I hate PMS. Once a month, for a week, sometimes even two, hormones rage through my body, emotions run high. Awareness, knowing it’s that time of the month, makes no difference. I do my best, I try not to say the things the little voice inside my head, the voice of reason, tells me I shouldn’t say. But most often, hormones win.

This is the time I feel most insecure. Most days I’m fine with my body, my looks. But come this time of the month, everything about me is reason for feeling depressed. I feel inadequate, ugly, stupid, annoying, unwanted. Read the rest of this entry »

Note from Elle: This post was written by Boy Toy, as an assignment I gave him.

I had worn cock rings before but only in private, never to take a stroll down the street and I would have never even thought about dancing on a busy dance floor with one!

But then Elle, or my Owner, demanded it, and it made me damn nervous. The thought of it falling off was very scary, and I’m sure it could in… extreme weather conditions… you know what I mean… But the night was warm, so I thought I’d try to satisfy her requirements. Friends were over, so I ran into the bathroom to slip it on. Read the rest of this entry »