Dirty mind, healthy life

Dirty mind, healthy lifehttp://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/en-EUhourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00Dirty mind, healthy lifehttp://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/a1/48ba39951be447e1be5ef717b80a66_160x200.jpgDoll stringshttp://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/doll_strings~1534328/2007-01-09T19:02:21+01:00 Chapter Three Doll strings Monday 16th January Well Saturday night was interesting in more ways than one. I asked my friend J to come over and we could both have a girly night out, dressed as dolls of course. We were in our polka dot dolly dresses and ready to go, but where? Finally it was decided that we would be accepted at the fetish club which I let my friend hold in my dungeon. So we go armed with a 24 can case of cider, which we drank like demons, we were absolutely pissed. As dominant as I am I found myself in a rope bondage back to back with my drunken dolly friend. The rope was then hooked onto the suspension and then we were slowly being hauled up like puppets on a rope. Of course a crowd gathered to see us being tied up together, and all I could do was ask a by standard to remove my hair which was stuck to my lip-gloss. <a href="http://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/doll_strings~1534328/#comments">Comments</a> Chapter Three
Doll strings

Monday 16th January
Well Saturday night was interesting in more ways than one. I asked my friend J to come over and we could both have a girly night out, dressed as dolls of course. We were in our polka dot dolly dresses and ready to go, but where? Finally it was decided that we would be accepted at the fetish club which I let my friend hold in my dungeon. So we go armed with a 24 can case of cider, which we drank like demons, we were absolutely pissed. As dominant as I am I found myself in a rope bondage back to back with my drunken dolly friend. The rope was then hooked onto the suspension and then we were slowly being hauled up like puppets on a rope.
Of course a crowd gathered to see us being tied up together, and all I could do was ask a by standard to remove my hair which was stuck to my lip-gloss.

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]]>Dirty uncles hee heehttp://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/dirty_uncles_hee_hee~1534321/2007-01-09T19:00:52+01:00 Saturday 14th January Thinking back to my childhood memories and the links to my chosen career path. My most empowering memory was when I was seven, I was in my bedroom playing with my typewriter. My Uncle was visiting and he was in the with my mother and other relatives in the kitchen. I could hear them all gabbing like geese catching up with who's died, married born and footsteps coming towards my bedroom. I got a bad feeling about hearing him coming towards my room so I hid in the wardrobe. He must have heard the keys of the typewriter stop and the door of my hiding place shut, because he found me and had a quick feel of me through my clothes and up my skirt while chatting away to me asking how I was. Years later the power didn't hit me until I saw him again. I was sixteen and walked into my grandmothers house, and there he was, my uncle. As I looked at him my grandmother asked,"Do you remember who this is?" I kept my eyes on him and said, "Yes, I remember when I was little and I was in the wardrobe hiding from him." He looked at me and chuckled, "No you couldn't have remembered me because you were too young." I looked at his new young wife, and her two beautiful young little girls and all I could think was, "I wonder if he has fucked them yet?" Oh well, just seeing the panic in his eyes was enough for me. I felt satisfied to the point of skipping out of the house smirking to myself. I wonder what he was thinking, ha-ha. I don't see this or what happened to me as a bad thing, not in the slightest. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and I learned from it. I don't hate him in anyway or wish it never happened, it made me feel normal. Maybe I should explain. After the confrontation I plucked up the courage to say something to my auntie about what had happened to me when I was seven, and when I told her she casually said,"Oh don't worry about it, he tried to shag me when I was younger, but your granny had a word with him." That was the day I realized I was the only sane person in my fathers side of the family. <a href="http://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/dirty_uncles_hee_hee~1534321/#comments">Comments</a> Saturday 14th January
Thinking back to my childhood memories and the links to my chosen career path. My most empowering memory was when I was seven, I was in my bedroom playing with my typewriter. My Uncle was visiting and he was in the with my mother and other relatives in the kitchen. I could hear them all gabbing like geese catching up with who's died, married born and footsteps coming towards my bedroom. I got a bad feeling about hearing him coming towards my room so I hid in the wardrobe. He must have heard the keys of the typewriter stop and the door of my hiding place shut, because he found me and had a quick feel of me through my clothes and up my skirt while chatting away to me asking how I was.
Years later the power didn't hit me until I saw him again. I was sixteen and walked into my grandmothers house, and there he was, my uncle.
As I looked at him my grandmother asked,"Do you remember who this is?"
I kept my eyes on him and said, "Yes, I remember when I was little and I was in the wardrobe hiding from him."
He looked at me and chuckled, "No you couldn't have remembered me because you were too young."
I looked at his new young wife, and her two beautiful young little girls and all I could think was, "I wonder if he has fucked them yet?"
Oh well, just seeing the panic in his eyes was enough for me. I felt satisfied to the point of skipping out of the house smirking to myself. I wonder what he was thinking, ha-ha.
I don't see this or what happened to me as a bad thing, not in the slightest. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and I learned from it. I don't hate him in anyway or wish it never happened, it made me feel normal. Maybe I should explain. After the confrontation I plucked up the courage to say something to my auntie about what had happened to me when I was seven, and when I told her she casually said,"Oh don't worry about it, he tried to shag me when I was younger, but your granny had a word with him."
That was the day I realized I was the only sane person in my fathers side of the family.

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]]>Kitty bin lidshttp://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/kitty_bin_lids~1534309/2007-01-09T18:58:38+01:00 Sunday 8th January Well as sneaky as I am, I still get raging pangs of guilt. I put my Russian human hair extensions in last night, put on my best doll dress and went straight to E house. We watched Devils rejects and got pissed on cider and cheap sweet asit. I insisted on fucking him in my dolls dress on the laminate living room floor, stupid idea as I was sliding on my knees in my stockings.Only got fucked once that night though, I think I needed the company more than anything else. No wait, maybe it was more the need for refuge away from my German boyfriend. God I feel so bad for him right now but to make myself feel less guilty I try and focus on his annoying habits to get me riled and pissed off. God im such a bitch. Anyway as I was telling you about last night, the purpose of my dolly visit was to hide the fact I was feeling like a Betsy wetsy. I was going to fuck him and at the same time piss on him. Unfortunately I was so drunk I totally forgot to do this, Damn!!! <a href="http://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/kitty_bin_lids~1534309/#comments">Comments</a> Sunday 8th January
Well as sneaky as I am, I still get raging pangs of guilt. I put my Russian human hair extensions in last night, put on my best doll dress and went straight to E house. We watched Devils rejects and got pissed on cider and cheap sweet asit. I insisted on fucking him in my dolls dress on the laminate living room floor, stupid idea as I was sliding on my knees in my stockings.Only got fucked once that night though, I think I needed the company more than anything else. No wait, maybe it was more the need for refuge away from my German boyfriend. God I feel so bad for him right now but to make myself feel less guilty I try and focus on his annoying habits to get me riled and pissed off. God im such a bitch.
Anyway as I was telling you about last night, the purpose of my dolly visit was to hide the fact I was feeling like a Betsy wetsy. I was going to fuck him and at the same time piss on him. Unfortunately I was so drunk I totally forgot to do this, Damn!!!

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]]>Lolly pie handshttp://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/lolly_pie_hands~1534300/2007-01-09T18:56:44+01:00 Chapter two Lolly piehands Wednesday 4th January Today I went to the cash and carry to buy stock for my new online venture. Got the most strange looks by our ethnic friends that own the place, well I suppose a single white female with a trolley load of shower douches and clit stimulators might draw some attention. Shit, fucking shoes! And of course I trip and watch them smirk and turn away, bastards. <a href="http://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/lolly_pie_hands~1534300/#comments">Comments</a> Chapter two
Lolly piehands
Wednesday 4th January
Today I went to the cash and carry to buy stock for my new online venture. Got the most strange looks by our ethnic friends that own the place, well I suppose a single white female with a trolley load of shower douches and clit stimulators might draw some attention. Shit, fucking shoes! And of course I trip and watch them smirk and turn away, bastards.

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]]>Dollyhttp://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/dolly~1534283/2007-01-09T18:54:40+01:00 Tuesday 3rd January Well Im in the dungeon answering the phone on behalf of T, who has insisted on boring me to death, babbling on about her dream she had. Im not interested, so I bury my nose in the latest copy of Bizarre, I especially enjoy the review on incest porn. As much as i try to portray the opposite, my personal life is much more morbid and sordid than my work life could ever be. The dungeon is a clinical, clean cut business, offering all fetish fantasy role-play. Straight forward enough. My life meanwhile is a fantasy role-play with the occasional hint of reality. In my dungeon role I am the owner, manager and Mistress. I am firmly established as a package, respected as all three as all three have the same personality. I only have to be the one person to fit all three roles. At home however I strive to be a doll. I wear my custom made dolly dresses, dolly shoes, I curl my dolly hair and dance my dolly dance. Then I become compelled to be a sex doll, sitting on my dildo chair while wanking with my angel egg. Then I feel the need to dress in my pyjamas and watch malcolm in the middle while pretending to my flat mate I've been up to nothing at all. Sometimes I pretend I can play the piano , and sit crossed legged at the bottom of my bed while my cats watch me sing cornflake girl while playing the duvet which in my mind are the keys of my grand piano. I seem to have more fun by myself, maybe its the solitude and no judging eyes around me. <a href="http://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/dolly~1534283/#comments">Comments</a> Tuesday 3rd January
Well Im in the dungeon answering the phone on behalf of T, who has insisted on boring me to death, babbling on about her dream she had. Im not interested, so I bury my nose in the latest copy of Bizarre, I especially enjoy the review on incest porn. As much as i try to portray the opposite, my personal life is much more morbid and sordid than my work life could ever be. The dungeon is a clinical, clean cut business, offering all fetish fantasy role-play. Straight forward enough. My life meanwhile is a fantasy role-play with the occasional hint of reality. In my dungeon role I am the owner, manager and Mistress. I am firmly established as a package, respected as all three as all three have the same personality. I only have to be the one person to fit all three roles. At home however I strive to be a doll. I wear my custom made dolly dresses, dolly shoes, I curl my dolly hair and dance my dolly dance. Then I become compelled to be a sex doll, sitting on my dildo chair while wanking with my angel egg. Then I feel the need to dress in my pyjamas and watch malcolm in the middle while pretending to my flat mate I've been up to nothing at all. Sometimes I pretend I can play the piano , and sit crossed legged at the bottom of my bed while my cats watch me sing cornflake girl while playing the duvet which in my mind are the keys of my grand piano. I seem to have more fun by myself, maybe its the solitude and no judging eyes around me.

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]]>Crimson wavehttp://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/08/crimson_wave~1530573/2007-01-08T20:47:35+01:00 Monday 2nd January I woke up this morning to my phone ringing, "fucking dirty bitches have left the dungeon a fucking mess! Candle wax all over the floor, dirty bins, not even bothered to empty them." "It was R who had opened up the dungeon to start her shift to find the other dommes hadn't cleared up from the Saturday before. "Ill be there in 30 minutes" I said trying to pry myself out of bed. Oh the trials and tribulations of owning a dungeon. I kiss E goodbye, who is having a long lie in bed and the person who I am casually fucking at the moment, and leave for work. May I just say that my actual boyfriend is a big German and my husband is a fuckwitt, I hate them both with a passion. 00:25 I cant sleep at all. I have woken up every few minutes or so, I have E on my mind. What I find funny is how when I was driving with My German, we were discussing the band Clandestine Blaze. God forbid I casually asked the question, "What does clandestine mean?" Well after the German laughed at me and made me feel like an absolute moron, eventually I was to learn its meaning, I meant to use it with a vengeance. Well now Im in a clandestine relationship with E, having clandestine sex, in a clandestine place, and unfortunately having to keep my clandestine feeling to myself. To top this night of insomnia off, the 50 greatest kisses is on tv, and on the other channel is fatal attraction. I think with E its definitely the sex. I love the kissing, I love the mutton chops on his face when I run my nose thought them. I love his smell and taste. While he was in the bathroom I was on his couch on all fours telling his cat that his daddy was going to come in and proceed to roll up my skirt, pull his dick out from his jeans and slide it ball deep into my period soaked pussy. Would you believe it, I must be physic, because that's exactly what happened. Speaking of menstruating, it was on my last period that I made E take out my tampon and draw onto a white sheet of paper, a little cartoon face was all he could muster up. The month before that I made him take out my tampon with his teeth then suck the hot, chunky, dripping piece of cotton until he was nearly sick. Oh well, I don't mind if he has a weak stomach for the crimson wave, huh, men. <a href="http://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/08/crimson_wave~1530573/#comments">Comments</a> Monday 2nd January
I woke up this morning to my phone ringing, "fucking dirty bitches have left the dungeon a fucking mess! Candle wax all over the floor, dirty bins, not even bothered to empty them."
"It was R who had opened up the dungeon to start her shift to find the other dommes hadn't cleared up from the Saturday before. "Ill be there in 30 minutes" I said trying to pry myself out of bed. Oh the trials and tribulations of owning a dungeon. I kiss E goodbye, who is having a long lie in bed and the person who I am casually fucking at the moment, and leave for work. May I just say that my actual boyfriend is a big German and my husband is a fuckwitt, I hate them both with a passion.

00:25
I cant sleep at all. I have woken up every few minutes or so, I have E on my mind. What I find funny is how when I was driving with My German, we were discussing the band Clandestine Blaze. God forbid I casually asked the question, "What does clandestine mean?" Well after the German laughed at me and made me feel like an absolute moron, eventually I was to learn its meaning, I meant to use it with a vengeance. Well now Im in a clandestine relationship with E, having clandestine sex, in a clandestine place, and unfortunately having to keep my clandestine feeling to myself. To top this night of insomnia off, the 50 greatest kisses is on tv, and on the other channel is fatal attraction.

I think with E its definitely the sex. I love the kissing, I love the mutton chops on his face when I run my nose thought them. I love his smell and taste. While he was in the bathroom I was on his couch on all fours telling his cat that his daddy was going to come in and proceed to roll up my skirt, pull his dick out from his jeans and slide it ball deep into my period soaked pussy. Would you believe it, I must be physic, because that's exactly what happened.

Speaking of menstruating, it was on my last period that I made E take out my tampon and draw onto a white sheet of paper, a little cartoon face was all he could muster up. The month before that I made him take out my tampon with his teeth then suck the hot, chunky, dripping piece of cotton until he was nearly sick. Oh well, I don't mind if he has a weak stomach for the crimson wave, huh, men.

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]]>Rules of the fetish Communityhttp://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/08/rules_of_the_fetish_community~1530532/2007-01-08T20:41:49+01:00 Chapter one Rules of the fetish community All women in the community must be backstabbing, jealous bitches. It is a nice and rare occurrence when you meet pleasant, approachable females. If your a man you must be one of the following *Thick *Pretending to be posh *Arrogant *Boring *All of the above *Know it all pain in the ass Even though all of the above can be quite annoying, they seem to think that by also playing the Dell boy to make themselves more interesting, by telling you they can acquire anything the Mistresses desires, usually materializing into nothing. <a href="http://glasgowgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/08/rules_of_the_fetish_community~1530532/#comments">Comments</a> Chapter one
Rules of the fetish community

All women in the community must be backstabbing, jealous bitches. It is a nice and rare occurrence when you meet pleasant, approachable females.
If your a man you must be one of the following
*Thick
*Pretending to be posh
*Arrogant
*Boring
*All of the above
*Know it all pain in the ass

Even though all of the above can be quite annoying, they seem to think that by also playing the Dell boy to make themselves more interesting, by telling you they can acquire anything the Mistresses desires, usually materializing into nothing.

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