My unexpected funhouse ^_^

     So I've noticed the need I've had to be objectified lately which before I started doing all this I probably wouldn't have seen that as appealing. I guess the fact still applies that if I don't find the objectification arousing it won't be appealing. Mainly the part of of being objectified I find alluring is to please by being used.That's probably why being a bimbo stop being funishment in part. (:p) Not that that has made it become used any less. In fact I feel that's the main point of my Dom and I's play to an extent.Whether it's the main focus or leading up to something else it's definitely involved. As evident with the recent blog entry with fractionation via bringing me in and out of triggers relatively quickly. Not that temporarily brainwashing me into mindlessly obedience isn't up there as well. *chuckles Since I have a tendency to sink into the headspace I'm in so it's basically the same as bringing me in and out repeated...

        As the title states this entry is a look at my latest induction. Only the first page of it so probably not likely going to get you into a light trance. But If you don't want to read it just avoid reading this entry. If you do take some time to settle in and read along. Feel free to comment. The finished product is going to be on mcstories.com just to let you know. Hope you enjoy ^^     Just imagine your thoughts are bubbles. Colorful especially when the light hits them in just the right spot. It's like kaleidoscopes of your favorite colors. You just can't take your eyes off of it for that brief moment.. Every thought distinctive to look at and get lost in when the light makes it all those beautiful colors…... Light as they float through the air despite the lack of breeze but you don't pay it no mind… After all it's so much easier to just watch all the pretty bubbles around you instead of worrying about other things…... ...

     So this is more serious post as I muse about stuff going to happen. Specifically my final year as an undergrad which is an insane thing to think about on its own. I'm slightly older than I thought I would be when getting to this point. Had a bit of struggles going along mostly because I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was to head to college. Plus the slight increase in freedom briefly went to my head following my first semester. So I had to fight my way back which seems to be a thing with me dealing with college period. It's either I'm strong throughout out or things start shaky and claw my way back up out of a crappy deficit of a grade. Either extreme I'm usually stressed as hell the entire time, making classes the thing I kind of dread despite enjoying the topics. With my senior year coming full steam ahead this is going to be my last year of this constant. Once I get handed my diploma comes the infamous question of: What's next?       ...