I’m starting a new series of journal-style literature works.  So, here’s the deal, you all know I write stories on here.  Some are fiction.  Some are like diary entries about my self-bondage experiments.  I have also published one “Challenge Accepted” story which was a journal entry about a challenging self-bondage position that I attempted on a dare from a DA member.  I’ve got another of those in the works for once Katie and I have finished The Stories That Bind.  So that concept is kind of catching on.

Now, beside posting my content, I also have fun being social both commenting on other people’s content and through the Chat function on DA.  I’ve made some pretty good friends here.  Then there are some other relationships that are hard to define exactly.  We collaborate, we chit chat, but then sometimes they dominate me too.  Like I said, hard to define.  I’ll just say it’s really cool and quirky and exciting.  Like, I don’t know if I’m going to get a “Hey, how’s the weather?” or a, “I want you hogtied with a dildo inside you immediately.”

For context, those kinds of directives are things we call daily tasks.  And I am 100% totally comfortable with them.  They’re absolutely assigned to help me accomplish goals that I have for myself on my journey of submission and self-understanding.  That being said, when I get assigned a daily task, it’s not an optional thing.  I HAVE to perform the daily task.

As it happens, today’s daily task involves writing.  So, I’m performing it right now!  Yippie!!  But the purpose is for me to practice focusing through serious distraction.  While I’m typing, as in, right this second, I’m super thoroughly gagged, and I have my massage wand tied up on me.  It’s just humming away on medium, making me gasp and squirm.  And gasping through one’s nose isn’t the easiest gasping; in case you were wondering…

Let me tell you about the gag.  As instructed, I’m wearing just an oppressive gag.  The inner-most layer is a pair of clean socks.  Next is a basic ball gag.  After that I did multiple wraps of duct tape.  Then I went over that with multiple wraps of electrician’s tape.  And after THAT I applied a huge stretchy compression bandage.  It’s nuts.  It feels like my face weighs 99 pounds.  I can actually SEE the gag when I’m looking straight at my monitor.

And that’s it.  I have to write while getting vibed and while wearing this redundant gag.  And because I’m a glutton and I think it feels sexy, I’m wearing hand cuffs too.  I’m squirming in my seat rolling and spinning on the rollers because I can’t sit still and I’m 1,000% distracted.  But I’m performing my task!  (Because I’m a good girl, damnit!)

Two more point to make and I’m done.  Point number one, if I have typos, I get punished.  You don’t want to know the details.

And point number two….what?  What’s that?  You DO want to know the details??  Dang it.  You’re burning my biscuits now.  But alright.

For every certifiable screwup (typos), I’m going to get one minute of my tens unit.  That’s the electronic shock muscle stimulation machine I have for injury rehabilitation but that also works to send painful pulsed of convulsive electricity through soft tissue.  You might not have read it, but I did a whole story about being tied up with it applied to my nipples.  Yeah.  That sucked a lot.  So, I’m hoping no typos.

Which is kind of freaking hard with my brain swimming in all of these “feel good” juices.  God.  Dang.  It.  AHHHHHH.   Sorry.  Not sorry.  Just keep typing, Tina….

Jesus.   K.

Point number two.  I was thinking this might be fun to make it interactive.  Like, why not let my other friends on DA give me daily tasks?  What could go wrong with that??

Ouch, rib cramp.  Should have hydrated better this morning.  Then again, I wasn’t expecting a writing masturbation session today.   Grrrrr.

Back to point two.  What do y’all think?  Just, like, comment or something, I guess.  I can’t type anymore.  No whammies, no whammies, no whammies!

Later!  Love y’all!