Rising Heights

I want to feel hornier than I can ever dream.

I know that I feel things and it’s hard to let them out.

It’s been 3 years since anyone’s touched me.

I have someone I send nudes to and je had taken pride in showing them off…

Because he’s my Master and wants to be happy with me being his spot slut… for him, Sir Derek and Sir Rick.

My servitude hasn’t ended and he enjoys the bounds he has over me… even from another state.

He’s had me video chat and put my on display. I was not permitted know or see my virtues viewers because their reactions/responses were simply for my Master’s pleasures.

I’ve been secretly signed displayed more than I could ever imagine. Nipples hard and throbbing. Pussy pink and wet, so moist… for I do not know the true count of all I’ve made bust a nut in the privacy of their own homes.

Master gladly brags how how he is at their reactions and that’s I will send him more pictures today of his slut.

Think I Want Better?

FACING MY REALITY

I have never really been in a polygamous relationship; although I thought that I would’ve been in one the way my life was going. I am the type of person that never really stayed monogamous, no matter what relationship I have been in. There were times I have hidden my infidelity and then there were times the main person knew and judged me for my desires and left me.

I just want to be myself. I am bisexual and want the best of both worlds where I don’t have to choose between whether I can be with a man or woman or just one person. I am not sure where my life is going, but I have been single since the summer of 2017 and yes, I do get extremely lonely and get tired of satisfying myself regularly.

Since this pandemic, it definitely keeps me to myself. I don’t want anyone breathing in my direction and so I find that I am grateful; in a sense, that I am alone.

PORNHUB IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND

The more I say I am not going to look atย Pornhub each day, the more my search engine seems to be opened up to it. I still have urges to be with others, but that is definitely a hard pass for me right now. Maybe it was meant to be that I am alone.

Maybe.

I long to be wanted, needed, loved, and admired. I know that if I had to be quarantined with someone, we’d be fucking all day, every day!

My search engine is filled with lesbian porn. I do occasionally look at the soft BDSM, and group sex videos (lesbian and heterosexual) because voyeurism and submission are my thing.

When I am out and about my thoughts wander to if I would actually fuck anyone I see as “hot” and if they consider me as “hot” as well.

This is just a rant because I am lonely and off from work today, no essential working for me…which I find I barely have time to think my own private thoughts. Just wanted to be myself today…

Patience

I apologize for the lack of posts… I’m transitioning into a new job and hopefully will be back on track next week.

I miss y’all a great deal.

I have the ideas I’d like to share with you, but I want them to be right not haphazardly given.

Please be patient with me.

Love you all,

Zena Ann

Horny

Here I am horny as hell,

I have no-one to make me cum.

Can’t masturbate, not like I want.

I am wet and throbbing inside,

Eager to please and be your slut.

Tie me up, put me on sexual display,

At the mercy of you and your guests.

They won’t stop until you say,

For your pleasure they will enjoy me,

Your pussy spread, showing my wetnes.

I will squirt, squirm and scream,

They will admire you for training me.

They will enjoy the pink nipples you own,

Their lips & hands will keep them engorged.

Multiple mouths will eat your pussy,

You spread me open & watch their feasting.

I will not be in control of any of it,

Because I am yours, your slut.

You will be pleased with my service,

You will give them pics for their enjoyment.

I will have no choice, but to comply,

They will be your secret fan club.

They shall know EVERYTHING about me,

No secrets shall be held sexually.

Women and men will enjoy me greatly,

For you have trained me to be pleasing.

What Makes You Cum?

For me it’s something as simple as playing with my nipples. Hell, even if you look at them I start melting.

Exactly how I feel!

The sensation of my pussy walls showing how much someone is affecting me goes beyond any words I could describe.

Being molded and touched to be just what the person wanted… as they watch my writhing at their mercy.

Mmmm, I’m not in control, they are!

Screaming from pleasure, not from pain. Well, unless it’s the pleasurable trusting kind. ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ†

I could go on and on, but that’ll presently make me explode. ๐Ÿ’‹

Anxiety Over Everything That Others Find Miniscule #sb4mh #sexbloggerformentalhealth #mentalawareness

I get leery when others are close toย my personal space;ย which to me means if I can hear you breathing or smell your breath and or body odor (be-it your perfume or sweat) it makes me hyperventilate. I get irritable and start spazzing by indignantly telling them that we aren’t married and didn’t realize we were on a honeymoon.

I’ve always felt a sense of claustrophobia when others are next to me. I’m not sure if it’s because of being sexually assaulted when I was younger, but I don’t like others that I didn’t invite in my personal space. Ever since my recent accident, I get into such a frenzy when I am crossing the street; since I am now a living bobblehead while crossing the street on the lookout for anyone else who seems to forget their obligation to driving instead of texting and driving.

I curse out the drivers that turn while failing to use their turn signal lights.

Use your fucking turn signal lights. IT’S FREE! AS MUCH AS YOU PAID, IT COMES WITH THE FUCKING CAR!!!ย 

I begin to get sweaty and shaky and find myself breathing rapidly. At times, I swear I can still feel the impact of being hit by this asshole’s SUV. I then find myself ridiculing myself because I get so anxious. Yet, it’s bad enough I already live with other issues of mental illness without this new added one.

I have recently started taking Cymbalta to aid in my coping with my depression and anxiety. It’s only been two weeks, but it may actually be working some. I don’t find myself to be so edgy, I think.

When others on right on my back, I still get panicky because my back does hurt every day. It’s just some days are worse than others and when people are really close to my back the least little bump is enough to send me to the ER after I hear,

I’m sorry.

Your fucking sorry doesn’t help my back from being fucked up. I am trying to not be rude when Iย askย someone to back up and give me a few inches of my own personal space. It’s a process and I have to realize that not everyone knows or understands my plight for my own safety and peace of mind.