MagentaCat's blog: "Pieces of A Broken Mirror."

Comment Images - Comments Graphics Not joking!!!! Look how black and shiney!!!! Damn, I am addicted to corsets!

Now those who know me well, know that I love corsets....I love to be corseted...I love the way a corset makes me feel....sexy as hell!!! So once again I am in search for yet another corset.....I loosened up my fingers and started to search the web for the perfect corseter...and I found this wonderful website, which of course has the most beautiful corsets that are custom made for the wearer..... Dark Garden Now I've never been able to afford a custom corset...so whenever I find a site that makes them perfectly...I set and dream of myself wearing something like the one above, or when I'm in my bad librarian mode.....this one now just think of me with reading glasses perched on the end of my nose as I .....well, let's not get carried away here.... I'll let your imagination roam from here. So since I will not be getting one of these wonderful custom corsets, I think I should start the Magenta need a new corset fund....of course pictures will have to be taken in various positions for all who donate. LOL So off I go in search of more corsets at sites I've browsed in the past....sigh,...corsets.....mmmmm.....enjoy the link my friends......oh maybe latex corsets....yummy

I am addicted to music….my musical tastes are eclectic I am a sculptor in clay….I never got over playing in mud puddles as a child I am a writer of poems, songs and stories. Even when the Muse won’t play with me, I write… I am submissive yet dominate…I refuse to be abused…I deserve to be cherished.. I am afraid of heights, so I learned how to repel. I am afraid of the dark and small enclosed spaces, so I learned to crawl into small dark places for fun. Spelunking anyone? I am afraid of flying, , so I flew in helicopters in the suicide seat. I am tattooed I am learning Irish Gaelic… I am a wielder of knifes and swords…want to see my thigh knife? I am fascinated by the world around me. I am a continuing college student. All in all, I am.

As I lay slumbering this morning….I’m in the midst of the most wonderful dream…….corset is being slowly tightened from behind…….hair lifted and brushed over my shoulder as a small kiss and nibble is placed at the nape of my neck…..then suddenly…. “Hey, are you going to get up and take the kids to school?” I glare at the clock…..trying to focus….trying to find my voice …..”what time is it?” I groan huskily…. “6:30.…..I just got home from work and I am beat.” she says over her shoulder as she heads for her bed….. I do quick calculations in my mind…ok, as fast as my sleep numbed mind can handle and realize, damn….I have less than 20 minutes to dress evil children……..get teeth brushed…..hair brushed and put up in pigtails……..and not to mention that the roommate could have at least made me coffee before she went to her room…but no, there is no coffee…. I stumble out of bed…..walk to evil children’s room and open the door….oh, those little girls look so sweet when they are sleeping….. but I am about to wake them up and they will transform into evil little temperamental beasts… Stiffening my spine, I say sweetly…..”good morning ladies…time to get up and go to school.” I watch in amazement as the sweet innocent girls wake and transform immediately to grumbling wild haired beasts, that push past me in a rush for the bathroom…..”hey, you guys could at least give me a kiss good morning.” I here grumbling through the bathroom door, then soft little girl sneakers….damn, they are plotting against me already…. 20 minutes later….after missing shoes…..can’t find anything to wear……backpacks gone missing again……and I still don’t have any coffee……I have said evil children in the truck….. buckled in and am driving toward their school……Yes, my roommate is trying to kill me……but she could have made me coffee first…..