Goodbye Dog Hello Joe-Pig

I had to say another farewell last week to my precious Dog, who has served me well and taught me much. Sometimes, people need to step away from a lifestyle to take care of themselves, and there is nothing wrong with that. Happening in the same week that I had to say goodbye to Sanjay, however, made me a little emotional, and Dog and I talked a bit about our experience together. He gives me pointers every now and then and we still chat a little. But no more local beer and Chinese deliveries and wallet drainings when I want. Boo.

However, about a month ago, Joe-Pig approached me on Fetlife. He is not local, and most people that message me there are time wasters who are looking for a freebie and don't tribute. Joe-Pig promptly paid tribute when demanded, and we have struck an arrangement. I have him set on a pay schedule, and in return, I degrade and humiliate him while he wears a cutesy pink glass butt plug. So far, it's been very beneficial to both of us, I think. I needed someone who would be pliant and malleable, obedient and prompt. Every Friday, there is money in my account. When I demand a gift card, it's in my email. I needed someone I could be in control of, who is there for verbal abuse so I don't give it to others. People may not understand D/S relationships, but honestly, if someone wants you to take it out on them, and you need an outlet, why not? It's better than hurting someone innocent.

Dog and Joe-Pig are both very different in their interactions, but both have been able to fulfill that domme aspect of me to control and abuse, the need to be adored, fawned over, and spoiled (although there could be more praise for my physical beauty, just saying). It's incredibly rewarding to hear after a session "that was amazing Goddess" or to be told I took him to a level of subspace he'd never been in. Mind you, my interactions are all via text.

Joe-Pig isn't local to me, by a long shot. Some day I hope he would be able to serve me in person. But until then, our arrangement works just fine.

Saying Goodbye and Sex Injuries

This Borg Queen has lost a member of her collective. Last night I had a final oral and fuckfest with Sanjay, aka 3 of 3. He's had an opportunity to relocate with his job and I could never begrudge that of anyone. So, after class I drove to his house (my GPS, I think, is going to start holding a grudge if I can't follow her directions) and he ate me out until I came so hard my soul left my body, then gave me a good hard fuck. I did indulge him in some face sitting, but I couldn't cum that way. He's also a daddy dom, and while  that's not my thing, I treated him to a little daddy/daughter play as a farewell gift. Then he fucked me so hard from behind I skinned my elbow and I have no idea how I actually managed to do that. Like, I lost a good half inch patch of skin. What the hell? I haven't had a sex injury since Number 1 accidentally kneed me in the eye during an over-enthusiastic 69.

I honestly don't know if I'll look for another third. I'm waiting for Cyber Guy to move, and I still have Number 1 at my disposal, plus two subs now (I'll write about my new piggie soon). Only having one local guy now kind of sucks. Guess my glass bf will be getting some use.

Farewell Sanjay, may the customer service centers of New Delhi treat you well. Bangalore was fun while it lasted.