Masturbating my Stats

Hooray, it's Saturday!

Or maybe I should call it Staturday. Today, I was reunited with my stats.

Hopefully I won't have to wait another week without studying them. Yesterday, I presented to the philosopher my case for checking my stats more often. This was based partly on my having been cured of my obsession by the week-long fast, and partly that I'd miss too much information if I didn't check them more often. I had hopes of success, as he had responded so well on the cunt maintenance issue.

But the man is too clever for me. He decided to link the two issues together, especially since he remembered my characterization of stat-checking as a masturbatory act. I now have 5 opportunities a week for self-indulgence. It is my choice how to apportion them. In some ways, being given that freedom makes me feel more controlled than ever. He really is a sadist!

I don't need my stats to reassure me that I have an audience. I know you all are out there. What fascinates me are the specifics: where you all are, how you all got to me, and who is coming back.

Two new details have cropped up. I'm finally drawing people from searches, and I've been listed in some unexpected places.

I think my favorite search word set was "submissive feminist cunt." Was this wishful thinking by some horny misogynist? Or someone who was specifically looking for this site but couldn't remember my address?

Then there are those two blogs, new to me, that are sending people here. One is http://nattyspanked.blogspot.com/ which seems an appropriate referral. Thanks, Michelle. How did YOU find me?

The other is something called http://masturbation-links.blogspot.com/ which is sending a fairly steady stream of customers to Keeping your cunt's cunt healthy. I took a peek at the website and could not immediately tell whether selection was focused on posts ABOUT masturbation or posts that would INSPIRE masturbation. I suspect the first become the second. In any case, thank you to Fred, and to all the new readers, many from the other side of the world, who have stopped here and maybe returned. I am honored and a bit titillated that my adventures and musings are providing fodder for your self-abuse. Although I doubt my distress over our Democratic primary results is doing much for your fantasy life.

I feel like I owe you more masturbation material, and my mind independently undertook the task with no conscious help from me. The following episode played itself out in my mind during this morning's half hour drive to synagogue. (Sacrilege! but it was unfortunately beyond my control... no one can control me but my master.) It reflects my tendency towards exhibitionism. I'm not sure what the philosopher's response will be. He is very possessive and jealous, even within his fantasies - and for the only time in my life I find this trait to be absolutely charming. I suppose that's because it is within the context of D/s, and he gives me so much in return. On the other hand, he has played with ideas of showing me off, so I hope in the end this pleases and arouses him as well as any visiting members of the masturbation mafia.

Because, as always, everything I write and do is really for him.