The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

[the captians wench]

My boobs are very bouncy today and my hair is flat and lifeless.

As if I wasn't dreading this day enough.

And now I'm working 9-6 instead of 1-10 like was planned, so I can't prep a healthy dinner like I was going to because I got the call last night after I had already gone to bed.

*pouts*

I'm ready for a vacation or holiday or something.

 

[seela]

He hates it when I count the days. I guess I'm afraid that if I don't count them, they'll just fly by and I won't even notice.

That said: 5 whole days and one morning.

 

[Lizzie_Borden]

Every time I see Kurokami's nick, I think of Kokomo instead.

And then I sing it.

 

[kiwi_submissive]

Every time I see Kurokami's nick, I think of Kokomo instead.

And then I sing it.

Can we sing a Duet

 

[Lizzie_Borden]

Can we sing a Duet

We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slooooooooooooooowwwwwww.........

 

[kiwi_submissive]

We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slooooooooooooooowwwwwww.........

Thats where we wanna go, way doooooowwwwnnnn in Kokomo

 

[Kurokami]

Thats where we wanna go, way doooooowwwwnnnn in Kokomo

Oh jeebus...

See, I don't even know this song, and I feel like I should be joining in, or something

 

[redslady]

Oh jeebus...

See, I don't even know this song, and I feel like I should be joining in, or something

Ummm, Beach Boys??? Kokomo??? Thought everyone knew them. Here, this will get it stuck in your head for you http://youtu.be/DWRqPpppQG4

 

[BiBunny]

Aruba, Jamaica....

(Sorry, I know it's a duet, but I couldn't resist.)

 

[redslady]

Can we sing a Duet

We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slooooooooooooooowwwwwww.........

Thats where we wanna go, way doooooowwwwnnnn in Kokomo

ANNNDDD Thank you very much ladies Now I know what ear worm will be playing in my head all day, lol.

 

[Kurokami]

Ummm, Beach Boys??? Kokomo??? Thought everyone knew them. Here, this will get it stuck in your head for you http://youtu.be/DWRqPpppQG4

Okay yeah, I know the song, just not the title. And the lyrics didn't connect up in my head to that, either.

And I don't know whether I should take a little responsibility for this whole thing, but yeah, now it's worming into my brain too. Damn my contemptibly similar nick!

 

[kiwi_submissive]

Aruba, Jamaica....

(Sorry, I know it's a duet, but I couldn't resist.)

The more the merrier. It's a awesome singalong song.

ANNNDDD Thank you very much ladies Now I know what ear worm will be playing in my head all day, lol.

It could be worse. It could have been Barbie Girl. People give me very odd looks when i start singing "I'm a Barbie Girl"

 

[Kurokami]

It could be worse. It could have been Barbie Girl. People give me very odd looks when i start singing "I'm a Barbie Girl"

Oh no, why did you have to go and mention that song? It's an ear worm with hooks! It's an ear hookworm.

Usually I'd just play Still Alive, from Portal, to de-worm my brain, but I don't know if that's going to cut it this time...

 

[redslady]

It could be worse. It could have been Barbie Girl. People give me very odd looks when i start singing "I'm a Barbie Girl"

Yeah, but at least that song fits this thread, lol. Love the part that goes... "Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees"

Only know it because I have two daughters that played it over and over and over, etc.

 

[the captians wench]

I want to die or kill people one!

Evil cramps from hell.

I'm near tears and I have to go in and smile and fake happy. And it's only my second day in this store.

And it's a heavy one too.

*sobs* I just want to take one of the muscle relaxers I stored up after my accident and go back to bed.

 

[kiwi_submissive]

Oh no, why did you have to go and mention that song? It's an ear worm with hooks! It's an ear hookworm.

Usually I'd just play Still Alive, from Portal, to de-worm my brain, but I don't know if that's going to cut it this time...

Our job here is done

Yeah, but at least that song fits this thread, lol. Love the part that goes... "Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees"

Only know it because I have two daughters that played it over and over and over, etc.

I am embarressed to admit I know all the words and I don't have any daughters.

 

[kiwi_submissive]

I want to die or kill people one!

Evil cramps from hell.

I'm near tears and I have to go in and smile and fake happy. And it's only my second day in this store.

And it's a heavy one too.

*sobs* I just want to take one of the muscle relaxers I stored up after my accident and go back to bed.

*hugs* close your eyes and breath deeply and try and go to your happy calm place.

It's so difficult to force yourself to go to work and be happy when you feel like your whole body is about to explode like an overripe melon. It's especially difficult to be nice to people as well when all you want is to cuddle up in bed with someone running around after you.

 

[Babyslave]

Y'all might want to scroll right past this. I'm gonna blurt, or rant, or vent and I don't expect it's going to make much sense. I've too much inside me to make it anything but a disjointed random mess.

Got a bit of disappointing news yesterday. More inconvenient than anything. I've been grounded for approximately the next three weeks. No driving. Grrr. Might not sound monumental to anyone else, but for me, who hates asking anyone for anything? Cripe. I think I've got the work situation straightened out, but WTF am I gonna do about everything else? Doctors appointments, shopping, etc. Argh. What really sucks is that my best male friend in the world is getting married this weekend. I'm the only one in my area invited, and he lives practically on the other side of the state, and I really really want to go to the wedding, but I don't think I'm going to be able to. I'm sad, and angry that I won't be there. To see his son (his best man) give his speech, the first toast. He's such a little man. Wah.

My reaction to this latest made me realize a bunch of shit about myself. I really am a spoiled rotten little brat. It's not that I ask for much, but I realize that I most always get my way. And, I don't particularly care for NOT getting my way.

And, I realize that this is the first year in gosh, more years that I can remember that I won't be with someone on my birthday. Stupid really. Looking a little deeper, it's not so much the day, or the being without someone that is grating on my nerves so much, it's the lack of sex that's really pissing me off. Actually, it's not the lack of sex, per se. For me, sex = surrender. Surrender = submission and submission = pleasure (or pleasure and pain, or pleasure and denial, whatever.) It's the submission that's at the heart of this. It's the need to be used, my desire to serve. And, pleasure is something I can't seem to provide for myself any longer. That annoys me, because I have all the aids to get me there, they just don't seem to work. I need (grr) someone else to get me there) Argh. See? Spoiled brat.

THAT makes me realize that in my inner circle, I seem to be a bit of an outsider. Most of my closest friends are in my age range. Yet, I seem to be alone in my... ummm, physical needs. No one seems to crave as often, as strongly as I do. Granted, none of my friends are subs, but still. Maybe that's it. Maybe it's not so much the sex, as it is the realization that I'm not being utilized in a manner that I wish to be.

Oh, Fuck it. I'll get over it. Suck it up, Babyslave. Get over yourself and stop whining! (grin)

 

[Babyslave]

I want to die or kill people one!

Evil cramps from hell.

I'm near tears and I have to go in and smile and fake happy. And it's only my second day in this store.

And it's a heavy one too.

*sobs* I just want to take one of the muscle relaxers I stored up after my accident and go back to bed.

gentle hugs for you. I'm sorry you're dealing with this. And having to work in a new store. I wish I could take the pain away.

 

[Lizzie_Borden]

Y'all might want to scroll right past this. I'm gonna blurt, or rant, or vent and I don't expect it's going to make much sense. I've too much inside me to make it anything but a disjointed random mess.

Got a bit of disappointing news yesterday. More inconvenient than anything. I've been grounded for approximately the next three weeks. No driving. Grrr. Might not sound monumental to anyone else, but for me, who hates asking anyone for anything? Cripe. I think I've got the work situation straightened out, but WTF am I gonna do about everything else? Doctors appointments, shopping, etc. Argh. What really sucks is that my best male friend in the world is getting married this weekend. I'm the only one in my area invited, and he lives practically on the other side of the state, and I really really want to go to the wedding, but I don't think I'm going to be able to. I'm sad, and angry that I won't be there. To see his son (his best man) give his speech, the first toast. He's such a little man. Wah.

My reaction to this latest made me realize a bunch of shit about myself. I really am a spoiled rotten little brat. It's not that I ask for much, but I realize that I most always get my way. And, I don't particularly care for NOT getting my way.

And, I realize that this is the first year in gosh, more years that I can remember that I won't be with someone on my birthday. Stupid really. Looking a little deeper, it's not so much the day, or the being without someone that is grating on my nerves so much, it's the lack of sex that's really pissing me off. Actually, it's not the lack of sex, per se. For me, sex = surrender. Surrender = submission and submission = pleasure (or pleasure and pain, or pleasure and denial, whatever.) It's the submission that's at the heart of this. It's the need to be used, my desire to serve. And, pleasure is something I can't seem to provide for myself any longer. That annoys me, because I have all the aids to get me there, they just don't seem to work. I need (grr) someone else to get me there) Argh. See? Spoiled brat.

THAT makes me realize that in my inner circle, I seem to be a bit of an outsider. Most of my closest friends are in my age range. Yet, I seem to be alone in my... ummm, physical needs. No one seems to crave as often, as strongly as I do. Granted, none of my friends are subs, but still. Maybe that's it. Maybe it's not so much the sex, as it is the realization that I'm not being utilized in a manner that I wish to be.

Oh, Fuck it. I'll get over it. Suck it up, Babyslave. Get over yourself and stop whining! (grin)

Why no driving?

 

[TarevaChine]

Y'all might want to scroll right past this. I'm gonna blurt, or rant, or vent and I don't expect it's going to make much sense. I've too much inside me to make it anything but a disjointed random mess.

Got a bit of disappointing news yesterday. More inconvenient than anything. I've been grounded for approximately the next three weeks. No driving. Grrr. Might not sound monumental to anyone else, but for me, who hates asking anyone for anything? Cripe. I think I've got the work situation straightened out, but WTF am I gonna do about everything else? Doctors appointments, shopping, etc. Argh. What really sucks is that my best male friend in the world is getting married this weekend. I'm the only one in my area invited, and he lives practically on the other side of the state, and I really really want to go to the wedding, but I don't think I'm going to be able to. I'm sad, and angry that I won't be there. To see his son (his best man) give his speech, the first toast. He's such a little man. Wah.

My reaction to this latest made me realize a bunch of shit about myself. I really am a spoiled rotten little brat. It's not that I ask for much, but I realize that I most always get my way. And, I don't particularly care for NOT getting my way.

And, I realize that this is the first year in gosh, more years that I can remember that I won't be with someone on my birthday. Stupid really. Looking a little deeper, it's not so much the day, or the being without someone that is grating on my nerves so much, it's the lack of sex that's really pissing me off. Actually, it's not the lack of sex, per se. For me, sex = surrender. Surrender = submission and submission = pleasure (or pleasure and pain, or pleasure and denial, whatever.) It's the submission that's at the heart of this. It's the need to be used, my desire to serve. And, pleasure is something I can't seem to provide for myself any longer. That annoys me, because I have all the aids to get me there, they just don't seem to work. I need (grr) someone else to get me there) Argh. See? Spoiled brat.

THAT makes me realize that in my inner circle, I seem to be a bit of an outsider. Most of my closest friends are in my age range. Yet, I seem to be alone in my... ummm, physical needs. No one seems to crave as often, as strongly as I do. Granted, none of my friends are subs, but still. Maybe that's it. Maybe it's not so much the sex, as it is the realization that I'm not being utilized in a manner that I wish to be.

Oh, Fuck it. I'll get over it. Suck it up, Babyslave. Get over yourself and stop whining! (grin)

We all have those moments and are allowed to do so. Don't beat yourself up over it. I hope that things get better for you and that the next 3 weeks go by fast!

 

[seela]

It's proving to be really difficult to keep things at bay.

 

[the captians wench]

You wait until the last minute to order a custom made costume for your kid and tell me that you don't care about details as long as it is these colors and matches this movie. Okay, did that, to the measurements you sent me, sent you a picture of the piece (2 weeks earlier than what I originally said) which you aproved.

Then you have the costume and are unhappy with it for 2 days before you decide to tell me you are unhappy, and then go on to say you're upset because you did not read my policies first, and then say the colors are wrong? YOU APROVED THE PICTURE! HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THE CAPE WAS BLUE INSTEAD OF RED? We even talked about how in the movie pictures the cape was blue!

If you had said something 2 days ago then I would have worked with you and sent a replacement on faith that I would get the one you have back. But no you want to pout for a while and then bitch at me.

And don't you dare say you're upset with the price you paid. The material alone should have cost what you paid. I just happened to get it on sale, so you got a steal. If you want a "deal" go back to ebay.

 

[the captians wench]

*hugs* close your eyes and breath deeply and try and go to your happy calm place.

It's so difficult to force yourself to go to work and be happy when you feel like your whole body is about to explode like an overripe melon. It's especially difficult to be nice to people as well when all you want is to cuddle up in bed with someone running around after you.

gentle hugs for you. I'm sorry you're dealing with this. And having to work in a new store. I wish I could take the pain away.

I'm still cramping bad enough that I'm going to take a muscle relaxer after I shower.

Then I end up stuck with the two trainees for lunch. They are really nice guys, but they really don't have this idea that this is fast food. And they don't know a whole lot really. And I don't know the store well enough to put people in place, and I'm looking around for everything. It was just frustrating.

Then some little bitch wants to give me attitude because the drawer I pulled out had too much change in it. I understand it makes it heavy, and I"m sorry, but it is the only fucking clean drawer I have, put it in the till and get the fuck out of my face! Then she wants to go and tell the trainees that she has a problem with me because I gave her attitude because she had an attitude about the drawer. YOU REEP WHAT YOU SOW BITCH. And you really think that when it comes to a battle between you and me, that you're going to win? Bitch please! I can replace you in 10 minutes, they can't replace me that quickly.

And on top of that I burnt the shit out of my finger because their fucked up fry station is missing the safety guard.

And now my boobs hurt too. *sobs*

 

[Babyslave]

Why no driving?

I understand the question/curiosity, and I appreciate you asking and I so totally mean no offense, and this isn't directed at you specifically in any way. I really hate talking about this stuff here. Lit. is my sanctuary from all the cancer shit. (Yeah, there are a couple people I PM, so sorry peeps.... LOVE YOU!) Long story short? Radiation combined with a new medicine, a bit of a staph like infection that developed after my recent surgery has caused my left leg to spasm uncontrollably. Right now, if feels like there's someone in there trying to get out. My left knee still has some damage to it - yet to be repaired from the assault by my oh so lovely former ex neighbor, and it keeps 'going out' on me. It's compromised enough that neither I nor any of my doctors trust it to behave the way it should. I know it's the right thing, the safe and sane thing. But I had to ask my gf tonight to drive me to the pharmacy. Argh.

We all have those moments and are allowed to do so. Don't beat yourself up over it. I hope that things get better for you and that the next 3 weeks go by fast!

Thanks, my friend. I just get so annoyed. I really need a vacation. Was SUPPOSED to be on vacation last week, but that didn't happen, so it was going to be THIS week, but our brillian corporate office dropped the ball on a multi-million dollar customer. Who do ya think needed to fix the fuck-up and make everything all better? Yup. Yours truly.

Would someone please just give me a swift kick in the ass please. Please??

I think I'm going to have a cocktail. A nice long healthy cry, a bubble bath and I'll feel better. I haven't had a good long cry in forever. Or, at least a week.