I’m in it to take more and more steps out of my comfort zone.

For about 2 years, I’ve wondered what it would be like to be used as human furniture. Yesterday, I was given a glimpse.

For about 10-20 minutes after my Dance Central workout, I knelt, naked, at Master’s feet on top of his mostly deflated bean bag chair. He rested his feet across my back while reading his kindle. I updated twitter, and responded to texts. Just as I would normally do sitting up. After a while, he ordered me to shower (it was a really sweaty workout. All of the sweat dried to me while I was sitting in front of a fan.) Occasionally though, I’d look up at him to find him smiling at me.

It wasn’t a normal smile. He smiles often. It was the smile every submissive lives for from his/her Dominant. It was a smile of love, one of pride. He’d occasionally mouth, “I love you”. I’d mouth it back. We didn’t speak a word the entire time. Yet, so much was spoken. So much was learned.

The second his feet landed on my back was the second I slipped into subspace. I think I purred audibly. I learned that my posture needs work. The way I was kneeling put unneeded pressure on my hips. I would have been much better off on all fours.

The look on his face told me that he enjoyed it as much as I did. It was a first for both of us, with this being his first D/s-type dynamic.

I think I’m going to try again today. Perhaps, this time, I’ll read my kindle while he props his feet up on me and reads his kindle.

The perfect way to kick off our weekend.

What do you think about human furniture? Human food carts, ottomans, etc? Leave your responses in the comments!

Found myself bristling to a tweet made by a friend yesterday. “Why are the cutest girls always lesbians?” I responded with ” ”

His response? “what? lesbians and androgynous women are cute/hot. straight girls just don’t look like that”

As a girl who identifies as mostly straight (I’ve only had 2 girl/girl sexual experiences in my life), it struck my feminist nerve.

Is there a specific “look” women of a certain sexual orientation have? If you were to look at me, would you say, “That girl’s been with women.” Or would you say, “Yup. Straight as an arrow.”?

Since, people are welcomed to their opinions, even if their logic seems way off, I decided to drop it on twitter. However, it does make me curious to see what others think of the subject.

I’m 24 years old, and I currently live in Houston, Texas. I come from a working middle class family. I make the most money out of my sister and parents, yet I’m still barely scraping by.

We all are.

I’ve never been much for traditional anything. Once I learned how to play football, I didn’t wear a dress or skirt until I was almost done with puberty. Pink is my least favorite color. Ever. I’m not a girly girl by any means.

So, I guess, without much surprise, that this would translate into my relationships as well. I sometimes call my 18-21 years my trampage, but I also feel that it takes away from all that I experienced during those years.

In sleeping with hundreds of guys, some I still maintain friendships with to this day, I was able to learn what I liked and didn’t like in bed. At the age of 21, I knew what I wanted my career to be, and I knew how I liked to be fucked. I’d say I was pretty ahead of my class.

In 2009, I discovered that the rabbit hole, known as BDSM, was deeper than I imagined. I learned more about myself that year, and experimented with submission, as well as Domination.

I also admitted to myself, and to my partner at the time that I was poly. That admission started the slippery slope to the end of the relationship, but to finally be okay with who I was empowered me like nothing did before.

2010 was a rough year for me. I was in a new state that did not have the kink community that I felt so comfortable in the year before. I spent much of the year feeling trapped, and wanting to run away. It almost did not matter where.

I met my current partner towards the end of September 2010. I didn’t expect anything to change. In fact, I expected to be hurt, crushed, you name it. What happened instead, was I found an equal. Someone who lifts me up, yet still makes me feel dumb sometimes. I think I do the same for him.

My entire outlook on my life changed when I met him.

The theme of 2011 for me is to let go of the past and to move on. As we reach the end of the year, I believe a rebirth of sorts is in order.

Hello, my name is Simone. I am 24 years old, and I identify as a polyamorous sadomasochistic submissive. At this time, I am in a monogamous relationship with my owner, and I’m the happiest I can remember being. We have an interesting relationship in that there isn’t a lot of protocol, nor is there any sort of classic D/s structure. It flows between vanilla and kink seamlessly. I do not wear a collar, or any other piece of jewelry that signifies a collaring, yet there’s a paddle always within reach in our apartment.

I listen to a wide variety of musical genres. I’m mostly a new wave kid at heart though.

This blog won’t just be about my kink exploits. Hopefully. I really want to be able to have a space where I can just get everything out. A therapy space of sorts. This might mean that some entries will be difficult to follow. That’s okay.

Please feel free to ask me questions. I’m a bit of an introvert, so you’ll have to be direct with me.

It was nice to meet you, blog. Let’s be best friends.