Sep 232009
 
NO gain, NO yummy bruises either...

NO gain, NO yummy bruises either...

I started noticing it when I was in the late-stages of my first kink relationship. The late stage where the sex and kink die-off, you aren’t playing as often, maybe the thrill is gone or you’re in line with 2-5 other women waiting to be slotted in at the dominant’s convenience.

And then it began.

I’d stub my toe three times in one day. Bang my arm into the wall of my cubicle. Smack my head on an open cabinet, and stumble back, wincing from the sudden pain that woke me out of whatever reverie I’d been in.

It didn’t take me too long to make an interesting connection.

The longer period of time that passed between play-dates, the more frequent would be these small self-injuries.

Seriously.

This has been scientifically proven.

As a kid I was accident prone as hell. But that was myopia. Myopia with oblique astigmatism, as I have recently discovered.

Once I got glasses, I did much better with the whole walking-and-not-smashing-into-walls-thing. But there is still that weird connection with not being in deliberate erotic pain for long periods of time and a looseness of limb and laxity of attention that winds me up with more incidental contusions, abrasions and sprains than I think normal for the average chick.

I’m thinking about this because it has been a couple of months for me, again, since a nice solid ass whupping. I gotta rewind back to my visit to Wisconsin.

And today I sit here with a scraped knee and 3 funny bone dead-on hits in the past 24 hours!

Thank Ganesha that Folsom Weekend is upon us, and some friends coming in from out of town may, hopefully, do some ass-kicking.

Lord Willin’.

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  13 Responses to “DIY Distress.”

  1. Wow, now that you mention it, that does sound eerily familiar!
    .-= Charity Roux´s most recent blog moment of Zen on the net was…Things That Turn Me On: Hotels =-.

  2. Y’know, you mentioned this once before, and I started looking for the connection…and I’ve noticed that I do get more easily distracted/accident-prone when I’ve been without for a while. I’ve been walkin on eggshells lately and I still have a blood-blister on a thumb and three stubbed toes.
    .-= Panthera Pardus´s most recent blog moment of Zen on the net was…Bamboo Canes! =-.

    • I keep hoping it is just me imagining it, and then i look time and time again and notice the same wackiness! :-)

      Fingers crossed i can get a fix this weekend!

      xoxox

      Mo

  3. kisses for all your boo-boos!!
    .-= pixie´s most recent blog moment of Zen on the net was…Folsom Street Fair =-.

    • Thank you Lovely Pixie….the peat goes on to the tune of a broken glass in the sink and a weency surgical slice to the base of the thumb…SO. Lame!

      xoxox

      ~Mo

  4. Ok, I thought that I was the only one that recognized this effect in their life. I seriously thought that it was just me. When I get ‘itchy’ for something rough or feel the need for a spanking/beating/whatever from Sir and do not get it, I tend to do dumb things like walk into the door frame as I cut a corner too fast and close…or drop something on my foot, or the elbow thing (ouch), poked myself in the eye with the mascara wand, don’t bend down far enough to get into the car and hit my head, backed into the kitchen counter-top at the sharp corner hitting it right on my spine. Or my favorite…I will all of a sudden realize that I had been sitting there almost digging my fingernails (which are long) into my thigh as I watched TV (and not something scary that would make me do it.) Just yesterday I found myself absentmindedly hitting my leg with a plastic clothes hanger that I had pulled out to hang a dress on. Didn’t hang the dress at all, just stood there hitting my thigh with the damned hanger and thinking of Sir. What the fuck does all that mean? It means I need to get my ass beat again…soon. Thanks for talking about this. I truly thought I was the ONLY one. Hugs.
    .-= thepinkpoppet´s most recent blog moment of Zen on the net was…Clouds =-.

    • OMG I have so done the smacking myself thing…with a spatula, with a pen in hand…mindless until I notice the welt!

      Thank goodness for the normalcy abnormalcy can bring, huh?

      xoxo

      ~Mo

  5. […] whole self-injury thing just underscores my latest blog. Hah. I’m THAT good at zeitgeisting! http://is.gd/3DEkWhttp://is.gd/3DDQ0 Hobbit 419. I’m weeping over here…OMG out of bed 5 minutes and get a […]

  6. ahhh. …. if you only were closer….. I would kiss your owies away…..

    but … try to reward yourself for having gained the knowledge to go further with no regrets…

    lamesabassman….. for… you are all we have….. maintain your joys….

  7. Ok now that you mention it! Damn… I thought I was going through what i call clutz week again. I was associating it with my PMS but since the surgery havent had that much. Just started up again with the hormonal thing though so though that was my problem then I read this and realized OMG! I need to be tied up and flogged till i can’t sit for a week! Also explains the need to be wrapped up as tightly as possible in the blankets when I go to bed. Hmmmm will have to apprise Master of the situation ASAP. It’s all HIS fault i’m in pain and not the good kind LOL!

  8. […] ruefully reminded me that I might be back in a cycle of little accidents due to a pain deficit. As I have mentioned before, I tend to get this loopy when I’ve gone play-free for a […]

  9. […] ruefully reminded me that I might be back in a cycle of little accidents due to a pain deficit. As I have mentioned before, I tend to get this loopy when I’ve gone play-free for a […]

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