The Confessional

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I am not really a dog person anymore. Having to leave my own border collie pup behind when I moved at 8 years old ruined the novelty for me.

But if I lost my cat....you wouldn't be able to drag me out of bed for a month.
 
Ooooo I like your stripes!! Who did those? Or self inflicted? Impressive if self inflicted....I don't actually think that it's possible to self inflict those....

*Tilts my head sideways, lost in staring at them*

no..um the Domma who inflicted those is a big strong girl ..who also happened to be PMSing at the same time I was really being bratty, not a formal thing but...

she started bare handed, then took a belt to me..finishing the belt with ten hard ones..I know she made me count..then she warmed up with the cane .i have now idea how many.. and finished with ten hard one I had to count and ask for..with the last three all together .the last one is the big welt you see right in the middle of my ass.and that ONE actually made me cry..*grins*
 
Thanks, guys. She's the closest I've ever come to getting to own a dog, and I'm just... I'm a mess >.<

My aunt and them all moved to Georgia a few years ago, so I've only seen Dax three times since... I think that's what bugs me the most...
 
I confess that I hate when everyone is sad, and I can't do anything to help.
 
You don't know me, Oreo, but I'm so sorry. Loosing a furry family member is so hard. *offers a hug*
 
*Gives Oreo lots of oreo's and cuddles*

Sorry darlin', it always sucks to lose a loved one, no matter what species! :( :rose:
 
I confess that I am typing one-handed because L'zzy demands my other hand for omnomming o.o
 
I confess...I really really can't fucking help myself but dear god it's hilarious!!
 
I confess, I am on a personal countdown and my skin is beginning to itch with excitement.

and I confess to admiring the hell out of the handiwork on someones pictures
 
I confess that I spent a goodly amount of my evening locked in my room with a half melted candle and a small brush, painting myself with warm wax.
 
I confess that I spent a goodly amount of my evening locked in my room with a half melted candle and a small brush, painting myself with warm wax.

*blink blink*

Okay, I'm actually not going to share the confession spurred on by this image.
 
I confess that it would be REALLY FUCKING NICE IF I COULD GET MORE THAN TEN SECONDS TO MYSELF A DAY *glares daggers at mother*
 
I confess that last night's photo shoot was awesome and I can't wait to see the final product. *wide grin*
 
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