dreams

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on July 7, 2008 by slavejane07

I sat at your feet.

On my knees, waiting.

You eat your dinner…

Midly amused at the show on tv.

Every now and then sipping from you glass.

I wait, hungry.

You lower your hand to me…

A scrap from your plate…

I am your pet, your slave…

I do not deserve my own.

But I cherish what I get from you.

You set your plate on the floor.

I am allowed no hands, as I clean your plate.

You pet my head and tell me I am good.

And that I belong to you.

But then I wake

and it’s over.

Normal life.

Blogs.

More pain, and misunderstanding.

More yearning,

And loneliness

Another day spent…

Removing the part of me…

That I just found.

No surprises there!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 6, 2008 by slavejane07

We have been gone camping for like the last 4 days. It was pretty cool. It was nice to get away from home and chores and bills and all the other crap. The day I did my last post, Seth said all rules were reinstated. But pretty much I just has to say Sir. I did forget to ask to get on the PC and he made comment to a punishment, but as I suspected, never went through with it.

I kinda figured he would want to take advantage of having a slave while we were campning since outdoor sex is a kink of his. But nothing. No rules, no punishment, nothing. I haven’t really cried over it, though. I knew it would end up this way.

It is no surprise to those of you who read I know. But I  needed to let it out. I am slowly removing myself from the bdsm world. I no longer post on TSR or on IC. I do still read the blogs though. I bring myself not to. It hurts to see that, so and so get it why can’t he, but whatever, that is my own green monster slipping through.

My hardest problem is not taking my hurt out on him. Though it is his fault, I already knew better. I’m still playing the idea of telling him I want an online relationship. Not really, I don’t want an online relationship, but something is better than nothing and it hurts so bad right now. Something to fill this void. This hole that won’t stop growing.

So that is my rant for today. Nothing new or surprising.

starting over

Posted in DS, slave with tags , , on June 29, 2008 by slavejane07

So I did my post this morning. I think Seth caught a part here and there. He doesn’t read my blog anymore. He left to the store and called me saying he wanted me and we would talk when he got home.

So we did. He said he wants the D/s as bad as me. I can honestly say I don’t entirely believe that. He wants the M/s. I told him and made it clear that it is much more to me than that.

So he said if I want it to kneel in front of him. I did, and he put my slave bells on. They serve as a reminder. We both hear them jingling and remember our places.

Today I have a splitting migraine from the crying last night, so sex is probably out. But I suspect he is going to try anyways. Cause to me…that is the only reason he agreed to do it again.

I am trying so hard not to be negative, but it’s hard. He wants to know how to prove to me that it’s not just sex, and I don’t know what to say. The easiest thing for me would be no sex for a bit. But that what is was supposed to be when it all ended. I’m only saying a couple days….but what ever.

Wish me luck!

~~jane

Just used

Posted in DS with tags , , , , on June 28, 2008 by slavejane07

Last night was a very long night. I was depressed and lonely, so I took some percocet to help me just pass out. One didn’t work so i took another one..Waited a while and that didn’t work so I took another one. Finally it all kicked in. I could hardly walk.

A day or two ago Seth and I were fucking around. Bub was at g-mas and Bean was sleeping. We fucked around on the couch for a bit and then went to the room. It’s usually or just normal plain vanilla fucking but this time he got out my clamps. It was okay, I wanted them. But in the same sense, it’s not okay.

I have not come to terms with not being owned. My heart is broken and my depression is he worst it has ever been. The whole pain aspect was found when I beame his slave. I took that pain because he wanted to give it. I became to enjoy some of it, but it was still for him. Now he doesn’t want me, but still wants to hurt me. I can’t proccess this in my head. It hurts to much. Not physically but emotionally and mentally. Plain words..It just breaks my heart.

So back to last night…

By the time I went to bed it was 230 am. I was depressed and tired and just blah. Seth decided to play around. But in my jello-ness state, not much was happening. He started hurting me pinching and pulling on my nipples and cunt lips. He was constantly asking if I wanted him to stop. But, honestly, I didn’t know. I like the pain I do, but That was what I did as a slave, and I am not his anymore. I cried. I cried alot. Stuck within the confusion in me.

It kept progressing and he got the crop, by then I was bawling. He stopped and asked again what I wanted. I told him…I didn’t understand what was he doing. I made a grave mistake here. For a momet he held me and wrapped his hand around my throat pushing me down to thte bed. Iw anted for him to say he wanted me. But he never did. It was just sex.

His reply to me saying I didn’t knwo what he was doing, was, Nothing was getting you going so I was trying what I know would work. It was all about sex. How could I have been so stupid!!!! I was lost it after that. I told him I know it is just sex and games to him, But it was so much more to me. He was nice abou it. He still kept pushing for sex, which I expected. It always hurts. But I just he could be more sensitive to how I feel. He held me while I cried. And let me lay down. I passed out shortly after that. But I woke up still hurt. I don’t think the hurt will ever go away.

 

~~jane

Not enough

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on June 25, 2008 by slavejane07

This are a couple videos I have become attached to. I am big on Buffy. lol But this one..Not enough…It really doesn’t fit I guess, but the idea…I’m not that strong and your not the weak.  Well it says something to me. And when it comes done to it..It’s not enough.

This one…Well this one cuts alittle deeper. Cause really….I don’t know if I can take it anymore. I just started getting my depression under control, and then I am thrown back into it……

 

So I wanted to write, but didn’t really have anything to say. I left a comment to Coyotes kitten, and it mysawell been a blog itself. lol

 

~~jane

 

my new friend

Posted in DS, bdsm with tags , , on June 24, 2008 by slavejane07

It’s been another one of those days. I have had a migraine for three days now. It hasn’t been the greatest feeling. While trying to clean up the kitchen I came across my water bottle. A little white and black one that we used when I was a puppy. It was broken. No big deal right? Fuck, tears filled my eyes instanly and that sore lump appeared in my throat.

Seth noticed I was upset, but he is oblivious to how much all this effects me. And what was I supposed to say? Who cares if it’s broken, we don’t use it anyways.

I met a guy online the other day. He’s really sweet. He is new to the BDSM world, but his girlfriend isn’t interested. The only reason I would be interested is cause it wouldn’t involve sex. But still be what I need so much, so bad, right now. I told him i would talk to Seth about how he felt about it. I never did. I know how he would feel about it. He would hate it that someone else wants to make me happy, when he doesn’t.  I’m getting to my wits end!

I don’t know what to do anymore. I have avoided talking to my new friend, cause I don’t want to tell him no, and I can’t tell him yes. So I have just been avoiding him. Maybe he will fade away. lol Yeah right.

I have read a few things on how to cope. And it all is the same thing.

 Once you find out who you are you can’t change that. You need to move on and find someone who understands and is willing to work with you on it.

So what the fuck? Grin and bear it or move on. Not much of an option there.

Whatever…

 

~~jane

 

More trailer park drama

Posted in DS, Uncategorized with tags , , , on June 18, 2008 by slavejane07

So I had a job interview last week. She was supposed to call on monday, never did. So I called her today. I didn’t get it. Big surprise. Dad says I should go voulenteer there and then reapply. So I think that is what I am going to do.

Today I went out with D. We went and walked around Wal Mart. I had to get some craft stuff for my doll house. We talked alot, which was really cool. We have been spending alot of time talking with each other. I have little quorks, and I told her a few of them. Mostly she laughed at me. The others she cried with me over.

She asked me about the D/s and how it was going. I never told her the full story of what happened. But I explained it to her. I told her how alone I feel and unwanted. She said she can’t understand, cause she hasn’t been in my situation. But she hugged me and told me she loves me. I’m glad she is my friend. Sometimes I hate her, other times I don’t know what I would do without her.

Seth and I sat down and talked a couple weeks ago. He said he wants it all back. That he may not show it, but it hurts him too, that it’s gone. He asked what I wanted. I told him. I want things like they were when we started. I had rules and punishments, and he paid attention and he did his part. Then, the more the sex came on the less the D/s was. He said okay. Then jumped right back to if we could play with all toys that night. *sigh. I know, I should have expected that.

I could help but throw out the “See, I told you” card. He doesn’t want it without all the sex and hitting and shit.

I think alot about the people that have offered to be my “Online Dom.” Honestly…WTF? I mean I just don’t see that working. And besides that, Seth doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want me to find someone who wants what I want. In some ways I take this as he doesn’t want me to be happy. But I know it is just the jealousy in him. If he can’t give it to me then nobody else should. And in his shoes I would be upset if he had another slave too. So there is some understanding. I just doesn’t want to. You know what I mean.

Other times I think…It would be so nice. They know my situation, they understand how I feel. And they are willing to fill that hole for me. To put all that effort, just for me. To set rules and standards. (The punishments, just throw me. I don’t know how that would work.)

D has a bunch of friends she has met on phone chat lines. And she is really close to one. She brought op the whole D/s and all that to him and he is so down with it now. He wants all the websites and everything. So when he comes here he is “in the know.” I think it’s cool. I don’t if she can take it all, but she likes some parts of it already. Plus I will have “real” friends to talk about this stuff with.

This is all the shit plauging my mind right now. lol I think I am going to change the direction of this blog. The more i keep up with other BDSMers, the more jealous I get. I just don’t know what direction to take it. lol Maybe interestin sexy stories or something. Blah..whatever..

 

~~jane

On the Farm

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on June 16, 2008 by slavejane07

So I have breifly mentioned beastiality before..lol here —————–> http://slavejane07.wordpress.com/2008/03/19/the-obssession-with-animals-in-bdsm/

So I got my monthly Maxim magazine a couple days ago and I finally sat down to read.. Their sex section, this month dealt with her fantasies. Lets see, the first one is…girl on girl. Then sex with a stranger, then submission, followed by sex for show. All legit fatasies…But here’s the one that got me..lol

HER FANTASY: SEX ON THE FARM

No, we are not talking about a roll in the hay with a cowboy. We’re talking about sex with animals. Before you freak out-rest assured that most women who have this thought cross their minds don’t actually want to bone Rover. According to Ramsey, beastiality fantasies are rooted in the idea of having sex with an object, where emotions are one sided. “People who have tremendous sexual drives sometimes feel other humans can’t toleratetheir intensity,” He explains. “So they turn to the next best thing-animals.” Sare, 30, confesses: “I used to have a fantasy about a dog licking me down there. I know it sounds creepy, but I just thought its long tongue would feel way better than a human tongue.” Um…yeah…of course.

YOUR REALITY: If you are willing to bring a live animal into your bedroom to satisfy your girlfriend, you syhould both seek intensive therapy. That said, you could try role-playing-woof!-or dressing up as a furry. Or you could just buy her a copy of Chicken Soup for the Animal Lover’s Soul and give her a few moments privacy.

KINK ALERT: Off the charts. Time to call the ASPCA.

 

HA HA! Isn’t that great!

 

~~jane

Lifestyle blog review

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on June 14, 2008 by slavejane07

So umm…wow! I mean what do you say? I stumbled upon this entry today at: http://lifestyleblogreviewer.blogspot.com/2008/06/slave-jane-07.html

And honestly I am speechless. My life is no better than trailer park drama….But it is what I’ve got. Let’s see…

This is the blog of a young woman on the path of becoming a slave. It would be nice to say that after a long and arduous journey she has a fairy tale ending, but that would be a lie. It would be better to say that the journey is more akin to climbing Mt Everest, without the parkas or the Sherpa. While it could be said that they both try very hard, there are a couple of problems that no relationship can survive- ineptitude and issues.

Well the thing is we have survived. I may not be the happiest person in the world…But I am trying my hardest to make it work.

This grim little tale is interspersed with descriptions of how he punches kicks and beats her which seems to be their only common ground; they both enjoy that aspect of their life. Edited highlights of how he tried to fuck her sister when she stayed with them and his struggle to hold down a job and be a good master. All of this anguish is set against the backdrop of an underlying problem.

 

She has an issue with sex to the point she became immersed in puppy play to avoid having to have it. Now most people when faced with this problem in a partner develop a range of coping strategies; therapy, addressing the underlying issues, inflicting guilt, blackmail, begging and simply going elsewhere. Her master, realizing that this is what she was doing, developed a liking for doggy-style. Needless to say, with a heavy heart, she put away the dog bowls.

Okay, I get this part. But the thing is I have been through therapy and all that. I gave my dog bowls to my puppy. At least he could use them.

 

So for those who like their blogs with a good serve of trailer park initiative may we humbly suggest-
http://slavejane07.wordpress.com/

Anyways, whatever. to wach their own. This is the kinda thing that would confirm to me that I should have stopped blogging when my life fell apart. I blog to express myself, so that my husband can maybe get a better understanding of me, and so that I can seek advice from other bloggers. Maybe someone can learn from what I have been through.

This all just gives me more reason to stop this blogging. What is the point of it anyways? I’m not a slave anymore, I am not owned. So what does that leave to blog about?

 

~~jane

Requim for a dream

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on June 12, 2008 by slavejane07

Ohhhhhh….

The sound of this song….

We did a scene one time where I sat in a chair backwards and he beat on me with the cane and crop adn floggers. This song played along with others.. But the feelings this song provokes..

I can feel it in the pit of my stomach, my head gets woosy. I am not a sub, but those instant subspace feelings begin to immediatly take me over. Usually I just end up crying. It was the best scene ever (Till the sex ruined it, but that’s okay.) I can feel myself sitting in that chair…I can almost feel a hit of the cane or crop…Speeding up and hitting harder as the music goes….

I try not to listen to it much cause it depresses me. But the feeling, that feeling, in the pit of my tummy….

It is so worth it to be just sad the rest of the night…To remember what was so good.

 

~~jane