So, today I had been wandering outside for a bit. Got myself a can of shaving cream, some dental floss and a cap. Took a couple of pictures with my telelens, got a couple of compliments. One from a kid telling me I was really tall (grin) and the other from a cashier complementing my camera.

So, what is the NSFW part then?

Well... Mistress unleashed a torrent of flogger hits onto my back this afternoon, getting to 100% of her power. And boy does that FUCKING HURT. Subspace was not reached that deep, but the kick and the adrenaline flow afterwards left me giggling for a while. My back is nice and pink now. Mistress is rather proud of me and I'm proud as well.

Sooo...

This afternoon Mistress tied me to the bed once again and proceeded with flogging my nether region,belly and chest. Now I'm pretty new to CBT (you look it up...), but the bodily reaction showed I liked it, although I did have to call it when the stimulation became a bit too much. It's kinda hard (pun intended) when you get stimulated too much without being able to touch yourself.

The chest flogging was nice, stinging quite hard, sending my mind into a frenzy that slowly calmed down, giving me that feeling I so desperately needed. Soon I moaned I wanted more, after Mistress pretty much flogged me mercilessly, making me roar out my safeword when I couldn't take the pain anymore.

The flogging stopped, my body slumped and I slipped into subspace. I couldn't move, breathing was shallow and my vision and mind had gone dark. The only thing coming to me was sounds from all around the building...

I'm not sure how long I was under but it felt so good, having peace of mind yet again. When I came to I had a hard time talking. Mistress got me a glass of juices that was gone in one go, I had gotten that thirsty.

After the whole ordeal we snuggled, but Mistress fell asleep and I could use some sleep as well, so when we woke up again it was midnight... So much for diner.

Not much happened today. Mistress was returning from her business trip, she picked me up at the house, after which we went shopping. Bloody hell, stuff is expensive in the States! I know the prices in Holland can be hassle, but here... geez. Spend almost 100 bucks on food. At least it's gonna last for a while again.

"After diner I'm gonna beat the crap out of you, just because you've been a good boy." Those weren't exactly her words, but that is what she did.

We had Chinese for lunch, which I paid for (yes, my credit card works!) after which we had a quiet break to let the food sink down for a bit. Then, about an hour or so after, Mistress tied me to the bed, me laying on my back, while she flogged my chest. Om my god, that was so good... she send me straight to subspace.

After that flogging we took a break, which was followed by a rain of hits on my back. Again and again and again. Harder and harder. Mistress called out if I had said my safeword yet, to which I answered "no". Yet, the mumble was heard as "yes", and she stopped...

When I asked Mistress why she had stopped, she realized her mistake. "Oh bugger... there's always next time." Yes, next time, maybe then she'll go full out on me. Damn, I'm starting to sound like a pain junkie here.

I had a nice warm shower afterwards.

I love that woman!

[Edit] Mistress came with the message that she had a little job to do which meant she had to be away for the night. I think I'll manage.

So today I tried to see if my creditcard worked, only to find out it was blocked... oops, forgot to unlock it. Thankfully I had the cardreader from my bank with me, so I could unlock it without having to call my bank. That would have been costly, calling to Holland would have cost me 1.36 euros per minute...

Day six was VERY interesting. I had asked Mistress if she could wrap me in clear wrap, as I had taken a big roll of that with me. S, after she gave me plugs to put in my ears, she happily wrapped my body, only leaving my nose and mouth clear. And she blindfolded me, giving me partially sensory deprivation.

What followed was a combination of knifeplay and a good flogging. Just... wow. I can see how people get hooked to BDSM, as I already have become as well...

Warning! NSFW area ahead!

The end of day three was a painful one. I had asked Mistress if she could flog me, as I was eager to feel her full strength. The first time she just hit my belly as a moderate strength, which was enough for my mind to temporary disconnect and to give me a blank stare. Recovery was fast from that.

The second session was on my back and was a lot harder. Rather painful, even. After a brief pause I asked Mistress to go harder. She estimated afterwards she got up to 90% after which I had to cry out my safeword and felt my mind disconnect once more. A bit deeper this time, yet again no subspace, which was a bit of a bummer. Recovery took a while though.

All in all a good run followed by good aftercare and a hot shower.

Day four was one of shopping for a box spring and for food. And we found both in one store. Mistress bought the box spring while I bought the food. And a Verbatim 32GB memory card for my MP3 player for just 20 dollars. Not bad at all!

Hopefully soon Mistress will be able to go full out on me. I don't doubt I'll be in serious pain, but after all, I'm not here just to lay in bed all day solving puzzles.

Yes, Saturday was a long day in which I absolutely lost track of time, but I made it. 7.5 hours to Newark in an upgraded flight because I am too tall for normal seats (thanks United!) then a 3.5 hour wait and a 45 minute flight in a puddle jumper. The latter was friggin' scary to fly in.

So what have I learned from flying to America so far? Well, whatever it is in the Untied aircraft they serve as coffee, it's NOT coffee. I haven't determined what it was , but dishwasher water comes closest I think. Undrinkable. And it smells horrible. I was happy to land in Burlington.
Day two was cold. It's true everything is bigger in America, even the raindrops. And boy does it rain here. We visited the Magic Hat brewery and the Lake Champlain chocolaterie. I've noticed a lot in the stores is actually locally made!

Today I've assembled a two person bed with nice iron barred headend and footend. Those will come in handy soon enough *smirks*. And last but not least, today the rain stopped a bit.

So I got a call from the taxi company this evening, them telling me my ride times.

Basically I'm flying at 9:15. I have to be at the airport 3 hours earlier. That's 6:15 (oi). The taxi will pick me up at 4:45 (groan) so I have to get up at "Oh fuck me early" o'clock in the morning (4:00 or 4 a.m. for the non-europeans...)

As for the oops:

When I pulled the door behind me this morning, right after the click of the lock, I realized I was missing something. My home keys. They were still in the other side of the lock. THANKFULLY I had the state of mind the day before, when I had taken my pets to a friend of mine, to check which keys he had matched with my own. So I called him, drove to his house, then back to mine, grabbed the keys and drove to work. Arriving IN TIME. *groan* what a way to start the day.

Oh, and for those who wondered why I went back for the keys that were still in the lock: my company e-tag was on them as well. Without that I can't enter the building...

So...

I'll be gone for 3 weeks starting on the 30th of May up to the 20th of June. I'm gonna visit my girlfriend in the States and have lots of fun.

So yeah. I'm getting a bit nervous...

Well, so much for all the tests. The results from the extended Holter monitor that I have worn 1.5 weeks ago did show some skipped beats but no abnormal activity. That's strike one. Today I've done a bike test with accompanied ECG test and that one showed no abnormalities, so that's strike two (no pun intended).

So the results are:

Zip.
Nada.
Nothing.

Whatever was ailing me, it's pretty much GONE. Very frustrating.

Yesterday was a rather, well normal day. Still feeling tremors in my chest, but all was going reasonably well. I've been to the optometrist to have my eyes checked (they're not as I expected) and he found out things about my eyes I didn't know (what I did expect). So my new glasses were good, but my eyes are misaligned. Shit.

Today I got to work, things still going peachy, until halfway my pickinglist. That's where my heart said "Hey, guess what? I'm gonna throw you off balance from now!" and my body ground down to a friggin' HALT. I managed to finish my picking list, but that's about it. My team leader happened to be standing around (hadn't seen him coming in) and I told him I couldn't manage it. My breath was rapid, I sweated and my heart was racing.

So I get send to the canteen, my team leader and the floor manager following. I call my doctor on the emergency line. Doctor said the symptoms showed hyperventilation. He would ask the cardiologist if I could visit him earlier.

Sigh... to be continued...

[Edit] The doctor's assistant called me in the afternoon, the appointment with the cardiologist will not be earlier. Shit.

Let's start one and a half weeks ago... my heart all of a sudden began beating irregularly. Last friday I got what was caller a Holter monitor, basically a crude handheld ECG recorder, that I could use when my heart started beating odd again. I had a couple of successful recordings and a handful that were close, but didn't register the oddness very well.

Moving on...

This morning started reasonably, despite having some stomach problems. But at work, things started to become awkward.

First of, I had very little energy, and the energy I had was running out FAST. Like a shorted out battery fast. I walked slower and slower, until I had finished my order, then got to the next one.

I didn't get to finish that one. Suddenly my body stopped, slumped forwards, make me sit on my knee, then just topple over. I managed to yell a co-workers name twice, then I couldn't speak anymore. Man down.

Things got a bit hectic after that. Company aids rushed to me, rolled me on my side while I was just staring at the ceiling. An ambulance was called, people were calling my name, asking me how I was doing. But I couldn't talk, not even grunt.

Sigh... the ambulance was there in 10 minutes. They did a checkup on me while I was slowly getting back to the land of the living. Of course they didn't find anything. They contacted my doctor, a team leader from the mother company, who had just arrived, brought me to the doctor's office.

So now I have a referral letter for the cardiologist in the hospital.
Oh boy...

[Edit] I have an appointment with a cardiologist on April 13th... Long time is long.

"There will be a solar eclipse during the daytime so we're expecting a blackout because people will switch on too many lights."
"That's cool."
"No it's not! We're expecting chaos!"
"That's fine with me!"
"Why is it fine with you?"
"Cause I won't be seeing it?"
"How so?"
"Apparently we'll have a blackout..."

Leonard Nimoy, Spock of ‘Star Trek,’ Dies at 83

http://mobile.nytimes.com/2015/02/2.....;amp;referrer=

He will be missed.

Yes, I should have posted this last year (duh) but I have a new mate for Ed. Her name is Marloes and I got her on the 28th of December.

She was a very feisty shorthair who had been trying to impress Ed, but Ed wasn't paying any attention to her boldness and she quickly calmed down. During the friendmaking ritual they soon went to clean each others eyes, which is a form of affection, so Marloes came home with me :).

Finally I have two little squeekers in my home again!

Yesterday I was talking to a friend about my guineapig Keesje, about how lethargic she was looking.

I looked in my pets pen this morning and saw Keesje, laying on her side, all still. I guess she passed away during the night. At least she had a good life, but the timing is horrible...

Rest well, my lovely little critter.

Update: this afternoon she has been burried in the backyard of the people who run the guineapig shelter.

This is the kind of gamers that use information they're not supposed to have in roleplay.

To all the people I know that I RP with: Yes, I know it's your alt, but even your alt isn't supposed to know, unless you told me you told your alt. Does that make sense to you at all?

I mean, I know Second Life is supposed to be a game, but does it hurt to add a little more work into your roleplay? Yes, I know it's easy to say you are all your characters, but since you take the trouble to create different characters, please also take the trouble organizing the RP BETWEEN them. And yes, it's okay to keep a notecard on all the info any of your characters know.

Seriously, I sometimes like to bitchslap people for that. Lazy bums!

It's hard to describe how my holiday has been, but all I can say is that the woman I have been with for almost two weeks completely changed my view of the future.

The first 4 days we stayed in Holland, the fifth day I drove us to Luxembourg where we stayed another 4 nights, then to Strasbourg where we stayed for 2 nights. In a Hilton hotel no less.

So many beautiful memories, I'm in love.

I'll be going on a two week holiday tomorrow (actually today, when I'm typing this but I haven't had any sleep yet...). This means very little online time, even less Second Life and my lungs getting cleared of all the nasty air here...

A week ago we had a television arrive at work that arrived on on OVERSIZED PALLET. This thing weighed in at a hefty 183 kilos (403.5 lbs) and has a diameter of 216 centimeters (85 inch). Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's diameter was LONGER than *I* am!!! And it had the price of a moderate size car... €13.000. Yes, thirteen THOUSAND euros. Capable of 4K HD and a shitload of other functions.

Stolen from  KuteKittyKatt


RL Name: Ben
Nickname:
Location: Netherlands
Age: 37
Height: 6'11"
Zodiac sign: Leo
Any pets: 2 guineapigs, Ed and Keesje
Favorite thing about yourself: the fact I lost 27 kilos
Worst habit: I stress easily
Fun fact: I look down on people a LOT (duh)

--Identity, Sexuality & Personality--

Gender identity: Guy
Sexual preference: Females
Relationship status: In love

--Routine--

"Early Bird" or "Night Owl": Night Owl.
Bath or shower: Showers
First thought in the morning: To my alarmclock "Shut the f*ck up..."
Last thought before falling asleep at night: zzzzzz!

--School/Work--

Do you work or are you a student: Work.
What do you do well: I'm best know for my keen eye for detail.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years: Ideally still at work at the company I'm working at now.

--Habits (Do you…?)--

Drink: Yep
Smoke: No
Do Drugs: Heck no
Exercise: Going to the gym once a week, walk a couple of miles at work daily
Have a go-to comfort food: Macaroni
Have a nervous habit: Got a minute?

--What is your favorite…?--

Physical quality (in yourself): Oh geez...
In Others: I tend to look at someones rear quarters
Mental/emotional quality (in yourself): My honesty and loyalty
Food: Macaroni, fish
Drink: Tea with honey
Animal: Guineapigs, hedgehogs, puppies, swans
Artist/Band/Group: Pretty much 90's, 80's and 70's.
Author/Poet: N/A
TV Show: Buck Rogers, Battlestar Galactica, The A-team, Knightrider (shows my age well, doesn't it?)
Actor/Actress: Robin Williams (Good Morning Vietnam!), Sly Stallone
Blogger: I pretty much suck at keeping my journals up to date.

Today I got a letter in the mail. My aunt An passed away on Friday. She was the oldest sister of my mother. She was 73 years old. Another victim of cancer.

Rust zacht, tante An...

[rant]

Sometimes I wish I drive a big fucking rig, with a flat nose and a double steel bullbar up front. And not those hollow steel pipes, but just massive steel rods. And anyone daring to drive in front of me and abusing the road instead of using it better have a life insurance...

Today, within an hour, I had the following:

1. Some dumbass getting from an on-ramp to the freeway just sliding his car in front of me while we both are doing 90 and there's only a meter or so between him and me.

2. On the way back from the store a suicidal bicyclist.

3. On that same route a woman who thought she could take the right-of-way on a roundabout.

In case of me driving a big fucking rig, 1. would be TOTALLED, 2. would end up under my wheels and 3. would be having a nosejob. ON HER CAR!

Man traffic sucks around these parts nowadays!

[/rant]

Look, I don't mind newbies on Second Life, as long as I don't have to deal with them. I've been on SL for more than 7 years now and I'm glad I outgrew newbie status rather quickly.

Today I ran into a newbie that clearly had NO clue about social behavior (yes, weird hearing myself say that...). Poking my butt and elsewhere on my body within the first five minutes of me talking to you doesn't show you have much respect for me. It makes you look like a giant douche.

Talking lolcat also enhances that feeling. "2" is not a replacement for "to", neither is "u" for "you".

So after the initial poking I slapped the unfriendly sergal in the face, telling her (yay, another furry shemale...) that what she just did was very impolite. She whined to one of my friends, who was in the same sim, then whined to me as well, calling me a jerk (also not a good idea). I told her that if she kept going like that I'd slam the banhammer on her ass. Then she "accidentally" poked me and said it "oops, wrong window!"

BANNED.

Yeah. I like to stay away from noobs...

I'm not that judgemental (mostly), people have done worse things to me within the first 5 minutes of me talking to them, but at least they used proper english and attempted some decent roleplay.

99.0 kilo's! WOOH! Finally under the 100 kilo mark! 28.7 kilo's GONE!

Woohoo!

So, 20 minutes ago, my neighbor wanted to go to bed. She switched on the lights in the hallway, heard a *POP* and everything went dark. So I got a call. "I wanted to switch on the light and heard a small pop when I flipped the switch and everything is dark. What should I do?" "Well, flipping the breaker would be a good start," I responded. But since she can't see too well in bad light conditions, she wanted me to help.

So open up the hallway utility cabinet and flip the switch before the neighbor even makes it to the door. "And now?" she asks? I flip the switch, lo and behold the light goes on except for one lamp in the hallway. Had to reprogram the videorecorder as well, but everything is solved now.

Nini, neighbor!

And yes, it was the old bitty next door.