wokka wokka! I have a deeper connection with Fozzie than I do most people
Starting your blog with a joke about a child drowning? Bold choice!

So why start it for real? Good question! Turns out there are SEVERAL REASONS! Let me break them down for you:

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