Snapshot into daily life with my sub. She needs her daily puppy pills and I give her something to wash them down

I’m going to say it: “Marry Me Chicken” is just butter chicken made with Italian spices and served over pasta. I like butter chicken and pasta, but I’m not going to pretend it’s a new dish.

This week’s blog post reveals the origin of sexy French maids and sissy maid tropes. It’s mostly about Commedia dell’Arte. People go to Fetlife all the time for Commedia dell’Arte content, right? fetlife.com/users/9590495/…

🐶: Grrr. Woof! Me: Dog, it's early. It's early and it's snowing. How about you jump into bed and cuddle for a while instead of woofing me awake? 🐶: *Jumps into bed* 🐶: Grrr. *PAW SLAP! PAW SLAP! PAW SLAP!* Me: I'm awake! I'm awake! I'll take you for a walk! Knock it off!

She's not kidding, either. I had a conversation where someone tried to convince me that anything penned by Mozart was the worst operas. (Felt a little smug I could counter with some truly trash 19th century operas he didn't know anything about.)

I can’t believe how fast this place is dying off. All I’m seeing in my “Following” feed anymore is brands and cosplayers.

Wait. I'm not approachable? Since when? Is it because I'm too much of a "kinky visionary"?

Mistress Aspyce: Now bend over and prepare for *squeak!* Me: ❓😕 Mistress Aspyce: "Squeak?" 🐶: This the part where we play with toys on shiny person's butt, right? I even brought toy. *Places plush koala on my butt* 🧸: *squeak* Mistress Aspyce: NO DOGS IN THE DUNGEON!

📺: Good Girl. A fragrance by Carolina Herrera. Woman at the bar: Who'd want to wear something called "Good Girl"? It's so condescending! The sissy being very quiet at the other end of the pub: Errrr... 🥵

The next installment of The History of Sissy Maids is up! This time, we cover the original French maids (who are one-liner dropping badasses) and early sissy maids (who Mozart dedicated an entire aria to). fetlife.com/users/9590495/…

Mistress Aspyce: Can you hold this pizza while I drive home? Me: Ooh. Warm lap pizza on a cold day. Wait. I can make this better. *Turns up the heated leather seats.* Me: *Happy doll noises as I snuggle into my seat* MMmm. Now I'm a toasty car panini!

Merry Christmas, from our house to yours. #rubberdoll (Art graciously provided by Fetishhand)

I think four years of watching Twitter go downhill is a good time to say goodbye to this place.

Farewell, birdsite. You can still find me where the skies are blue.