BDSM is Love

I’m going to ShibariCon, I’m going to ShibariCon! Yes, I know I’ve posted before about going, but this time it’s official; I’ve paid the registration, Master has already been registered for a month, the hotel reservation has been made and all we need to do is save our pennies so that we can afford it all!

I can’t wait to see the schedule of classes for this event and working with Master to pick and choose the ones we will both love. I’m looking forward to being tied up and trying so many new things. I can’t wait to make new friends and check out the vendors. I want to try it all and hopefully I will be able to pace myself and behave.

Speaking of behaving I have a lot of work to do on my training. I’ve gone over my rules recently and I’m not happy with my ability to maintain them so I’m sure that Master has seen me slip too. I think I need a spanking, it might set me right and focus me.

In fact I know it would, I’m going to ask Master for one tonight. (That is if he doesn’t read this post before I get home from work.) I’ve been slipping and instead of holding onto that guilt and punishing myself for it, I’m going to ask for correction. I don’t think I’ve done this before…. it could be a new thing. I’m not sure I want it to be a new thing.

On other fronts I’ve re-commenced posting in my diet blog. I think that I’ve really let that slide and the only punishment is the weight sticking around. I keep talking that I’m going to hunker down and do it, but I’m just not getting it done. If I don’t face the music soon I’m going to be dangerously unhealthy again. Not that I’m not in a danger zone now, but I am not on high blood pressure meds, my back pain has subsided and I haven’t developed diabetes yet, so I think I’m doing good.

I have this heartbeat in my head now… and it’s calling to me… rope… rope… rope…

–luna