After the wonderful responses to my post, the private PMs with encouragements and medical help. Followed by an email pep talked from my Master. I find that I am feeling much better and my warped sense of humor is back. The fact that it had not come to my rescue earlier had me very distressed. Humor even bad humor is always preferable to tears.

I really think there should be a place like DMV for BDSM toy operation. You should have to take classes on how to own and operate a butt plug safety and when you passed the class. They could give you cute little picture of your ass with your first successful insertion. Speaking of those toys they should come with an owner’s manual for us not so knowledgeable beginners.

There are other issues I am dealing with besides improper use of equipment and those are the ones that really made me cry. Finding out that I may actually like causing myself pain is a real shocker. I probably would not have be so upset if I had cum, but the fact is there was no sexual pleasure in it at all. The fact my pussy was dripping like a facet makes it pretty obvious even to me that my body was extremely aroused. If I could only get my mind to jumped aboard I could really have some fun with this new discovery. I will have to give myself time to accept this new information about myself. I will also have to be careful not to be to over zealous in exploring this aspect of myself once I accept it.

Visions of hot wax, clothespins and bonded breasts dance in her head.

Lions, tigers and bears oh my.