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Thank you to everyone who expressed an interest in hearing more about my life! And thanks for being patient (life, you know). Herewith a snapshot of life on Planet Ravenna, not the whole travelogue and no boring slide show; my master Michelangelo keeps reminding me, when i start to ramble here, that no one asked to read my fucking memoirs. (The title of the book i keep threatening to write, My Fucking Memoirs, which would be a memoir mostly about, well, fucking...)
There is no typical day on Planet Ravenna. She’s a small planet and she orbits two very different suns. And sometimes both suns are shining on her at the same time, which makes her very warm and happy. She only hopes that night never falls… Life is very different under each of my suns/owners because they are very different (and very similar), and it’s different again when i’m with both of them. And different now in major ways from when they owned me individually before. i’d better save that for the memoirs, it’s a couple of chapters at least! So i’ll start with some of the questions you asked.
Yes, i am very bi. Most of my early sexual experiences were with other girls, until i was almost sixteen. i went through a switch phase in high school, when i was topping my girlfriends and bottoming for my boyfriends (or trying to, sheesh, can you say clueless horny teenagers? And no, i didn’t know any of those switch-top-bottom words yet). i love women’s bodies and hearts, but i always knew i would belong to a man someday. Men are whom i was meant to serve. My only semi-official Domme was Third Owner’s girlfriend, who had full use of me while he owned me and was a complete ice-cold sadist, just like Third. (*Shivering!*) An amazing experience i neither regret nor would have missed but am not volunteering to repeat. And i think horses would fly before my owners would share me with a Domme, but hey, in my experience horses do fly sometimes…
Protocol, rules, punishment, fetishes… Hmmm. My life is not very regimented except when and how they say it is, and then it really is. Their fundamental rule is that my freedom was taken away in order to maximize their freedom to use me as they please, so they’re skeptical of anything that infringes their freedom, except briefly for their enjoyment or curiosity or my punishment. They’re not much interested in keeping me on schedules, except for my gym time (at least 3 hours a day in two or three chunks, other plans permitting), especially since i don’t have to hold down another job, i’m at their disposal 24/7, and my daily life is totally dependent on who i’m with and what he’s up to at the moment. (When we’re all together it tends to be all-bets-off playtime.)
There’s no typical day, but here’s a recent one, a quiet day: i awoke at seven, chained to the bed right where Michelangelo left me, with his cock sliding home between my legs. i wasn’t quite wet enough, so he had to push a little harder to get inside me, which we both always like a lot. After he used me, he took my clit in hand for an orgasm while i was still chained up, an unexpected treat in the morning, since we had no early schedule to keep. A run, an hour in the gym, my daily enema, a shower, a little more fooling around under the spray, lounging around with breakfast and the papers, then dressed for a late lunch with a client who needs a favor. Michelangelo is phasing out his practice, but the client is a friend, he remembers me from years before when i was my master’s assistant, he thinks we’re a cute couple (we are), and the favor is doable. Then some shopping separately, he picks me up for more gym time in the afternoon, dinner at home (he cooked, he’s much better than i am in the kitchen, so i do the laundry). After dinner he had reading to do while i played on the computer and talked to family on the phone, especially my 15-year-old niece who’s a complete doll, then a long slow lovely playtime in front of the fireplace, pretty vanilla (plus some spanking) but pretty intense. Some more reading, to each other this time, then early to bed for a change, and no chains tonight. But then way past midnight he woke me up with hardly a word, leashed me, dragged me out to the cold back deck naked and shivering, fastened me kneeling and handcuffed, and used my mouth deeply over and over – guess there was something missing from our quiet day after all, and now we’ve found it...
Michelangelo loves chaining me to the bed at night, sometimes 2 or 3 nights a week, but it’s not predictable, at least not by me; it’s entirely at his pleasure. Caging a slave is actually pretty labor-intensive for her owners, therefore it’s rare on my planet, but when they get into it they really get into it, up to 24 hours at a time. And they’re not very fetishy at all, i have lots more fetishes than they have (another whole chapter). For example, they love me in heels and hose and garter belts and corsets, but they also take me lots of places where Nikes and shorts or hiking boots or cowboy boots and jeans or bare feet just work a lot better. Having to drag me everywhere in fetish spike heels and a tight-laced waspie would really limit their freedom, so it’s a non-starter. Protocol: i was trained by Michelangelo years ago to operate in various “conditions,” each one a combination of mental, emotional, psychological, spiritual and physical states, and each condition has its own protocol. For example, in public and in everyday circumstances when i’m in what Michelangelo calls "Condition A," or what Marco refers to as “Girlfriend Who Never Says No” mode, i am at liberty to act on my own initiative in acting on their orders or fulfilling their desires or pursuing their goals, and i am quite free to call them both by their names or by my pet names for them or to make up new names; i call them both “darling” a lot, and I often call Michelangelo “Boss” or “Chief” or “Commander” or “Mr. Big” or “Enchilada Grande” or whatever our catchphrase of the hour might be. Sir and Master creep in occasionally, but never where it would raise eyebrows, unless i can pass it off as a joke. But in some conditions permission to speak is required, Sir or Master is required, and often i am incapable of speaking at all or of only babbling (i’m sure you’ve all been there). Other conditions have other rules. (Also another chapter, or actually a whole book… email me if you want to know more.)
Who’s in charge: Whoever has me in his keeping at the moment is in complete command of me, reward or punishment alike; when they’re together they work it out before I get my orders. They’re usually on the same wavelength, or else they argue, their second favorite thing to do; and if it’s a big issue they work it out long distance, which they do all the time anyway. For example, Michelangelo and i spent a long weekend recently with an old friend of his and his new slave, who was supposed to be a big surprise to us both (but we suspected). My owners had worked out all the probabilities beforehand by phone/email, so they were on the same page together no matter what happened. And they had secretly planned my new nose piercing (My septum! Wow! More later…) for later on when we three would all be together, but the opportunity suddenly presented itself that weekend, so Marco got a phone call before Michelangelo pulled the trigger, i got a big surprise (and a few moments of pain and a lot of tears and a beautiful new hole), and then Marco got the pictures by email minutes later…
i’ve never had a general safeword. i rely on my guys being able to read me like a book and i trust them with my life, but sometimes when we’re trying something new and/or scary or with new people iI’m given a temporary safeword. (i had one for our weekend with the friend and his new slave; didn’t use it.) i don’t remember ever using one, but Michelangelo says i have; i must have been really out of it. And we have evolved a little secret language over the years, so in public or at parties we can privately communicate useful messages like I’m bored, let’s split or this place is awful or these people are freaking me out or i'm wet and horny, please take me home or I’m game, you wanna? or meet me on the balcony in five with your skirt up! We have a word for immediate danger which would work as a safeword if i ever needed it.
Contracts: i don’t have a “slave contract,” as such, which is actually a little surprising, considering that owning me again created a blizzard of paperwork for them: trust funds, wills, power of attorney, beneficiaries, contingencies, directives, etc., not to mention putting me back on the payroll; for legal, tax and insurance purposes i am one of Michelangelo’s employees again, his “personal assistant.” But my real slave contract is verbal. My complete surrender was demanded and given and that was that, and if a question comes up i know who to ask. Oh, there is a bill of sale for the transaction, actually two of them, one at Marco’s place and one at Michelangelo’s, and they have my older ones in their collections too.
Michelangelo points out here that owning a slave inevitably limits the owner’s freedom as well as the slave’s, even as it gives the owner the freedom to enjoy his slave’s body, heart and will in his service. He says it’s a lot like owning a horse. The horse owner can easily start to feel the horse actually owns him; the tradeoff is he gets to ride the horse. In my case, they try very hard to limit the limitations that owning me places on them while maximizing their freedoms. (And owning me is much better than owning a horse; for one thing i shovel out my own stall, horses don’t do that, and often i get to clean out the horses’ stalls too…)
Okay, last snapshot, casting the movie! For our lovely spunky heroine, i’d really want to go Old Hollywood and bring Katharine Hepburn back from the dead to play me, but her beautiful down-turned mouth is all wrong for mine, we’ll have to get Audrey Hepburn’s mouth and chin, and we’ll need Cher’s curly black hair from Moonstruck, it’s a lot like mine when it’s allowed to go berserk. Cher is still around, but her hair in that movie was so huge it probably has its own agent. If it’s a porno film, Devinn Lane to play me (Google her, she’s gorgeous), if it’s modern Hollywood, maybe Kate Beckinsale or Jennifer Connelly? Call their agents! For the guys, well, it’s hard to beat Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, but with a young Charlton Heston as Butch and maybe Jude Law as Sundance (though he’s not big enough), so the budget to film Planet Ravenna will require not only interplanetary travel for locations, but a time machine. And then the sequels can be Beneath Planet Ravenna and Return to Planet Ravenna of the Apes or Apes Gone Wild at Spring Break on Planet Ravenna or something.
Okay, even my snapshots run long. Sorry. But thanks for asking, reading and caring, this site is such a special place full of such amazing people, it’s wonderful to be here. And so Planet Ravenna sets in the west as we ride off into the sunset with Butch and Sundance…
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