All posts by kikithekeeks

About kikithekeeks

I am learning how to live the BDSM lifestyle with a very caring and understanding Dom. I plan to document as much as possible not only for myself, but to possibly help any other sub who is looking into getting into the scene and finding a Dom.

Sunday Morning

I didn’t wake up today until 4:50 in the early evening. Today was the day that a family friend was set to take senior photos of Kid. Kid is in the last year of high school. I am beyond proud of my kid; Kid is kind, caring, intelligent, disciplined, and wonderful. How do you get a kid like that? The kid is just born that way and helped along with an amazing step-father who took it upon himself to make sure Kid had all the tools needed to become a productive and thoughtful adult. It was a great day with Friend, Kid, and Mom. Afterwards Kid, Mom, and I went to dinner. It’s nice to spend time with people you enjoy spending time with. They both have the same sense of humor as I do, and we really have a great time when we spend time together.

 

I’m awake. It’s 6:42 in the morning. I tried going to sleep at 3 this morning. I am still awake and I don’t want to be awake. The sky’s awake and getting brighter, that makes me worrisome. I want a normal sleeping pattern. The only meds I took today, actually this week to be exact, are my anti-depressants. I didn’t take my sleeping pill or any of the other pills I have prescribed to me. I will take a nap at some point today (hopefully) before Kid gets home from dad’s house. I hope that happens.

 

I haven’t spoken/texted with Sir in several days. I sent a text but got no response. It’s possible Sir was deep in the office building and didn’t receive the message, it is also possible that Sir didn’t have his phone with him (that happens a lot). It amazes me that I found such a kind, caring, trained, intelligent Dom on Fet. There are so many pretend doms on that sight and I still get contacted by some even though I am attached to Sir. Just because you call yourself a dom doesn’t actually make you a dom. Also, if you are trying to woo a sub several dick-pics aren’t going to do the trick. That’s exactly why I am so enamored with my Sir. He is such a gentleman and respects me more than I ever have been before.

 

I’m going to try to go to sleep again. I doubt it will work, but I must try. Maybe I need to take one of those meds that have been prescribed to me. I miss Sir.

The Boredom Monster

I can tell I’m depressed because nothing interests me. I am bored constantly. Nothing is exciting, nothing piques my pleasure center, nothing, nothing, nothing…

 

My sleep patterns have been off since I lost my job. Yesterday I slept until 5:00 PM even though I went to bed at midnight. I did get up between 6 AM and 9 AM before going back to bed. Kid is noticing how much I’m sleeping. I need to call the psych and find out when my next appointment is. Not that I want him to change any of my meds; I feel like this is situational depression on top of my normal major depressive disorder. Last night, I went to bed with a sleep-aid and woke up at 2 AM. I was so wide awake I got up and started drinking  coffee. Out of all the cups I drink only about a quarter of them are caffeinated. I drink decaf because I hate being jittery. I thought the maid was coming this morning at 9 like she usually does so I wanted to be awake. That didn’t happen, but at least I was awake to leave the money out for the yard guy. I got an hour nap in at 11, but I was still concerned about being awake when the maid showed up so I was again wide awake at noon. Today they sent a crew at 4:00. I love the crew, they get in and out as quickly as possible. Kid and I went to get our toes done, we both needed it badly. Unfortunately, the crew was still here when we returned. Kid took a shower and headed out for Dad’s house, I just stayed out of the way of the crew.

 

I was invited out to the pub tonight with my girlfriend, but I needed to isolate. I haven’t showered in several days or changed my clothes. I know it’s bad and I know I should make an effort, but it is so hard. I just want to curl up in the back of my closet and disappear.

 

I haven’t received a single call from all of the resumes I’ve put out there and it is making me anxious. I’ve had to take my anti-anxiety meds (both of them) every day since I lost my job which isn’t usually the case.  I am sellable, I should have several calls already. I’ve even tweaked my resume to look better, but still nothing.

 

I miss Sir’s support right now. I know I shouldn’t rely on him so much since that’s not supposed to be the basis of our relationship, but I do. I truly do. He is so insightful, so caring, so understanding… The only other person who put up with my moods successfully was my late husband. I’ve been watching a show called “You’re The Worst” from FX and I completely identify with the female character. She spent several episodes isolating, zoning out, and shutting everyone in her life out – that’s how I feel right now. I can’t truly do what I feel I need though. I have a kid I need to make sure is fine. I have a job quest that I must complete. I have family that I need to keep in touch with. If it weren’t for Kid I would be in that ball on the floor of my closet or under my coffee table. I am so low. The is the lowest I have been in a long while.

 

I write to put my thoughts and feelings out there, to make them real, if they are real or spoken maybe I can overcome them. It hasn’t worked so far, but I do feel better when I write. It’s like alphabet vomit. It feels good once it’s out.

 

I can’t do any more tonight. Ta ta.

 

(Is It Wednesday or Thursday?)

I hate not having a job, I hate looking for a job, I hate not seeing my Sir.

I am in such despair I wish something could bring me out of it soon. I have gotten no responses from the 50 resumes I’ve submitted. I also don’t know if my unemployment has been accepted. To make sure I don’t go under and I can keep my house and car, I’ve signed up to be an Uber driver. I plan to stalk the international airport thinking those are the safest rides for a woman. I WILL have my gun in the car but that’s not common knowledge so don’t tell anyone! 

I miss Sir. I miss him a lot. I would like to be able to get through the tough times in my life without him, but I have grown to love and rely on him. He wants me to be strong, he wants me to figure thugs out, and he wants me to survive on my own. I completely understand and he is right. We’ve gotten so close over the past few months (more than all the months before) I feel connected to him and I’d love to work on that despite how sad I felt after his comment the other day. 

I was contacted on FetLife by another Dom. We texted for a while but I realized he had no idea how a true Dom should behave, act, care, and perform. I have a juicy cherry in my Dom. I don’t want anyone other than him. If we never meet again I will always cherish what we had. He’s trained, I have no inclination to train someone new. 

Sir, I love you. 

The Following Tuesday

Other than the fact that I am still unemployed, I only have little to report. My girlfriends all know and while we were at a birthday party this weekend my guy friend paid my share and his wife didn’t grouse. That was a nice gesture. I love that couple, besides my Smurfy they have been here for me through thick and thin. I feel like I should host a dinner, but I’m scared to spend any money because I don’t know how long this unemployment will last. 

I haven’t seen or spoken to Sir in several days. I had a small bowl of mac and cheese for dinner last week and his response was to ask me if I planned to use my unemployment to blow up to 300 pounds. That really hurt my feelings, made me cry, and cut me to the core. He knows I’m self-conscience about my weight but he chose to rub it in regardless. I really think Sir doesn’t know me at all even though we have been intimately involved for almost a year, and I trust him imfatically. I’m not into humiliation and I felt like he was trying to humiliate me even though we never agreed on that point. It’s not the first time this has come up, but because the other incidents were so off the cuff and innocuous I let them go. I’m afraid Sir might want someone to humiliate as opposed to a sub that has her own free will.

Recently I have had to deal with my second dad going missing for 9 hours, losing my job, being in a severe low, and considering how easy it would be to finish everything. I can’t do that to Kid. Kid needs a lot of support right now and over the next few years. Kid’s dad and I have been working together for the first time since we were married. We split up in 2002 when Kid was only 2 and it was tumultuous, acrimonious, and volitile. I’m very happy we can now deal with our child calmly and productively. Hopefully he will also find a job soon so kid’s college will be taken care of because I am considering going back to school. I’d like to finish my degree and I only have 2 years left, it’s really stupid for me not to. I just need to borrow the funds to do it. I may not even be accepted to the school, but one can hope.

I am so anxious about not having a job and having to live off savings, I can barely focus on anything other than my situation and my knotted stomach. I don’t even want contact with Sir because I can’t give him the adoration he deserves. I need to get through this on my own so I will (hopefully) come out on the other side happier and stronger. Thank goodness I have the savings. I just hope I find a new job before I run out of money

I am so sorry to be a Debbie-Downer, but this is my life right now, such as it is.

Ta ta for now

Terrible Tuesday

I lost my job today. When the new boss was announced in April my eyes went wide. She was NOT the type of person I wanted to work for in any capacity. It was bad enough that she was militant on the expense reports and supply orders I submitted. Once she took the position above me, it was painfully obvious that she wanted me gone. She nitpicked every single thing I did that she was aware of. She was in a different state and a different office. She got her way, she got rid of me and made it look like I do nothing but make mistakes. What I did in the office that she never saw wasn’t taken into account, the excellent deliverables I did over the past month weren’t taken into consideration, the only thing that was taken into consideration was the fact that this militant micro-manager wanted me gone. So I am unemployed again for the third time since my husband died.

 

I applied for over twenty positions today and I plan to do the same tomorrow, the next day, and the next day, and the next day until I finally find a job. I only have so much money in the bank and it won’t last me more than a few months.

 

I feel like a complete failure. I was actually good at that job and I really enjoyed it. You can’t change how someone feels about you. I am angry, I am sad, I am frustrated, and I am at the end of my rope.

 

The only thing that keeps me from seeking out a heroin dealer is my kid. I’ve never done heroin but an overdose seems so simple and easy. All I would have to do is get over my fear of needles and slowly fall into the abyss. It seems so simple. However, I have to get through this. I have to become stable again because Kid’s college starts in a year. I want to see my kid graduate, I want to be there when he gets married, I want to meet my grand-kids, I want to be there for all the firsts in my kid’s life. I have to be there.

 

It would be so easy to just let it go and end it all, but no one has ever said life was easy. I hate this life, I hope I’m given a better one next time. I love my child, but at the moment I do not love my life.

 

Sorry for the downer post but I’m down. Very low down.

 

Ta ta for now

 

 

I’m Back In Full Force

My mood has been fairly good for a while now minus the appointment I missed on Friday and the birthday I missed on Saturday night. A low hit me this weekend for no reason. I sure would like a nice beating to get me past it, but that is up to Sir of course.

Sir and I have had less contact over the past several weeks. This is exactly what I needed from him. I didn’t know how to convey it without sounding like a shrew, but I need my “me” time and it takes up a lot of my days. Not having a set schedule that I have to meet Sir makes me want to meet him all the more. When can we plan our illicit meeting? When can he pop out of work to be with me? It’s all very exciting. Sir was on a vacation this week with his kids, so I was left alone as Kid was at the father’s house. I didn’t want to go out and I’m glad I didn’t. I got some quality time with myself and I’m ready to see Sir anytime this week.

I’ve started working on my sixth (seventh or eighth) novel. This time I have characters from real life. I’ve got my Grandmother’s life story albeit short so I will use her words to make my chapters. I have a lot of brain-picking to do with my mom, but I think it could be a good novel. I’m going to shop this one instead of self-publishing like my last four. If I get turned down by everyone then I will self-publish. It’s hard to get hype around your product on Amazon, but I will persevere.

I’m hoping to see Sir this week so I will report back when that happens.
Ta ta!

Days With Sir

Sir and I have been having very good chats lately. I love chatting with him. By chatting I mean texting. When we are together for a meal or after things have happened we have nice conversations. I have been feeling good with my new mix of meds and I think Sir notices that I am more open and available to him.
We met last Wednesday for a session that was really mind-blowing. It had been so long since I had an orgasm the first one I had was amazing; it could have gone on longer but Sir was beating me as I worked the vibrator so I felt like I had to restrain. (We’ve never discussed this dynamic before.) I’m sure Sir would disagree and insist that I continue. I wanted to continue, but his beatings were pretty harsh so I felt that I needed to stop. (Mind you, I loved the beatings but I felt like I needed to stop what I was doing so that I could concentrate on Sir’s beatings. The combination was absolutely amazing though.
Tonight we met at a lovely Tapas restaurant and had a delicious meal. Because the meal lasted so long and I needed to be home at an early hour to be on time for my office’s Family Outing at the museum of natural science followed by a massage to get rid of the last of the knots in my back. We left a little late from the restaurant so our time together in “our place” was quite short.
Short isn’t always bad. I think Sir and I had a very good session. I always love it when we have an intense assaulting session followed by a sensual one. Sir always delivers. He seems to know exactly what I need and when I need it. Tonight was one of those intuitive days for Sir. I felt warm, welcomed, loved, cherished, and euphoric all at the same time. I cannot explain how well Sir knows me and how well he knows my body. It is truly kismet. 
Of course I feel very selfish with every meeting we have. Sir tends to my needs and beats the heck out of me; all of which I want and desire. What does my Sir need and what can I do to appease him? We don’t talk nearly enough about him. We talk extensively about me, but I want to please Sir as much as he pleases me. I hope we can get to that point in our relationship soon.
Even though we met last week for a fantastic session, I feel like today’s session wasn’t long enough. I have a work outing tomorrow so I have to be up early making our session very short after a long dinner. I hope to make it up to Sir during our next session. I know he loves the beatings, I just want him to love the sex as well.
We don’t have plans for our next session yet, but I’m sure it will be a good one as he is learning about me as I am learning about him. The more we know each other the better our sessions will be. I look forward to it.

Wednesday With Sir

After a week at the lake, I reported to Sir about the good time i had. He requested that I meet him on Wednesday after work. I gave no excuses, I had no reservations, I wasn’t anxious, and I met him at the requested place and time. It was a short session but very to the point.

I went to our place and got myself and my toys ready. When he arrived I was on my knees, in a opened-back pink teddy, with a flogger draped over my shoulder. Sir lead me around by the ponytail into various positions around the room. I was blindfolded the majority of the time so I wasn’t always aware of what implement Sir was using to strike me. This time my front got it as well as my back. Sir seemed to be getting his aggression out on me. I’m sure he had some pent up anger from all the times I canceled on him. I can’t be positive but I think it was Sir’s belt that left the most marks. I have them on my legs, arms, backside, and breasts, they are glorious. For a Sir who doesn’t like to leave marks, he did so in a big way.

This is short and sweet because it was several days ago and I am having a hard time remembering everything that occurred. So I will end it to say it was one of the most enjoyable sessions we have had and I’m looking forward to the next one. Luckily when I went for a massage she only worked on my back so she wasn’t privy to the marks on my legs or bottom.

Here is some of Sir’s handy work:

Ta ta for now!

Thankfully My Sir

Sir has forgiven my transgressions. We chatted for several days before we finally met up. I had an amazing night tonight. Sir made me feel wonderful and amazing. I’m sad he had to leave so soon. 
All things aside, I am so happy that Sir and I are back together. He makes me feel so beautiful. I love my Sir and I’m glad we are back together. He is an amazing. Intelligent, gentile, altruistic person, and I love all of that in him. I just hope he has some love for some of my characteristics. Sir makes me happy, and I’m happy we are able to reconnect. 

It Just Gets Worse, But There Is A Twinkle

Sir is the kind, caring, altruistic Sir he has always been. I lost my father this past weekend. I reached out to Sir and he was very understanding and kind towards me despite how I treated him and what I said to him. I doubt he would ever take me back as his sub, but at least I know I can reach out to him for some kind words if I need them. Twinkle. That is exactly why Sir is so special. Sir is empathetic and realizes that not all of us handle life with ease. 

If I can be kind and giving in the manner that Sir is, maybe I have hope for a reconciliation. I don’t know what my problem truly is when it comes to Sir. Sometimes it’s a panic attack, sometimes it’s a lack of motivation and the need to isolate. He was very understanding for a very long time, there are just so many times someone will make exceptions. I’m past that limit, I know. I wish I wasn’t. 

The viewing is on Friday, then I host a baby shower on Saturday. One life out, one life in. I have to pull it together so I can be a gracious host on Saturday. After that, I can isolate on Sunday. Kid will be off to the northern US and I will be alone in the house.