My unexpected funhouse ^_^

     So I'm like writing as like a bimbo right now and stuff. With all this like pink and fun stuff. I'm suppose to be writing about something....... Oh yeah it's like about being like this. It has not thinking and being horny and stupid which is like totally fun. *wishes I had gun to chew since hair twirling is like out pouts. I don't know what's more like fun being horny or stupid. Maybe it's like both! *giggles These letters are like the color of the stuff in my head that like uses space for like stuff. Not that I like use it since being horny is sooooooooo much more totally..... what's that like big word...... importent or something. It's especially fun when I get to like wear less stuff so I can have more fun being horny. I hope I get to be like played with after I like wrote this thing because it's so fun being a stupid fucktoy. Not that I get to actually fuck which I wish I could since like suckling a cock sounds fun about now. *giggles oops I

     So it's been not that long afterwards since this question was asked and I still get butterflies about it. The question being "would you consider yourself my submissive?". It was asked in the context of just how he'd hypothetically promote this little blog here (thank you all for reading it) but I got bit giddy about it. Of course not wanting to seem too overly enthusiastic about I was just like " yes I would " followed by a smiley face. Since I like him which he knows (not that I'm sure how he feels exactly and I'm nervous about the thought of asking) and being anyone submissive is something I take seriously this has got me acting like a girl who's high school crush just talked to her. But I guess this all because I wear my heart on my sleeve a bit, oh well. To be honest I'm surprised that question hasn't come up a little earlier especially when I've admitted to nearly calling him master outside of play (doubly so when he gets do

     She put the key in the door of the apartment, knowing she was late but excited regardless. After sweeping the lock of hair that suddenly decided to fall in front of her face, she turned the key in the door. Hearing the click of the lock unlocking, she slowly opened the door looking around the room until the door was completely open. This scan of the room revealed it to be empty currently which was odd. Maybe he went somewhere shortly and missed me showing up late,  she thought. She put her bag on the nearby table and turned around to shut and relock the door. As she was just turning the key in the lock she heard a familiar voice say, "You're late."  She suppressed the reflex to squeak at the sudden sound and turned around knowing who it was. "Couldn't resist the stealthy entrance could you?" she said with a knowing smirk. "Of course. It would be less dramatic to just be sitting there waiting." "You're such a tease. An evil one at

    So this post got a bit delayed in it's publication due to other fun stuff happening as you have read. Therefore I'm putting my serious hat on for this post and discussing a touchy subject for me personally.