Golden Ramblings

you guessed it... I do this site Myself. All because I like to poke you little bastards. When you ask yourself if I mean YOU, the answer is "probably, yes." Quite a few moons ago, I wrote the original TALES FROM THE WHIP blog on Blogger, the Google blog platform, just because I needed a voice. It hung in there for hundreds of thousands of visits, attracting the wanderers from collarspace, from backpage, from all the strange and sundry breeding grounds of flagellation. One particular story, about drinking piss, if I may be so crude, was a particular hit. The real hook on TalesFromTheWhip, was that the stories were in fact (gasp) true. I've become ten times the fantasy writer I was back then... oh then, then I found Myself motivated by the gritty and grimy truth of My misadventures. Any of these would be deemed damning by the wrong eyes, so let's make sure the wrong eyes get a good hot squirt of pee in them before they're laid upon these idle scribbles.

What I intend to do is wander the internet, peruse My old computers, break back into My old emails, and see, just for you My icky little pets, if I can relocate this story about making a rich boy drink My piss from an Evian bottle-turned funnel, and post it right here.

In the mean time, I've been awaiting the proper opportunity to see if I can use My vintage clawfoot tub for the perfect golden shower. I suspect I'd need to perch over the whole thing, though, and am considering a floor invention that might make this topic all the easier. Creative types?

What makes for a perfect Golden Shower/Nectar scene?

The perfect comfort of the mistress, that's what!