One of my fave masochists is making his trip from 2 states away to play. Today will be very interesting.

We will be using crickets. Yes, the little bugs!
It is used for cock and ball torture, and I might try them on his nipples too. The crickets of medium size are in a plastic bag. You fix the plastic bag to his cock and balls and rile them up. They are flesh eaters. They attack the most tender parts first. When they start to settle down you rile them up again.

The large one supposedly feel like razors, the medium ones feel like needles that shock. This is my first time with this form of play.

On other sessions with this particular masochists I have run catheters, enemas, extreme anal, “chocolate mousse”, sewn his foreskin closed with sutures, electricity and tons more. He loves toilet humiliation. He’s my filthy little whore. I am always learning of new tortures, and then adding my own twist to them. I love attending workshops held by credible scene educators, learning more and more and being inspired to go home and put my wicked little mind to work.

I can’t wait for the fun I will have today.

Here are the photos Barbie took…some of the files are just us hanging out here dogs or othere friends…but the one filed as hooks is the one you reall want to see.

Go here: http://briefcase.yahoo.com/barb_tampa

It has been raining for over 2 weeks now! I just wrapped up a session when the power went out, I lost the things I was typing before session. Luckily they weren’t important. I would have been pissed if it had gone out when I was typing my fourth article for my anal sex articles for August’s Xsite magazine. I completed the article last night. The issue about to come out tomorrow is the third article.

I will begin writing, in the next few days, the article on female ejeculation, how to make a woman female ejeculate, and training a woman to shoot on her own.

This rain has prevented me from getting to use my Six Flags season pass again. I guess it was good that I didn’t end up swimming with Todd this morning.

I had met my neighbor from across the street last night at the Abbey. We have been neighbors for 3 years, and never encountered each other. She ended up coming over and staying all night till early morning, watching movies, having champagne and sushi, electro play and “sitting on a cocktail”.

If I had been away from the house today I would have been screwed since my cell phone broke. “empty” is on the way over to take me to get a new one…but I lost all my numbers in it, this includes the “fling boy”. Lucky, I have memorized Mhatthiew and George’s number and had “empty’s” number in the house phone speed dial. But I lost my numbers for the Atone Pain Tribe.

I had very little sleep and seriously need a nap. My neighbor is going to work tonight, but we agreed we should hang out because going out blows too much money, and we can do laundry, talk, watch movies and stuff at home for the cost of $4 a bottle of cheap champagne. That is less than a drink and tip at a bar. And if I have a session come up, she lives right across the street so she can run back home and I can go over there after session…or if at her place I can run home for an hour or two, and then hook back up.