Bed post

One staple fantasy I think almost every sub has is the whole tied spread eagle to the bed. It's like fantasizing with training wheels, it's there. It's that first step.

Or maybe that's just me. Either way.

Master tied me down to the bed. The stretch in my arms and legs, the inability to really impact anything, and the feelings as he taped rotor after rotor after rotor onto the shivering sensitive places on my body... *shiver* It was delicious.

I was already soaking wet by the time he came home, panting and trying not to struggle as he taped a rotor onto each nipple, and nuzzled the biggest against my clit before securing it in place. The thick wireless egg slipped inside my pussy very easily - blindfolded, gagged, I yanked at the ropes as the little vibes came to life all over me.

And then Master went to go play a game. Literally. I lay there tied down to the bed, whimpering, struggling against the binds, enjoying the pleasures coursing through me, all while trying not to make too much noise. From time to time he would excuse himself, making adjustments to the tempo and/or strength of the vibes. Usually the wireless inside me would be the most distracting, but the one nestled against my clit certainly won out more often than not. Surprisingly the ones on my nipples were far more effective that I expected them to be.

I was on edge rather quickly, slipping into not giving a damn about whether or not I was over heard, falling into the pleasure and the helplessness like a good little sub <3

I don't know how long the pleasure went on before Master got the flog out, but I remember the rush of sensations as it skimmed across my body. The near orgasmic pleasure tinged with pain as it licked at my cunt, kissed along my breasts. I was almost grateful that I didn't have Master's full and undivided attention, as there weren't any ice cubes or wax drops, no prickly wheel, or anything to take the place of the rotors on my chest.

I was beginning to think I was going to cum just from the vibrations against my nipples. A suck, lick, or tender nibble from my Master might've been the only thing missing by the time he pulled the egg out of my messy dripping slit. Just the barest touch from his hands made me jump, the pleasurable sensation was strong and very unexpected.

When his fingers plunged inside, the slight curl to hit that delightful g-spot, I nearly came. It didn't even take much after that. I came hard, and with a little extra stimulation (the rotor on my clit wasn't on as far as I could tell) I probably would've soaked Master's hand and half the bed while I was at it -^^-

Though, that's far from a complaint. The entire session was fantastically enjoyable, and I look forward to doing it again... and again <3 Little variations make all the difference I'm sure, but the basic setup was just divine <3

The Games We Play

So, being that I'm in a long distance relationship - though admittedly not for much longer (yay!), I find that there's two things (aside from daydreaming up bdsm fantasies) that I do a lot of.

Look at porn and play sex games.

Wetpussy is a good place to go. There's more than just bdsm themed games there, and the best part is they're free. Now you can wander around and find most of them have a pay version, or hell, some of them are trials that link directly to the pay versions.

So far there's only one I've paid for and quite frankly, it was worth every meager penny.

Kasumi: Rebirth is addictive. It's even More addictive when you remove the trial restrictions and can play the game full throttle. You don't have to worry about certain actions freezing it, etc etc. There's extra backgrounds, costumes, voice overs (with english and japanese, and even a natural bilingual option too O.o ). I can't remember where I got mine from - some indy games download place. If I can find it I'll update this post with the info.

Most of this is cause I don't have a nice cuddly and equally horny Master within arms' reach to do similar naughty and possibly just cuddly things with. I need some sort of outlet, and the games provide a nice one. Oddly though, for better or worse, both the games and the porn lately have lost their edge. Instead of getting lost in the story/setup/options I find that for the most part I'm just wanting to be around my lover more than before.

With my move on the horizon this isn't a bad thing, and probably a nice healthy turn for the best. I think it'll do a lot for my writing too, since most of the time I stop because I get heartsick. ^^;

Levels of Wet

I've noticed I tend to make a mess. From squirting to just plain old getting horny and wet. I'm sure certain things affect this, like hydration, teasing, time elapsed, etc.

What I don't get is how sometimes I can get really really wet and barely cum at all. Other times I can wonder what the hell's wrong why am I not getting turned on and that's when the mother of all orgasms hits.

Now, I'd just shrug it off as varying states of hydration, but I don't really change how much or how little I'm drinking on a day to day basis. I drink my big jug of water almost empty every day, and the days I don't I don't leave much in the silly thing at all. So it can't really be that big of a difference I wouldn't think.

Maybe there's really no direct connection between the two. Juices produced vs. amount of horniness felt. I'd say "This calls for experimentation!" But honestly, I'm in no real position to keep track of that sort of thing. 9 times out of 10 I kinda lose my head and roll right on into la-la land. And I Like la-la land, so I don't want to specifically drag myself out of it just to keep track of something like this.

Maybe it has something to do with how much or little penetration... though that can't be it. Unless dildos and cocks are juice absorbent and it just seems like I'm wet enough to be frothy before anything goes in and then nearly dry when things come out.

Again, "This calls for experimentation!"

Fantasies

Everyday I masturbate 2 times. At the least. Generally before I go to bed, and before I go to work (I work the night shift). One's to help me sleep, the other's to help relax me before work takes over. I'd say it's almost mechanical, as it's more for the release than anything else. But the nice part about it are the fantasies, the little mini stories that give me nice ideas to relay to Master.

Like, being in a truck yard and being led around by a leash until we find a suitable trucker for me to service. Having the man bend me over right in the lot and take me while Master watches, whispering little orders, enjoying as I get closer and closer and finally telling me to cum so the poor trucker can experience what it's like when a woman orgasms.

Or being tied up in front of a bunch of people, with another little sub between my legs, eating me out with a tongue vibrator and trying to push me over the edge while I try my best not to cum in front of everyone.

Or being bent over and tied to a horse, red ass in the air, toys purring away, listening to Master call me a good girl as his cock slowly sinks into my ass, filling me up as I'm covered in lash marks and toys.

So... yeah, I have good fantasies ^_^

I can has a twitter~

So, I realized there's some things that come to my mind that I'd love to get off my chest and share. But I can't on my main twitter account cause half the people that follow me would go up the wall ape-shit to find out I'm not a proper vanilla girl.

If you -want-, you can follow me @TiedUpPet ^_^

Time vs. Inclination

I love to write, and I've got enough time to do at least a little bit of it every day. I go through these bouts though of not having the inclination. Now, sometimes there's just too much stuff on my mind, whether it be concerns about work, family, etc. Sometimes I just plain don't feel like writing (typing), and actually managing to do so becomes a huge pain in the ass.

The problem is I've got a LOT of writing I want to do. Completing my 3rd novel, working on starting a new series, short stories for her, etc etc. I don't know if I need to manage my time better, or if I need a stronger motivation. I've always been self-driven when it comes to writing, but this blog (one that has a posting schedule set by my Master) certainly sees a LOT more love than the one I have for my novels and the characters.

Does this mean I crave the kind of D/s relationship we have in the bedroom in other aspects as well? Would being told to write on certain days during certain times "or else" really be something that would spur on my abilities? Or would the natural ebb of how I write just end up causing writer's block in that time frame? Do I even have the right to expect my Master to take on such a responsibility for me, a full grown and fully capable adult?

I do know that my impending move has taken a lot of my mind-wandering Oh-I-should-write-that-down kind of creativeness away, but honestly moving from Ohio to Arizona is a big freakin' move. Being distracted by it is only natural.

Should a D/s relationship be totally inclusive though? Should I turn myself over to my Master that fully to begin with? I mean, nevermind I don't think he wants that kind of relationship anyway, but it makes my mind reel. I don't have a problem handing things over in the bedroom - so to speak - but when it comes to just about everything else, the road's equality, not subservience.

Either way, tomorrow I'm going to try to post about some of the fantasies I've been having lately. I don't know whether or not to blame Master or my own apparently repressed desires, but goodness more and more they've included complete strangers >.>

Well there goes that

I had this great train of thought for a halfway decent post about something that would have totally been interesting to someone I'm sure.

Instead I went to the movies with my mom and a couple of her friends (Safe House, I liked it, but mom thought it was too slow) and the side-show that came with the movie has since derailed my train of thought.

I'm an open minded person. I am. I don't even care about semi-inappropriate displays of affection. It's 2012, most people don't even pay attention to that crap anymore. Except.

My mom.

And it wouldn't have been so bad I don't think, if said couple had been - in some capacity at the least - an actual couple. Instead it was a 40+ year old man and a 18ish year old boy making all sorts of petting and coziness in the corner.

And this is just the information I managed to hear second hand that I didn't even WANT to hear. My mom's pretty open to about anything, so when something was causing her to spazz out I was more than happy to go on being blissfully ignorant about the entire situation.

But she wouldn't stop talking about it, and I ended up with Waaaaaaaay more information than I wanted. And now I can't really think about anything else with any kind of clarity to be able to write about it.

Honestly though, it felt good to get that off my chest. I'll keep physical descriptions of said oddball couple to myself - it just makes it worse.

Squirting

So, one of the highlights of Master's vacationing out here with me was the fact that he finally got me to make a not-so-confined mess. We'd been reading about, and talking about, the concept of squirting, or female ejaculation - whichever you prefer.

I was under a couple of assumptions - one that it wasn't something anyone could do, and secondly that it wasn't something *I* could do.

As far as I can tell now, neither one of these is true. Being a long-distance contender might not be something everyone is capable of, but actually managing to make a watery mess is entirely possible.

A couple things to keep in mind is to go to the bathroom first and grab a towel. One, for a woman it's kind of a healthy practice to get into before and after sex anyway. Helps avoid most all infections. Two, you're not going to worry about pissing yourself if you've already gone, because that's kind of what it feels like when that orgasm is building up inside you.

The towel is to help protect the bed, chair, etc. Whatever you're using at that point. I don't recommend trying to stand through it.

Master got an attachment for our wand and the curved one worked beautifully. The hardest part of the entire scene was actually letting the orgasm hit me, I kept worrying I really was going to just pee everywhere. After a certain point though, I really didn't care, and the orgasm that hit was fantastic.

An orgasm from your clit feels really good. I'll never argue this point. But one from your G-spot is an experience all on its own. The sensation of that vibrator moving back and forth across that nerve-packed part of your pussy is enough to get you to start speaking in tongues. I'd say being tied down tautly is probably the best thing safety wise.

Since then I've been a little messier with my orgasms all around. There's a weird sense of feeling like I'm going to squirt even though I don't have a way to hit my g-spot without Master around. Not that I'd want to anyway, the orgasm is intense enough I'd rather have him there to not only enjoy watching his pet scream and trash in pleasure - but also because if I do passout I don't want to be alone when it happens ^^;

Collared

I can't say for how long I've wanted a collar. The feel of rope, the need for domination, the desire to submit - all these things have been a part of who I am for ages, but the want to be collared was relatively new. It was, in its own way, symbolic. A physical manifestation of the term Master, and of slave.

I was beyond happy to wear the gift, and Master, I think, was happy to have me wear it.

The evening started out with a body stocking - an article of clothing I'm quickly becoming attached to. They're snug and restrictive in a way without being uncomfortable in the slightest, and they don't really cover -anything-, so much as give the illusion of clothing. I'd never worn one for Master before, but I'd had an idea that they'd be well received. I'd also bought more than we ended up using, but they'll get their turn before long I'm sure.

The only thing more enjoyable than the feel of rope against my skin are Master's hands. From the sharp sting of a slap to the gently maddening caress, they're quite capable of anything. I did my best not to get too emotional as the collar was buckled on. I'd helped design it, and really enjoyed the feel of it all around - I couldn't even bring myself to speak for the first few moments, choking on my thanks and biting back tears.

I never wanted to take it back off.

Master's work began after that. Cuffs and rope, blindfold and bondage tape. Sliding his pet onto her back he went to work - tying my hands near the collar, taping my legs to themselves and obliterating my sense of sight. Like the good little horny pet I am, I was horribly wet before he'd even finished. The ropes that kept my wrists near my neck also looped down and gave my feet something to struggle against. It was delightfully restrictive, and yet loose enough that I could squirm as I moaned in anticipation and pleasure.

All the feelings slipped into one another, and I don't remember if that was the night I had to withstand the nipple clamps, or if that came later. In all honesty, to me, it doesn't much matter. I'd earned time with the clamps and I knew it was coming, like it or not, but the slightest caress, the lightest touch from my Master makes so many things bearable.

Whenever the clamps happened, I remember very clearly when they came off. The warning, the steady voice of Master telling me to take a deep breath, and that breath turning into a gasping scream as the blood rushed back into the sensitive bits of flesh.  I don't like the feel of the clamps - the pain is a little too sharp, but I have to admit, I've spent days remembering that moment that they came off. The rush, the warning, the tone in his voice, the fear, the near orgasmic rush I was helpless to stop.

I don't like clamps, but sweet mother of mary I can, at the very least, understand why there's people that do enjoy them.

Grumble snap snarl

So, my memory sucks. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this at least a couple times before now. I even wrote down a small list of the highlights of what happened while Master was here visiting. I've ever intention of going over them at some point.

But, when he left at first I wasn't really down in the dumps, so much as I just didn't want to think about what had happened. I didn't want the memories to exacerbate the fact that I missed him so much. And then there's this week - where I'm on my period, grumbly, moody, and just in an all around crap ass mood.

However, it kind of works out, because out of the entire vacation there was one thing that was bugging me, and this is a good time to get it out of my system.

Anal.

I've done it before, years ago granted, and I've successfully gotten this delightful vibrating toy to go just about all the way in on my own many many times. But I swear every time we tried to do something while he was here it was woefully unsuccessful. Maybe it was the circumstance, or the mood at the time, given I'd always worked the toy in before getting worked up.

All the ifs, buts, maybes, and whatnots though, aren't really lessening the fact that it feels like I was reason for the "woeful" failures. At the same time though, a lot of that feeling and sentiment right now is just hormonal imbalance, and I'm sure it'll even out over another couple of days. I suppose I shouldn't complain though, if that's the only thing that went sour during the entire vacation then by all means it was a huge success, and of course Master doesn't blame me for a bit of it.

I just can't wait to move, I want the ups and downs of day to day life, not the ups and downs of getting to see someone for a week every 3-4 months. XD It'll certainly make blogging and such much easier to do on schedule.

Rope Dress

The first day Master got in we had planned to kind of take things easy. His flight was long, he'd been early, etc.

This isn't the way things went.

We ended up going out to dinner with my mom. Aside from getting to spend a week with each other, him meeting the majority of my family was pretty much the reason for him to come to a cold wet state instead of me going down to a nice warm dry one.

Before dinner however, Master offered to put me in a rope dress. Sure, I agreed, I'd actually worn a turtle neck sweater specifically to be able to help hide anything he might chose to do to me before we had to leave. From the moment the rope hit my skin I was fighting to maintain control. It was a bit snug when he was done, and maybe a little too snug. I enjoy the restrained feeling, but it wasn't until about halfway through dinner that I realized it was just a tad too uncomfortable.

What Master added to the rope dress that wasn't helping me was a small knot. In the single most sensitive place, I'd stand up, sit down, or walk, and I could feel that devious little knot slipping along what was already a very wet slit and clit.

Dinner went well, I managed to focus on the food, and until the conversation moved to sports I was focusing on that fairly well too. We had planned to make one more stop before going back to the hotel, but at that point I needed to get out of the rope dress, it was getting close to get me out of it now, and I didn't want to have to cut it if we could avoid it. (Granted, I wasn't going to let it harm me just to keep the silly rope intact. )

While I wasn't too surprised at how wet I'd gotten the rope when we finally did get it off, but Master commented on it just enough to make me blush.

Sadly, the rest of the night is a blur. I didn't get much sleep before his flight came in, and I'd been on edge for an entire week before that. My body and mind were gone enough that no matter how many times I try to play that night over in my mind, I just simply can't remember what else happened.

I do remember that the bed sucked horribly, and I didn't sleep well that night either, but we worked those kinks out easily enough the next night ^_^

A week's time

It's much harder to separate the events of an entire week's vacation than it was to keep track of an extended weekend stay. The really important part? Best Vacation so far <3

The close second? I got to wear my collar.

I don't think I could describe to someone who doesn't get bdsm how incredible of a feeling it was. Words kind of failed me even when Master put it on me. Face to face, naked but for some cuffs (I think), I don't remember even managing a thank you. I was too afraid to talk, worried my voice would crack, afraid the sound would open the gates of emotion and I'd just start crying right there.

It's beautiful. Light blue and white leather, with a nice soft interior and three rings on it.

Part of me wanted to cry, it was an item I'd craved for years, something I wanted to not only earn, but receive from someone that I could call my Master. Someone who had enough of my respect, trust, and heart to not just demand any such title, but wait for me to want to use it.

Another part of me didn't want to take it off. I wanted to be able to wear it constantly. I wanted the whole world to see, and for those in the know to know. I can't say 100% that I have the guts to actually wear it in front of my family, decidedly vanilla that they are, but I doubt I would've argued the point.

I've fantasized about this lifestyle for years. Easily since I was 19, if not before then. Now that I'm in it, now that I'm learning more and more about the complexities, the layers, the mental vs. physical vs. emotional - I'm so fulfilled and happy that I don't care to keep it a secret.

At the same time it's something intimate. Between two people, a bond in more than just the physical.

*wanders off with a happy little sigh*  It was a good week, and I'll get into it more later.

Belated birthday

So for Master's birthday I had gotten together a little outfit. Kind of a cartoony looking sailor outfit, minus the godawful ugly hat. I'd meant for some boots to go with it, but the long leather knee highs don't fit my thicker calves, so I just went with a wide diamond net body stocking instead.

It was for him to do with it all as he pleased. Destroy it, preserve it, stain or mare it - It was all in his hands because that too was part of the birthday gift.

When I'd finished putting it on I hadn't expected to come out from the bathroom and find him sitting - almost villain-like in one of the chairs, facing my entrance, one leg lazily crossed over the other. I explained the perks of the gift, and walked over to him, certainly not needing to be beckoned into my Master's parlor at this point.

What happened next was completely unexpected. There were no flogs, no cuffs, no rope, no toys even. Just the ridiculously gentle touch of Master's hands sliding over my body. And not even sliding over the most sensitive places I have! The bodystocking worked against me as his fingers slipped over the well-fitting threads, the feel of the gentle touch had me wet and weak before his fingers even began to slip through my hair.

He ignored my breasts, pointedly ignored my clit and most of the area surrounding it. His demands came surprisingly as the edge of orgasm rushed up on me and his command to cum brought the desired reaction. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't in control, I was already lost in a shivery haze of gentle pleasure. I didn't even register the actual orgasm myself until his fantastic purr of "good girl" slipped into my ear.

Again and again, struggling to stand, wanting him to stop the teasing, being on the verge of begging for mercy, he would command that I cum. Every time he demanded it my body obeyed, even as I shuddered in disbelieving pleasure. The orgasms weren't earth-shattering, they weren't causing me to squirt or anything like that, but dammit they felt good <3 And I was certainly becoming a shivering wet, dripping mess by the 3rd or 4th one.

I don't remember just how many it took to bring me to my knees, but I know it happened. Then it was towards the bed we went. I remember the pictures, mostly because a day or so later I flipped through them on Master's camera. I remember being so wet that even while on my hands and knees on the bed he barely had to touch me to be able to show me just how dripping wet I was. And still he hadn't ran his incredible touch over the places I wanted it so badly.

I was his happy delirious and soaking wet whore. His pet, his toy, and dammit was he ever good at playing with me.

His cock has always felt good, awesome, the perfect size to fill me up, never hurting or ruining the pleasures. It filled me slowly, his voice calm and steady, words barely understood, mostly the understanding was from the tone, the inflection, those few full words that actually made it into my head. Every now and again even those failed me, and I think I had to ask him to repeat himself once or twice, I was just too far gone.

Too far gone and still he hadn't stroked my clit, pinched my nipples or even pushed into my sopping needy pussy entirely. He stretched things out delightfully, filled me and covered me with his wonderful cum. And by the end of everything I'm pretty sure I came 7 or 8 times easily. If not closer to a dozen.

Master enjoyed his birthday present, even if it was a little late in coming, and I certainly enjoyed the fact that he enjoyed it. ^_^ Much snuggling and liquids afterward, a good cleaning (albeit kind of cold since he didn't want me to fall asleep until I'd had a chance to wind down good enough), and I slept like a rock. I don't think he had a hard time falling asleep either.

But! More about the vacation later, for now I want to spend the last 24 hours I have with him, you know, actually with him, so I'll write more on the other scenes later. <3

7 of 7

In a little over an hour Master'll be here <3 So excited! I haven't even had that much sleep since I was working last night, but I can't wait. I'm looking forward to every precious moment we'll get to spend together.

Both doing things naughty and not ^_^

I don't know what he has planned, but if you don't hear from me in a week - don't worry - I'm in good hands <3

6 of 7

My body's shivering, my stomach's in knots. It's not that I'm nervous about the fact that Master's going to be here tomorrow, so much that I'm on this horrible edge. I got a brazillian bikini wax today, and a couple moments of discomfort = weeks of feeling cleaner, freer, and being well - more sensetive.

So the hourly orders went from nearly driving me nuts, to not seeming to have much of an impact to OMG I can't hold this rotor against my clit for more than a couple moments!

I made up for this shortcoming by bringing myself to the brink a couple times each hour. It felt like cheating to only go for a couple minutes and be done ^_^;

5 of 7

I won't lie, I've spent most of day spazzing over the fact that it's already Thursday. It feels like the week is flying by in some strange way that just shouldn't be happening. Isn't time supposed to drag when you're wanting it to fly by?

I wonder if this means Master's visit here will be the same as my visit there? Will time crawl by while he's here to the point that I won't be able to believe he's still for 3-4 days left? If that's the case I can't wait to move permanently >.> The secret to time control will be mine! Mwahahaha!

*ahem*

On a more related-to-the-blog kind of note, I don't know if I'm starting to get used to the masturbate but don't cum every hour on the hour to the point where it's not driving me insane. Or if the tingle has just melted one into the other and I'm not noticing it's stopped to feel it start again ^^; It's possible though it's come to the point where my mind's successfully ignoring it because I can't do anything about it yet and that was driving me bonkers.

Time will tell I suppose.

4 of 7

So today Master decided he wanted to listen in on one of my hourly don't-get-to-cum romps. Well, listen in isn't really the right way to put it. He had no qualms with speaking during the whole thing, letting it play out, making it last longer, vividly describing in tiny detail the things he would be doing to me while still denying me my orgasm.

It was a struggle to keep from cumming, I felt myself kind of slipping into a nice relaxed state only to be pulled out of it by a stray jolt as the rotor moved slightly and buzzed against some new overly sensitive area. Between the treacherous toy and Master's words I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. I couldn't just turn the device off because I'd reached the edge - not with him on the phone. I had to wait until he said to shut off the rotors, making it an extra challenge as I spent god knows how long riding along that edge, gasping, panting, whimpering, desperate to not cum.

As crazy as this whole thing may drive me, I can't wait for Saturday. Not just because there's the possibility of release, but also because I'm curious. I want to know what this build up is going to lead to, what sort of things will be done. How it'll feel. As much as wanting to follow Master's instructions and not let him down plays into it all, so does my own curiosity.

One more to go and then it'll be off to work. To spend another 8 hour shift randomly getting a tingle in between my thighs, cursing the shiver that distracts me momentarily from my job.

3 of 7

My mind has become my own worst enemy. The small fantasies that play within it, just thinking about my Master triggers The Tingle. And the fantasies come unbidden while I'm following his orders, and linger on when the moment passes.

My own body begs me for more, for a couple more seconds of sweet interaction just enough to slip over that edge. And it doesn't stop begging for some time afterward. There is not enough entertainment on the internet to ignore it >.>

By Saturday I might be slightly unreasonable.

2 of 7

I've gone this many days before with just teasing myself, and not getting any pay off from it. I -think- I've gone 3 days before, I don't think I've ever gone longer, though I could just be forgetting. The mind does have a habit of blocking things it doesn't like after all, and focusing on the better parts XD

However, the almost constant tingle has started. I can feel my panties when I walk. The fabric of my clothes seem to be coarser against my skin, light breezes can send shivers down my spine.

I'm almost afraid to see what the next few days bring ^^;;

1 of 7

Witty's kind of out of the window on this one, so I apologize for the lack of creativity in the titles this week.

7 days. On the 18th I will once again be at my Master's mercy face to face, hand to hand as it were. Until then, every day, every hour not spent sleeping or at work, is met with fruitless masturbation. I'm supposed to work myself close to that edge, near the sweet fall of release, but without actually toppling over.

It's only day 1, and already the tingle has become almost ever present. I even enjoyed my day, sleeping in after a long day of work. Reveling in the fact that my 12 hour shifts have been diminished to 8.

At least until I realized that was 4 more hours of fruitless teasing.

I probably shouldn't call it fruitless. I know there's a pot of gold at the end of this frustratingly long rainbow. I've been down this road before, but it's never been so bloody long. On a regular day I can be needy, horny, wanting, begging, and nearly insatiable.

I hope Master's ready to deal with whatever monster he may have created by the end of this week <3