ugh

 holidays mean i have to pretend to be normal enough to talk with family and friends and i just don't feel up to it this year.

my brain did at least decide to provide me with a nice dream:

i'm hiking, with work people i think.  we've reached some weird part where there's a bridge in the path made out of a tree (somehow).  you have to climb up one trunk to the peak where there's a trunk that connects to the ground, and then climb down a third trunk back to the path.

i climbed up the first part, but when i got to the middle, someone pulled me to the side and told me i couldn't do it like that.  i'm taken to this mall like place next to the hiking trail, and bustled around through a bunch of rooms and people until i'm eventually in one large room, and i've been stripped naked.

that's when the Dominatrix appears, and gives some order to someone else, and i again get bustled through a bunch of rooms, and when i'm returned to her, i have a chastity belt strapped on.  she's super angry about this, because that wasn't her order.  it's removed, and she slides a catheter in (with far less pain than it probably causes in real life), and then forces me down to push a double balloon enema plug into my butt.

that's somehow what i'm supposed to use on the hike, and it kind of makes sense in the dream?  something happens here (i think i woke up a bit), and when it's clear again, the sun is down, and it's closing time.  the Dominatrix returns, and tells me that if i've joined the Spaghetti Club, i can go have dinner with someone else (she looks kind, and i realize i am hungry).  i try to explain that i don't know what's going on, but i'm totally happy to sign up for whatever, because i have a week of vacation left, and would rather do fun stuff here than continue hiking.

the Boss arrives, and she brings all my clothes and things stuffed in a bag.  i dig out my credit card, and hand it over, and have to recite something word for word back to her, and then she swipes it and i put it back in the bag before it's taken away.  i don't know how much it costs, but it sounds like it'd be fun.

there's another lapse, and it's much later at night.  i'm sleeping on a kitchen table, which is really thick, and super shiny with all the varnish.  i wander around, and finally find the room the Dominatrix is in, and she rushes to the door.  "sorry, i'm with someone else right now, i'll find you later.  unless he doesn't mind if you come in?"  i wander around some more before finding "my room."

when i wake up (actually, when i go back to sleep after turning off my alarm), i realize i have to bake my ham for dinner today (a real life thing that i didn't get to until 5pm).  i finally find the "kitchen," and try to follow all the instructions on the wall for turning on the oven.  the Dominatrix finds me, and helps me sort out the oven (which involves puzzles and all sorts of weird stuff, like the controls for the oven being attached to a third oven), and i get my ham in to cook.

unfortunately, that's when i woke up for real.  still, it was a really nice dream in which i had nice human contact with someone who was just 100% loving and supportive.

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it seems that the first part of this has a lot of supportive comments on literotica, and i had a few more ideas for it, so: part 2.  i suspect there's a part 3.  eventually.

i didn't eat enough today and i disappoint everyone.

 :(

i hate everything.

reverse prayer bound

it's the canonical ponygirl tie.

it's inescapable and painful.

it's the most confining next to amputation.

so, ok.  Years ago.  i tried to do it, and it hurt, and made my shoulders hurt, and my scapula seemed to be in all the wrong places.

now?  i can go to the bathroom, pee, and stand up with my arms fully in position.  i can't get them up as far as the stories make it (finger tips around scapula tops at best), but is this actually an easy pose?

i'm not skinny.  i don't get this whole deal.  i thought it was impossible b/c of my attempts before, but is this something that unlocks as you get older???

~~~weird~~~~ 

ps: i'm trying to sort together a dream story.

pps: dyk that sriracha works pretty well on taco bell steak tacos?  surprisingly well.

weighted blankets are just bondage for boring people

i bought one last year, and it's cold enough now that i pulled it out again.  i'd forgotten how much it squishes me down, and spent a most of the afternoon napping underneath it.  it was during that long nap that i realized it does the same thing that really nice, low-stress bondage does:  you can't move as much as you want, so you have to be calm and relax.

it's totally not the same as the terrors i come up with.  there's no vacuum sealed rubber, no epoxy and concrete block holding me permanently immobile, no layers of plastic and tape locking my body still.  but there's still the same cozy "hug" that is in my mind when i dream them up.

anyway, just something that i thought up while snuggling all day long.

long story or many short parts?

any opinions?  the story i'm working on now has a 4 chapter structure, and i'm torn between doing it as one big thing or four smaller things.  i finished part two today, so the word counts are ~2600, ~2100 right now.  the benefit of a long thing is that i think that's easier to stay motivated to write.  the benefit of the short ones is that it makes the story seem longer, without needing to devote a giant block of time for reading.

maybe i should just write it as one, and release it as four?  then what happens if part 3 is boring?

ugh

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i know this is similar to other stories, even ones i've written, but i want more fiction like this, so if i have to write it, i guess i'll do that.

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