Update on moi!

For those that didn't notice I moved to a new blogging site, one that is far less restrictive. Here's a little update on me. I decided that I needed to make a change. So in October I decided to loc my hair. Currently my hair is at the base of my neck and you can grab a small handful. I also decided to diet and exercise. Since then standing at 5'7" (well technically 5'6 1/2") I have gone from 250 lbs. to 228 lbs. I have lost 3.4 points on the BMI scale. YAY me! I also now hold the measurements of 38D-39-45. So yes I have a big ass. Sue me. I'd like to be hopefully 38-26/28-38. And hopefully weigh about 150-160. We'll see right? Currently I'm fucking (yes, I said fucking not dating) a man who is 29. He is bisexual and GORGEOUS. At least I think so. :o)

Anyhoo, the weight loss wasn't for him, but more so for me and what I want to be. I need to be able to express the me on the inside. It's weird because usually I diet when I'm not seeing someone on the regular, and then when I do get someone I stop dieting. Things are getting pretty serious with this dude, but I'm getting a little T.O'd 'cause he's yet to send me a full body shot. :o) Kudos if you get that movie reference.

I decided that I want to be a suicide girl, or at least try out to be one. I want to be one of those girls who's like 23 and gorgeous and goes to the club wearing practically nothing and people get pissed....ya that's going to be me. Just watch. I'll try and keep you posted with pictures and such. It's just so hard being J-I-N-X-Y! :o)

Ciao baby!

Shout out to everyone

I have moved my blog away from Blogger and their hypocritical censorship. Apparently you can have nude photos if they are porn or "artistic", but nothing else because all of my images keep getting taken down. I'm now here.

On the prowl

If you noticed the title of this entry you'll notice it says I'm "on the prowl". This is because I am now a feral cat. Well not feral in the sense of I have rabies and won't let anyone touch me, but I'm now "Daddy"less.

Speaking of Daddies. Gigi who is supposed to post on this blog with me, but probably never will has an online daddy. He's technically real-time since he'll eventually be visiting. He considers himself a switch, but he's mostly Dom. Actually he could never Dom me, he's not "strong" enough. Not strong in the sense of muscle, but aura? I think that's the word I'm looking for. Anyhow back to Gigi. Her daddy aggravates me because he's rather self-righteous at times. I like to knock him down a few pegs because he thinks we're "friends". He acts really sub to me. It's a strange mixture I suppose. Although not stranger than me.

My kitty look has been put on the back burner. Don't get me wrong I'm more than eager to get this started, I just don't have the means at this time. Nor the energy for some reason. I think I need to get laid. Any offers?

Purple plugs and kitty tails

So Daddy bought me a plug to use with my tail. Little does he know it's not going to work, but that's ok 'cause it's cute. I haven't used it. As a matter of fact it's still in the box it came in on my bed. It's not that I don't want to use it or anything, I've just been a little bit preoccupied watching CSI:Miami.

GiGi has been talking to this guy online off and on for months now. He at first was her "baby boy", but now he wants to be her Daddy Dom. She has a fetish in AB (adult baby). He asked her to send her some pictures of her as a baby. I'm definitely not into that, but any opportunity to take pictures is fun for me. I actually did take really good pictures. Money has been running pretty low for me, so I decided on a way to make money. I told her to tell him that I will take six pictures of me and her in "baby and mommy/caregiver/nanny" mode however he wants in exchange for three fox tails, which comes out to a little over $20 for him. I figured that's two pictures a tail.

Pretty fair deal I'd say. Anyhow all that stuff is still in the works, but I feel the kitty in me will be able to come out soon enough. In the mean time take a look at this site for a tentative idea of what I'm going for.

I have a confession...

...I can't make pancakes. I mean yes, I can mix the batter and all that jazz, but my pancakes come out looking like skewed bits of vomit. I was hungry today, and my pantry is looking a bit bare, but lo and behold there are pancakes! Yeah, so not trying that again.

I realize there hasn't been an update in a while. That's because the kink has been a bit lacking in my life lately. I feel like a shelter kitten, peeking through the bars, softly mewing, hoping someone, anyone, will come and pick me up, and possibly make me their pet. Why is this? Did my owner leave me. No, not exactly. He's just been a less than active part in my life lately. If he's still around by my birthday he better get me something good to make up for this absence!

Body Modification

I was reading a blog I frequent called 24/7 (look to my links). The blog is a brief, but interesting look into the lives of Richard and Amy, a D/s couple. Amy had written a blog about body modifications, and her feelings on them. She mentioned getting acrylics done. I had never thought of those as a type of body modification, but I guess it can be looked at it as such. I on the other hand have no problem with them.

Let's take a look at my modifications. First I have my ears. I got my first holes done when I was a month old. My birth father took me to have them done. My mother was livid, but let me keep them in anyhow. The second hole in my ear was my cartilage on my right side. It was July 23, 2005. The only reason I remember that date was because it was my little sister's birthday. This one didn't hurt, but it made a sickening crunch. I had that done when I was 17. I basically tricked my mother into allowing me to get it done. It's a long story that deals with that "Jamaican Pride and Stubbornness" issue. The final holes in my ears came when I was 18. This one actually stung a little bit. I had wanted to get her ears pierced, but my mom said no so I got mine done instead.

The next one we'll look at is tattoos. I got a rose with handcuffs done when I was 19. It was around February. I went to a tattoo parlor in Ybor City called "Katz Tattoo". My artist was named Jeff.



The next body modification I had done was my clit hood. I got this one done about January 2007. I must say that this actually hurt a whole lot less than getting my second hole in my ear. The only part that really hurt was after the jewelery was in when he had to take the piercing needle out. The piercing took place at "Level 5" by "Patches" who is the person who did all my piercings.



The piercing I got done after that was in February 2007. That was when I went and had both nipples pierced. I must say that of all my piercings, this one actually made me swear. The right one wasn't so bad, but the adrenaline starts to wear off while they are prepping the next nipple. The left one hurt about as much as slapping your nipple in a door. The result was very attractive if I do say so.



My last piercing modification was done April 2007. I don't recall the exact date, but it was before 4/20 (R.I.P. Grandpa). This piercing was the least painful out of all my piercings. To be exact, I didn't feel it. I didn't even know he was done.

My final piece of body modification was my ankle tattoo. This tattoo hurt, but surprisingly I felt really turned on when it was done. It was almost a "bitch in heat" kind of feeling. This tattoo is actually what I refer to as my "house symbol". I plan on having at least one, if not two lifetime submissives. I already have one, but I don't know if I plan on having another. Irregardless of that when the time comes for our "collaring ceremony" my submissive will have this tattooed on his lower abdomen (Think Blade Trinity). The tattoo was done sometime after April, but I don't recall which month. This tattoo was done at "Level 5" as well.



That concludes Kitty's body modification tour. I actually plan on having my right eyebrow done as well as my right nostril. This of course will come once I get the nerve.

Eerie...

The blog has been silent, eerily silent. Why is that you may ask? Because I haven't done anything. Literally all I did was work, come home, and watch pre-recorded episodes of "The 4400" and "Psych". I haven't done anything with Daddy either!

Ended up not going to Fetishcon, not that I had my heart set on it, but it would have been a great blog! Irregardless of that, the kitty pictures will be slow in coming as life has once again thrown me a curve ball. I will try and get it together PDQ (Pretty Damn Quick). Until then, bitch at Daddy for not spending time with the kitty. Not my fault! Remember Wednesdays and Fridays kids. Those are the days that kitty gets to take a break away from "The Man". :o) Black people are funny.

Kitty's dogies are feeling "rumblys in their tumblys", and have exploded all over the house. GiGi got tired of cleaning the shrapnel, and slacked off which caused Kitty to go into an enraged cleaning spree. Kitty doesn't want to talk about it. The doggies should be fine within the week, God willing.

A Change of Pace

This entry isn't going to be like my usual entries. This is Jinxy talking. Not kitty. Not submissive. Ms. Jinxy. I used to have a submissive who I'll call "J". He was one of the most annoying men ever, and our encounter with one another was brief. My main problem with "J" is that he has trouble showing up when he's supposed to. Our schedules already conflicted enough without his added excuses.

"J" is what I like to call a dreamer. He has all these ideas of what he wants to happen, but when it comes down to it he backs out. He has a dream of one day being castrated. That can very well be arranged. He also has a fantasy of having his picture taken while he sucks cock, yet when I had him sucking a dildo he broke scene to tell me that he changed his mind, and felt uncomfortable with taking pictures. I totally understood, and respected that. Besides the camera was acting up anyhow. Another dream of his is forced bi, yet he had a slew of excuses why he couldn't come over the day my bisexual friend came over to be with him.

Finally the day came that "J" annoyed me to the point of being released. I would have let him go, and let bygones be bygones, but GiGi took pity on him. I informed him that he would now be under her ownership. This seemed like a favorable solution for everyone. The best part about giving her "J" was that now I had someone who I could have her train on/with.

Another problem with this boy, that I almost forgot to mention, occurs if he happens to see you online, or even if he doesn't he will leave you a dozen (literally if not more) messages. Sometimes they are just "hi" or smileys. This issue has been addressed, and still seems to be a slight problem. He has a punishment waiting for him that will refresh his memory on that issue. Irregardless of that, he wants to try forced bisexuality as I mentioned before. I'm still trying to grasp how this is forced if it's something you want to do. Anyhow, "J" was told by GiGi to buy a butt plug to get used to having his ass full. Do you know that man had the nerve to ask me what type of plug he should get? "Um...the one that says anal plug, and looks like a stopper. " C'mon now, no one is that freakin' dense!

A huge part of me hopes he comes over soon. I plan on having a nice paddle to use on him to demonstrate to GiGi the proper way to paddle a bottom. After I show her the proper technique I plan on having her repeat exactly what I just did. Also unbeknownst to him I've done a little bit of anal work myself, and I have a nice strap-on with several attachments. (See previous blog) This should prove to be an interesting visit. I'll keep you posted. >:)