Why I'm Getting Breast Reduction Surgery

Hey team!

If you want to watch this vlog style, here you go! Otherwise, the text is below. :)

xoxo

Princess Kelley

Transcript:

Hey Team!

So. After about a decade of consideration, I have decided, finally, to have breast reduction surgery. This is perhaps going to seem an odd thing to need to announce publicly, but I’ve lived a very public life for the past 13 or so years, often with my physical body front and center, so I suppose I’ll just continue that tradition. 

I first developed boobs when I was about 11 years old. They grew quickly and I was a DD before I left high school. But even after I stopped growing, they didn’t. I’ve always joked that I’m the luckiest girl in the world, because as I’ve gained weight over the years, sometimes it seems like my boobs are all that got bigger. (Aside: they’re not, lol. But I’ve definitely benefited from them growing along with my hips and thighs 😊). 

And so they’ve gone from 32FF when I graduated college to a 34HH when I first went Kinky and Popular, to now larger than a 34KK. If cup sizes were numbers, where an A was 1, I'm a size 16, for context. 

Breast reduction surgery is considered the cosmetic surgery with the highest rate of happiness. Almost everyone that gets it is thrilled, and only ever wishes that they did it sooner. Because we’re in pain. Constant, chronic pain that you become so used to you sometimes don’t even notice. I’ve had migraines from the pulling on my neck since I was 22. I’ve had muscle spasms in my back since I was 20. I’ve struggled to breathe from the physical weight on my chest… And the problems have only ever gotten worse despite years of chiropractors, physical therapy, massage, drugs, etc. You name it, I’ve tried it. 

So, unsurprisingly, I’ve been thinking about this surgery since I was about 22.

But I’ve also found that many women who have had this surgery did so in part because they didn’t like the social aspects of having giant boobs. They hated being looked at and ogled. They hated not being able to find cute clothes that fit. They didn’t like the attention their boobs got them. 

But that’s not me at all. I LOVE the attention my boobs get me. I actively solicit that attention. I always have. Sure, bras and clothes are hard and expensive, but I’ve found solutions over the years. And people looking at my naked body is part of how I make a living, and it’s something that brings me joy. 

Plus, it used to be that you weren’t able to breastfeed after, and I knew I wanted kids. So my plan was to wait til after I had kids, and then once my boobs were sagging and destroyed from pregnancy and breast feeding, I would just do the reduction and a lift all at once and get it done with then. 

So why now you ask? I can’t exactly explain why I finally decided to do this now other than pain. It just got to be too much, and I need a solution that can last for longer than 2 weeks at a time. Maybe it’s having found a forever partner that I know supports me and really doesn’t care about how big my boobs are. Maybe it’s knowing that the surgery has advanced and that it’s now possible that I’ll be able to breastfeed my babies at least partially. Maybe it’s just exhaustion. 

But after months of searching and struggle, and then more months waiting for a slot during COVID, I am finally set to have this surgery at the end of August. 

So, what does this mean for my life? Well it means that if you were hoping to experience my party trick where I give people minor concussions with my boobs, I am very sorry to say you are too late. But I’m certain there are videos out there somewhere and plenty of people you can ask about the experience. It means I won’t have ghost nipples anymore (your nipples are made much smaller and more uniform in surgery) in case that was your thing. It means I will no longer need to ask my friends to hold my boobs as though they were a shelf for a few minutes to I can breathe properly while we joke that I should get a boob shelf slave. It means I will be able to walk down stairs without needing to cross my arms across my chest to hold them in. It means I will get to wear cute lingerie, and do more activities. And of course, it hopefully will mean less pain. 

As for work, well there are a few specifics. I won’t be able to do any sessions until November, though given COVID that’s unlikely to affect many people. I won’t be doing any virtual work either for 3-4 weeks as I recover from what is actually really major surgery. It sadly means no livestreams during that time either. And obviously no new nude photos of my boobs for a few months while they heal. HOWEVER, this does not mean that there will be a lack of content. I will still be posting every day without a break, and I’ve been stockpiling enough photos of my boobs currently to last at least a year if that was all I posted. But don’t worry—they’ll still be pretty big. I’m hoping for a DD or an F cup which means I’m reducing essentially from a size 17 (if each cup was a number) to a size 5 or 6.  My other content shouldn’t change at all, as spanking is obviously not about boobs. And hopefully you will all still be interested in what I’m creating and putting out there. 

Look. I’m scared. As many of you know I am in recovery from bulimia and body dysmorphia and have been for years. And there have been many many many days where the only thing I loved about my body was my boobs, or more specifically my proportions. I’ve thought it was the only thing that made me beautiful. Or to put my terrible fatphobic thoughts more bluntly, my boobs are/were the only thing making me “voluptuous” and keeping me from just being “fat.” Which obviously to my eating disorder riddled brain was the worst thing that could happen to me. So the idea that I am actively and permanently changing the one thing about my body that I’ve always loved is absolutely terrifying. I’m terrified that I’m going to lose a ton of fans and as a result income. I’m terrified that something will go wrong with the surgery more generally. And I’m terrified that even if it goes well and I become one of the 99% of women who just wish they’d had breast reduction sooner that I’m bringing regret into my life where it didn’t exist before. 

But I’m also excited. I’m excited not to be in pain. To be able to breathe deeply, to not have back spasms and migraines. To be able to do more activities and try things I’ve always wanted to try. I’m excited to be able to buy and make cute clothes for myself that fit that don’t have to come exclusively from specialty stores. I’m excited to not have overwhelming underboob sweat. Did I mention I’m excited to not be in pain. Because hot damn, am I excited to not be in pain. 

So why am I telling you all of this? Well, partially just because it’s going to be a very big and very noticeable change in my life, work and content I produce. But also because I need your support. This is major surgery, and the next couple months are likely going to be hard physically and mentally. And your love and hugs and positivity always mean the world to me. 

So, please do not tell me you are sad. Do not try to convince me not to do it. Do not send me soliloquy dedicated to my giant tits or mourn them for me. My boobs are mine, not yours, and you have no say in what happens to them. As the best quote I found about breast reduction said—why should I live everyday in pain so someone else can enjoy occasionally looking at my body?

This is the right call for me. And I hope you’ll support me in that decision. 

xoxo

Princess Kelley

10 Things I've Learned in 10 Years of Spanking

Hey Team!

10 years ago today, I got my first ever spanking. I’d met a wonderful man on the Shadow Lane personal ads, impulsively went to a hotel in Virginia and got spanked! I was 18 years old, and as eager as they come. A lifetime of fantasizing and longing come true.

And I’ve never looked back.

Four or so months later I started this blog, got naked on the internet, and went from there. During that time, I’ve had 9 kinky relationships, hundreds of play partners, multiple businesses, a couple parties, some internet fame, some internet shame, a yearlong catfish relationship, abuse, love, fidelity, infidelity, 3 months tops of being actually single, and a very loud voice. I’ve learned a lot, and come a long way. I’ve literally made my dreams come true, and I’ve sat on my floor crying in despair on multiple occasions.

I wouldn’t trade a second of it.

But in the honor of 10 years, and me feeling like a sage old lady at the ripe old age of 28, I’d like to share with you 10 things that I’d like to tell 18 year old me if I had the chance. Maybe, dear reader, you’ll also like what I have to say.

But this is for her. That wide-eyed, eager, innocent young girl who had no fucking clue what she was doing. Thank you, young girl, for answering that ad, and for going to that hotel. Thank you for starting us on this journey. You wouldn’t believe how far we’ve come.

10 things I’ve learned in my 10 years. For my younger self:

1.       You’re monogamous or you’re poly. Figure out which, and stick with it.

Let’s start with the obvious here: this is an oversimplification. But my point stands. There are very few people that I’ve met that are truly poly/mono neutral—those who could happily be either. The vast majority of people are one or the other. And there’s nothing wrong with either; you just need to be true to who you are.

If you’re a poly person, you need to be up front about that with yourself and with your partners. You’re not a bad person, or a player, or any of those things. You just have different needs and you need to get them met.

Likewise if you’re a monogamous person, you need to be up front with yourself and your partners about that. You’re not overly jealous, or possessive, or a slave to the patriarchy or any of that. You just have certain needs that need to be met.

And while a poly and mono person can love each other, they probably shouldn’t date. I tried for *years* to be poly, to fit into poly relationships, because I loved people, and I was told that I would get used to it. But that’s not how it works. Those people weren’t wrong for wanting to live their life, and I wasn’t wrong for feeling hurt by it. But we were all wrong for having tried to push the other to be something they weren’t.

So, try things, experiment, and figure out how you feel and what you want. You might be able to be poly about sex, but not about kink or vice versa. I had a poly friend brilliantly tell me, after I indicated that I wouldn’t care if my partner had casual sex with someone, that I’d, “basically just said I wouldn’t care if he got a new tennis partner for all [I] care about sex.” What are your priorities? What are your limits? Are you ok with play at parties? What does play mean to you?

Answer those questions for YOU and then stick to your truth without compromise.

2.       Someone else’s kink doesn’t have to be your kink. Go get a cookie.

You are not the arbiter of what is safe or sane. You can’t even always tell if someone else’s play is consensual. Just like you don’t want someone making moral judgements about your play, don’t make moral judgements about someone else’s. You don’t have to like it, and you don’t have to watch. As long as everyone is actively consenting, and the play isn’t breaking any of the rules of the play space they’re in, if you don’t like something, go get a cookie. Take your butt to a different room and keep your opinions to yourself.

3.       You don’t know shit.

There is nothing that will teach you humility quite like having a very large platform from which to express all of your opinions loudly starting at age 18. And then having to look back at all those opinions you shouted and seeing how many of them you no longer hold.

I said a *lot* of things on my blog that I don’t agree with anymore. I was young, and opinionated, and I thought I had it all figured out. Surprise! Turns out I still had a lot of growing to do. That isn’t to say that my values have changed (they haven’t), or that I was all wrong (I wasn’t). But what I see as being in line or not with my values has shifted. Things I thought I would never want, I now want. Things I thought I would never do, I now do.

But I like having opinions, and I like shouting them (*cough*thiswriting*cough*). So I subscribe to the notion of “strong beliefs loosely held.” I believe something until I’m proven wrong. If someone makes a compelling argument, I will change my position on something. But until that happens, I will go hard for my side.

Just remember, half the things you think you know are probably wrong. You’ll disagree with a lot of your own opinions 10 years from now. And what you want in life, and in sex, and in a relationship evolve over time. So when someone offers you a large audience to listen to your teenage rants, say yes, but get ready to eat a lot of humble pie.

4.       It’s a long game, play it that way.

Everything feels so important in the moment. Every argument, every slight, every hurt feels like the war that must be won now. But life is long, and the arc of history bends towards justice.

You don’t have to fight every battle. You don’t have to drag every hater. You don’t have to take up every mantle. You don’t have to hurt everyone that hurts you.

Sometimes, the best thing you can do is just be still, and be quiet. The fire will burn down, and people will move on when there’s no one there to fan the flames. And you might have to suffer some in the short term, but people will eventually see the truth on their own. And they’ll know you were right the whole time. But you won’t have had to get yourself dirty to get there.

5.       Being a fetishist is a sexual orientation. Treat it that way.

There aren’t enough words for me to write on this one.

Let start with: there is a difference between being kinky and being a fetishist. And there are actually varying levels of fetishism (aka paraphilia). The most intense one, the one that I am and that most of the people that I know that call themselves “spankos” are, is called an obligatory paraphilia. When you literally can’t cum without it. When your entire sexuality revolves around your fetish, and everything else is basically irrelevant. Often this means gender is irrelevant. Sometimes it even means top/bottom is irrelevant. You just want the goddamn spanking!

This is why my favorite pairing is disciplinary m/m, even though it has no sex, and I have no part in the actual scene. It’s why when I went to a sex cabin weekend I stood quietly watching 10 gorgeous, young, wonderful friends of mine have mutual respectful group sex as though it were a fucking nature documentary. They asked if I wanted to join and I just shrugged. Meh. I’d gladly spank someone if they wanted it. I’d choke someone if it would be helpful to them. But I didn’t really care about the sex. And I didn’t join in.

Because I’m an obligatory spanking fetishist and sex is entirely irrelevant to me. (Cumming is relevant to me, but cumming is not the same as sex.)

So, when you’re contemplating dating a vanilla, or contemplating dating a kinky non fetishist, remember: you don’t have the same sexual orientation. You can love each other, you can try to make the other happy, you can do your best. But at the end of the day, you don’t speak the same language, you don’t have the same cultural norms, and you don’t see sex as the same thing. And that means you probably shouldn’t be dating that person.

6.       Come out if you can.

Coming out as a spanking fetishists (or a fetishist of any kind) is scary, and hard. And it’s not going to be the right choice for everyone. Coming out as any sexual minority can (in certain circumstances) put you in physical, social, or economic jeopardy. But I would say, take a hard look at your situation. Are you really in danger or are you just scared? Are there small steps you could take, like just telling a few close friends? How much of your life are you hiding?

I came out to a few friends in college in 2010, and then to my family in 2011. I came out because I had started doing films and I’d been blogging for a few years then, and I was scared that I would be outed, and I didn’t want my family to find out that way. And I was exhausted from lying.

And after all my agonizing, everything has been fine! My family is the best about it, as are all my friends. I put my kinky businesses on my resume when applying to grad school and gave a talk there about being a fetishist and what that meant. My current employer knows my background. I don’t go around shouting that I’m a spanko at people, but I don’t hide or lie either. And while my situation is probably not going to be the norm, I also have a lot more to come out about than most would.

I’ve found that coming out has two key benefits, one for you, and one for all fetishists.

a.       Dear lord, being out feels amazing! My life and my relationships have improved astronomically since I made the decision to come out as a spanking fetishist (and a sex worker). It’s amazing how much lighter I feel every day not having to think about what I’m hiding, or who I’m hiding it from, or to keep my lies straight. I meet new people and am able to bring my whole self to the table, and I think it’s made me a better person overall. It’s also useful to not have people wonder if I’m going to Las Vegas and Atlantic City 3 times a year because I’m a degenerate gambler. Now they just know it’s cause I’m a kinky fuck who likes to be hit with things, and they seem totally fine with that.

b.      Being out helps all fetishists. Study after study has shown that the movement in the gay community towards coming out is one of the key causes of the overall cultural acceptance of homosexuality. Why? Because people fear what they don’t know, and trust what they do. It would be easy for my father to say that he’s against bdsm and sex work if he didn’t know anyone who did either of those things. Why would he fight for those people? But it’s a lot harder for my father to not fight for his own daughter. The more visible we are, the more normal we become, and the more likely we are to be treated fairly by the laws in our countries. Every step you take paves a path for the person behind you.

7.       Get out and meet people.

Being in a room with more than one spanking fetishist for the first time is absolutely terrifying. It’s overwhelming and impossible feeling. These people know your deepest darkest secret. These people share with you a cultural backstory of looking the word spanking up in the dictionary as a child, of watching McClintock way too many times, of loving Tom and Jerry more than is reasonable, having watched every episode waiting for another spanking reference. These people also felt shame, and felt alone. These people also tried awkwardly to get their neighbors to play house in a way that involved discipline somehow. These people you’ve never met somehow know you in a way that your best vanilla friend doesn’t.

And you’ll come to learn that this immediate intimacy is a bit false and can be misleading (you really aren’t that person’s new best friend despite how awesome it feels right now; friendships take time and work), but it’s nevertheless amazing. I’m at a point where 80% of my friends are kinky people that I’ve met through various events. And they aren’t even all spankos; many are just kinky fuckers that I’ve enjoyed spending time with. It’s like the benefits of coming out to a friend without having to come out. Everyone just knows to begin with.

Events are also a great way to learn, and to figure out what you want and what you don’t. So get out! Go meet people! We’re all just like you- normal people living our lives and trying our best. We just all also happen to love spanking.

8.       Domestic discipline is a problematic fave. And you don’t really want to be saved.

Do you ship Cersie and Jamie Lannister from Game of Thrones? Do you find yourself rooting for Dexter? Do you love the song Blurred Lines? Are you super excited about Johnny Depp’s casting in the new HP movie? Do you have really intense rape fantasies? If so, Congratulations! You have a problematic fave! I know that I personally have lots (Wincest anyone?)!

And there is nothing inherently wrong with a problematic fave. You can like something, love something even, without it being perfectly pure and good. But it’s generally a good idea to recognize that something is problematic before you go loving it so unendingly hard.

Domestic discipline is the backbone of my fetish. It is the core of my kink, as it is for many spanking fetishists. My deepest fantasies involve being “fixed” by my partner, being corrected for things I did wrong, and being able to change my behaviors. And more often than not, the most intense of these fantasies involve me being punished for doing something reckless or dangerous.

We’ve all read those stories. Girl drives drunk, speeds, texts and drives (wow there are a lot of things with cars…), goes to confront the murder suspect, doesn’t sleep for days, does drugs, goes to the bad part of town…. We get the point. And then guy comes and gets her, usually saves her and spanks her for putting herself in danger. *Swoon*

Or even simpler things like not paying the bill on time, cursing, not doing homework, being late to things, procrastinating… I’ve read a lot of these stories. It was how I spent the majority of my teenage years to be honest. Though in those it was usually m/m fanfiction for Supernatural, Lord of the Rings, or NCIS, but same idea.

And never once reading these stories and watching these videos growing up did I ever thing, hey this might be a little problematic. I never stopped and thought, what does this tell me about my autonomy? My responsibilities to myself? My own personal accountability? What is this going to mean for my actual relationships?

I’m not going to come here and say that discipline doesn’t or never works. Because that would be untrue. There are things that I’ve been spanked for that have changed my behavior. And I’m not going to say that spanking can’t be punishment for a spanko because we like it too much, because that’s also not entirely true. But let’s be honest here: spanking isn’t a great real life discipline technique in any circumstance, and we do fetishize discipline.

After many years of being punished for everything from not doing my homework, to talking back, to “being an argumentative person,” and my own reckless behaviors, I realized something. I was tired of waiting for someone to save me.

In order to keep needing to be punished, I kept having to do things that were wrong or bad. And in order to keep getting the same high from the spanking, I needed those things to be more and more serious. I kept having to make myself less than so I could make my partner more. I kept doing things I wouldn’t have otherwise done because I wanted the discipline and the attention. And I was tired of it.

I am competent and I am capable. I’m a grown ass woman, and I don’t need someone to save me.

…But I *want* those things.

And that’s ok. I can want those things. I can have problematic faves. I just need to recognize the pitfalls, and the potential issues. To see where I stumble and lie to myself. I need to remember that no man is going to save me. That only I can save myself. And for fucks sake, to stop breaking myself just so that I’d need to be put back together.

9.       Kink is not a substitute for mental health care.

I have ADHD, and a generalized anxiety disorder with panic attacks. I also can fall into depressive spells. I’ve been in and out of mental health treatment for much longer than a decade. And I’m guilty of attempting to fix my mental health issues with kink. Particularly my ADHD, even though I didn’t quite realize that was what I was doing.

My ADHD manifests itself in a few main ways: a lack of executive function, poor time management, and an inability to focus on priorities. And while I’ve known I was ADHD since I was 6, and was on medicine from age 6-15, I apparently didn’t really understand what any of that meant until like 6 months ago.

What this means is that I have really poor impulse control, and go from need to want to have very quickly. It means I misestimate time requirements for things. It means I’m terrible at keeping track of to do’s. It means my brain is constantly running and is never ever ever quiet. It means that I procrastinate, even when I don’t want to. And most importantly it means that none of those things are my choice or my fault. I’m not lazy. I don’t lack work ethic or respect for people’s time. I’m not purposefully being bad.

And it’s that last bit- the part of about it not being my choice to be this way- where I dropped the ball. How many times have I been spanked for procrastinating on doing my homework? How many times have I been spanked for being impulsive? How many times have I tried to make myself do something and just somehow been unable, and felt so helpless and frustrated, and then turned towards a Daddydom to make me do it. How many times have I just used my Daddy as my executive function? And how many times has my Daddy been so frustrated by my apparent disobedience and refusal to learn a lesson?

Just like spanking (or punishing in any way) a child for having ADHD accomplishes absolutely nothing, spanking or punishing and adult for having ADHD accomplishes nothing. Spanking me for not focusing on the right thing won’t fix it if the reason I’m not focused is because of my mental health issue.

Kink cannot solve that problem. It can’t make me not ADHD, and thinking it will just frustrates everyone. Kink can help with mental health—I believe strongly that being spanked and having those needs met was one of the key things that helped me begin my recovery from bulimia. But kink is not a substitute for proper mental health care.

10.   Just because something ends doesn’t mean it wasn’t worthwhile.

If there’s one lesson I could teach above all, it’s this. You will have many relationships, many friendships, and many loves. They will come and they will go. You will have projects and ambitions and homes. And they will come and they will go.

And every single one of them was worthwhile. Sure, you maybe could have done without that one asshole… but it has all led you here.

Enjoy the moments you have with the people you love while you can. These people are in your life for a reason, though possibly for only a season. Hold tight and fast and bask in their love. And when it ends, cry because it hurts when things end. Because change is scary. But never regret having loved because it’s been lost. Time is not the only measure of what makes something meaningful.

So enjoy the things that you know will end. Finish this chapter, then turn the page.

Go Vote for Me!

Hey Team!

So, this is exceedingly belated (even for me) as the voting on this category closes tomorrow. BUT, I thought it'd still be worth posting about here. If nothing else, it's giving me an extra little push to post something.

As you might recall from my last post (a year ago), I came out of retirement from videos in 2016 to shoot videos as a top. Other than in my relationship with my Daddy, I top probably 90% of the time in my real life at this point, so it was a natural transition, and I love shooting and it's been a blast this past year getting to hang out and shoot with my friends and some amazing people I've just gotten to know.

Well, in the process, I've been nominated for Best New Spanker of the Year over at Spanking Blogg, and it would mean the world to me if you'd go vote for me!

I know that a lot of people that are still here or come back here occasionally do so because they like seeing me as a bottom. And this is of little to no interest. But it's my life, and I've never made any apologies for this blog being about whatever the fuck is happening in my life at the time, and I'm not about to start now. :)

As a bit of enticement, here are some pics from a few of my shoots that were released in 2016. These are for Northern Spankings, Real Spankings, and Kitchen Sink! The bottoms include Ava Nicole, Alex Reynolds, Maddy Marks, Harley Havik, and Syrena! Couldn't be more grateful to everyone I've worked with for the opportunities. :)

Important Announcement

Hey Team!

So, important announcement ahead! *drum roll* I'm coming out of retirement! (Sort of)

Tomorrow I'm going to be filming as a top for Northern Spanking with Alex Reynolds and Paul Kennedy! And thus will be the first of what is planned to be more top roles in videos with other producers (and hopefully more with Northern as well).

While I do switch in real life (my Daddy is still my top after all), I am only intending to top in videos going forward. (Will do another post about my switching sometime soon).

So watch below, let me know you're thoughts, and hope to hear from y'all soon!



xoxo
Princess Kelley

My Friend Wrote a Book!

Hey Team!

Quick little video update!



Link to buy her book here!

xoxo
Princess Kelley

Life Update: Safari Style

Hey Team!

So I recorded this around Thanksgiving, edited around New Years, and am posting it by Valentine's! Well done, Kelley.

Anwyho, lots of important life news in this update, plus pictures and stories from my Africa adventures this past November.



Big changes to the blog coming in the next couple of weeks, so everyone get excited. Keep checking this space for updates. Lots coming soon. :)

It's ok, you can call it a comeback!

xoxo
Princess Kelley

50 Memories from 50 Freaks

Repost from FetLife:

Ok, so I was almost finished writing this when my computer restarted and I lost all of it!!! Ugh. Let's try this again.

Been crashing extra hard this party. With Daddy out of town and unavailable on business, it's just been very no bueno. So I'm stealing this idea from @crashdance and @elle to cheer up a bit! :)

Just 50 random memories (in an attempt at chronological order) not top 50 or anything like that. :)

1. The drive to Vegas with Daddy, pulling way off the side of the road in the middle of the desert, getting stripped naked and spanked. Love the feeling of the sun on my body. :) This is why our road trips are the best!!!

2. The remodels at the Suncoast! I am still not sure if I'm thrilled because, dear lord, it looks so much better or upset b/c the Suncoast is supposed to be that hideous crimson and gold damnit! :)

3. Getting my giant hugs from David (@tallandstrict) while teasing Michael (@inspectherhide) about their rooming situation!

4. Introducing my Daddy (@mrOMK) to so many people that I've been telling him about for so long. :)

5. My intense and wonderful scene with Inspecterhide and SDSpanker. Yummy double belting! A little hard for a Thursday given my bottom's new near virgin status, but soooo hot! Normally I play quite a bit with these two (always the top of my list) but this was actually my only scene with either all weekend. Really pleased that it went so well. :)

6. Getting to talk with @crashdance and get to know her better. We have a lot in common, and really relate well. I'm so glad to finally be friends. (Thanks for being such a wonderful confidante all weekend.)

7. Gabbing with the ever bubbly @betheisley! After 3 years, I'm so glad to finally have a conversation! Such a lovely girl, and I'm glad to be friends.

8. John pulling down @EricaScott's panties during midnight flogging!

9. Finally getting to cuddle in bed with my Daddy at one of these parties. Leaving the party suite has never been more compelling. :)

10. Daddy and my misadventures in Google Maps/Yelp that led to our amazing discovery of HoneySalt! Yummy. Brookies for life!!!

11. Playing with @tonyelka for the first time! I'm a lifelong Shadow Lane enthusiasts as many of you might know, and I was so flattered when he asked to play. A nice warm up for the evening and discussion of all things nerdy! :)

12. GUESS THE TOP!!!!! I've been hearing for months about how this has taken over BU in Dallas, but with me in LA I'd yet to experience it. For the record, I was kick ass when it was 5, but I got cocky and went to 6. God that took awhile!
12a. "DAVID STATUS!!!!!!" -NaughtyMichael; I've never seen so much enthusiasm in my life!
12b. Johnny's (@flapaddler) face when people kept thinking I was him. Not going to lie, I was a little insulted! ;) I'm a not-so-shabby top.
12c. "Mama???" Elle's voice during that really sounded like the "are you my mother" bird from the cartoons and it was TOO CUTE!
12d. "wildcard" swats from Johnny and JC
12e. Joe (@drlectr) convincing me that he was Rachel by dipping his hand in ice water!

I needed that entire scene more than I can say. Thank you to everyone who participated or spectated!

13. THE HIKE!!!! This was actually one of my favorite memories from the entire weekend. I love hiking (especially with Daddy) and I can't believe I had no idea it was available in Vegas. Despite my exceptional fall (still have the bruises), I adored the scenery, hanging out with friends (Texas crew for life!), and watching @sirsiq run up boulders like he was in a parkour class!

14. THE SNOW!

15. Watching @Rachel85 getting her first ever outdoor spanking from @Kevin85! Also the epic hunt for switches with @aggieace. I think Rachel took one stroke! I then tremendously enjoyed sneaking up on @whooperine with it! The turn about was then fair play. :)

16. Rachel's bubble Armageddon.

17. "KILLER TOFUUUUUU" (aka the 90s children theme song sing along extravaganza led by Kevin85 on our hiking drive and in our bubble bath).

18. A lovely conversation with @miketanner at TTYL. Another long overdue official meeting. :) Glad to be on the same team.

18. FAMILY VACATION!!!!!!!!!!!! Just everything about it.
Specifically:

19. The sugar cocaine lines. Perfection. I got really into my character at some point and decided to put some on my nose so it looked like a snorted and then accidentally snorted some sugar... not so pleasant.

20. Making out with @lilblubunny (aka Adrianna) as our mischief, but starting too soon so getting to enjoy that for a couple of minutes. :D Mike Tanner's reaction of "Adrianna! What have I told you about these feelings? When you want to kiss a girl, you bless yourself!".. I'm still laughing thinking about it.

21. Getting so into character (which never happens for me in a role play (especially not a mass role play) that I honestly couldn't stop myself from blurting out my appreciation for Samoas or smart ass answering back to @OlympiaSpanker's questions. :) That belting was magical as well...

22. Daddy's reaction to Naughty Michael's stripper antics, and then all of a sudden seeing Whooperine just darting out of the bedroom, doing a pretty good shirtless bob and weave!

23. Laughing at how efficiently we actually cleaned that room!

24. @crashdance's dress!!! And boob condom...

25. The "Magic Chair" and "strict Michael"

26. Quad-teaming up on NaughtyMichael with Ten, Sarah Gregory, and Adriana!

27. Getting spanked (HARD) and paddled by @djinn for tricking @sweetenticement onto the Magic Chair. Her pout and indignant stomp of "Daddyyyy! Spank her!!!" was amazing. His quick agreement was more astonishing :). Great scene! A pretty good two year con! ;)

25. Getting in mutual trouble with @AlexReynolds for tattling on her to her Daddy (@PaulKennedy). Getting spanked otk by my daddy while watching her face as she got the same was super fun! Yay little's space.

26. The wonderful scene I had with @olympiaspanker. Yet another person that I'm so glad to finally be friends with. Thank you for the great advice and kind hugs, as well as the fantastic scene! I tremendously enjoyed getting to debate how making out with my "cousin" (Adrianna) being wrong didn't mean that I couldn't comment on how astonishingly hot and fun it was.
Also: "You were late today, which your Daddy predicted. David actually said that you'd be late to your own funeral!"
"but I was doing something important!"
"Web design?"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT??? ARE YOU MAGIC??"

in reality, Daddy just tattled. :/

27. Getting to go full "Mommy" on @naughtymichael. That was a first for me to do with a guy, and INSANELY fun. Absolutely a highlight for me. Just the entire weekend with him was a highlight really. New favorite person.

28. @Elle giving Michael a lollipop out of her "owie owl pack" when she came to help bandage him up after our scene. :) Brilliance.

29. Watching Sarah, Alex, Erica, Maddie, and Adrianna get recognized for their awesomeness. I really loved Adriana being so excited about her title "best facial." ;)

29. COURT (mostly everything @alexreynolds @spankcake and @paulkennedy were in, especially the texting and the Pringles crunch!)

30. AggieAce surprising me by bringing my bestie @cloudyink on skype to make a case against me! Terrible case, but so much fun! lol

31. Daddy's weekend long con to make me think that he was going to take me to court for my messy room (a charge I've lost to David I think for 3 parties in a row). He took pictures around the room and everything. I had the perfect defense planned. Then when the time came, COMPLETELY different charges! Apparently my reaction was priceless.

32. Being with Joe when he got some good news. ;)

33. Getting flogged by @aggieAce after he learned how to do 6 count from @strictdave. I was the first person to get a flogging from Ace after he learned to florentine, and getting to be the first on this step meant a lot to me. I feel like such a proud little sister! :) You've come so far! Also, that was one of the top 3 best floggings I've ever received!

34. Spanking/paddling/molesting @alexreynolds and @maddiemarks in the (traditional Singapore) cuddle nest. First time playing with Maddie, and what a treat with the two together! Alex really needs to learn about not "kissing with teeth." ;)

35. Getting to be a part of Maddie and Siq's INTENSE scene that followed, and realizing my nails matched her lingerie. :)

36. Getting switched and brushed by @olympiaspanker for cursing. Then later when I was upset that I didn't think I was going to get my traditional Sunday night hard scene, @crashdance suggested that I should just go up to him and curse in his face. (Do you hear that bus coming?) ;)

37. Getting to hang out with @lostkitten and @toska. So happy to see @lostkitten so happy. We roomed at my first ever party, and seeing her happy brings me great joy. Also looking forward to hopefully hanging out with @toska more out here on the west coast.

38. Spanking Maddie again and then getting to experience a spanking from Siq! :) So fun.

39. Seeing my wonderful @tallandstrict floating 3 ft above the ground with joy. :D

40. Cuddling with Joey, Michael and @crashdance

41. Joey and my obligatory boob/head picture

42. THE VIDEO WITH NAUGHTY MICHAEL. (Ps you need to send that to me). Aka the party trick I do that Ten is so fond of... ;)

43. Drunk Rachel.

44. Looking around the room Sunday evening and realizing that I felt I was friends with pretty much every single person in the room. Even a year ago that's not something I could say. I'm so glad to have been able to expand my friend circles this year to finally include some lovely people. :)

45. @strictdave pushing past his shoulder injury to spank and cane me in an incredible final party scene. So grateful. :)

46. Rachel's Bearman the Airman fake ass fucking Princess Cupcake. There are pictures.

46. Monday on the strip with Daddy. Just everything about the day. From NYNY and him buying me Lorenzo "Peanut" the Elephant to AMAZING dinner at Aria to finally our great time at Cirque du Solie Love. I love you so much Daddy and I'm so glad we got to have this experience together.

47. "Ugh, do you have chapstick or water?" "No, they're both on the other side of the room and we're in bed baby." "30 second of personal service time. Go!"
I got a spanking and my panties taken away, but I also got the water and chapstick. ;)

48. Tuesday morning with Daddy.... :D

49. Winning $50 on my first ever try at Vegas blackjack! I can totally see how that's addictive!

50. People being so loving a supportive of me, my friends and family, TASSP, and everything else. It means the world.

Thank you to everyone who helped run this party, and of course to Joe. Joe, you are a wonderful man and we are lucky to have you in this community and I feel lucky to have you as a friend. I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there for you more this fall, but I want you to know that I see everything that you do (we all do), and I couldn't be more proud to know you. As someone told you this weekend, "take a step, and we'll all be there when you turn around."

Ok, going to go do finance homework now. :)

xoxo
Princess Kelley May

Hello There

Hey Team,

So, it turns out that a large chunk of the student body at my school knows about my site. :) Oh joy.

Here's my response video, where I speak directly to many of those people, as well as to all of y'all :).

Links: For those who are curious, the better photos (and generally more updated, though not recently) can be found on Tumblr and of course my FetLife page for PrincessKelleyMay, but you have to have an account for FetLife (only join that if you are legitimately interested in the BDSM/kink communities. We don't take kindly to vanillas being there.)

So, back to those of you who are here for legitimate reasons! I'll try to post more, but as always I make no promises. TASSP is currently kicking my ass on the fetish front, and things are now feeling very strange here, but I have a lot of fun photos and stories from my adventures (especially my grand canyon pictures!!!! That was an amazing experience) that I want to share. We'll see I suppose....

Love and miss you all!

xoxo
Princess Kelley

Update: The Past, Present, and Future

Hey Team,

After 6 months away, I'm not really even sure how to start this. So I think I'm just going to post these here, and let them speak for themselves. :) I think they say everything I would need to in this part anyway.

xoxo
Princess Kelley

Post Party Redux

Hey Team!

So I really thought I could do this in maybe two videos... SO WRONG. :) Just too much to say and not enough time! Apologies in advanced that these get a lot ramble-y. It was really late, and I was just going with it.

First two videos are thought videos about post party drop and about the idea/problem of "friend-zoning" in the scene. The remaining videos are the "blow-by-blow" of the party itself in chronological order. Feel free to skip around.

I realized that in all of this I never said a proper thank you to Joe and Ten for hosting this/putting it together. Y'all know I know how hard it is, and I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for this party. 50 Freaks last year was where I met the majority of my friends in the scene out of Dallas, and I feel blessed to be included. I love y'all, and I'm so happy to have you as my kinky family.

Party Thoughts/Feels

This first bit is all of the post-party feels, my thoughts on parties in general and how people become your family, about how I was feeling when I left, and the realizations about myself and my life/future that it has helped me have.

This bit is about the idea of "friend-zoning" in the kink community as it relates to parties. 

Party Redux

Thursday (all of) and Friday morning/afternoon.  Includes discussion of my brief trip to LA, and my first couple of scenes at the party.

Friday night. This contains the rather lengthy discussion of the biggest play scene I had as a bottom at the party- my first scene ever with Michael.

Saturday Day. My interview with Spanking Resource, a couple more scenes, discussion of the epic presentation Miss Chris gave and the unforgettable scene between James, Joey, and Korey there, and finally a doubles scene I did with Michael, David, and Korey.

Saturday Night- Dinner, the biggest, hottest, and best topping scene I've ever done (a spanking/humiliation scene with new model Adriana), a mini scene I did with Miss Chris, and a couple more scenes as a bottom.

[Not discussed because I forgot to put it on my outline, but one of my favorite things that happened at the party was a surprise birthday party thrown for Zoey (lostkitten) to make up for her vanilla friends abandoning her on her actual birthday a few months back. The story had been heartbreaking, but watching her realize that the "Surprise!" we all yelled was for her was the most life affirming thing I think I might have ever seen]

Sunday- Court, the day, and 3 more wonderful scenes (plus a bit of goodbyes)

After having to watch through some of those as they uploaded, I'm feeling a wee bit insecure about posting them, but... fuck it. Self-censoring has never really been my strong suit.

I hope you all enjoyed. For all that were at this party, I miss you, and thank you for being a part of not only my wonderful experience, but also of my kinky family.

xoxo
Princess Kelley

I GOT IN!

Hey Team!

Just needed to share with y'all. :)


xoxo
Princess Kelley

LA 2014 Part 3

Hey Team!

Sorry for the short delay. Right now it's Valentine's Day, and after he was supposed to take the whole day off, Daddy has gotten stuck at work, and I'm pouty and trying to fill time. So blog update! :)

I left off right as we left Venice for Santa Monica. The sun was completely done at this point, I'm starting to get a bit tired, we're both getting hungry, and I am freezing cold! And I was about ready to chop off my feet from walking in not walking appropriate shoes all day. But I'd always wanted to see the Santa Monica pier, and ride the Ferris wheel with a guy... be all sappy and romantic like that...

I'll give the details, but let's just say the moral of this is that I needed warmer clothes. My memories of this are a bit clouded by the freezing feeling that accompanies them. I might have murdered for a sweatshirt lol.

We finally found parking and walked with the swaths of other people onto the pier. Right at the entrance there is an old Carousel, and I just had to ride it! I loved Carousels as a child- watching, scouting out which horse you want, running to it when it's your turn, naming it, petting it, and then just having fun- and I wanted to go with Daddy. Daddy was convinced that it would still be open on the way home, and made us continue on walking past it with the promise that I could ride after.

The pier to me was kinda not that exciting. Mostly like I said due to the cold and damp feeling that I couldn't escape. And the tired feet- cranky was setting in for sure! But it's fun that there's this little mini fair year round! Complete with rides and funnel cake! Nothing like the State Fair here, but you know, not everything can be as big as Texas ;). I was really enamoured with the Ferris Wheel though and had cajoled Daddy into riding it with me.

Let's be clear about something here. I don't like roller coasters. I hate amusement parks. I like the tea cup rides and tilt-a-whirls on occasion, but I venture into the Midway at the fair exclusively for the games and the food. I am afraid of heights (though climbing cathedral towers and riding monorails and chair lifts have helped alleviate that some), and I am not ashamed of my total terror. PHYSICS MATTERS! (re: you could totally die!)

But I have in my life, liked small Ferris wheels. I have liked the big one at the fair. And I though, it's no big deal! I'll love it! And Daddy will be with me.

I was wrong. As soon as that thing started moving I was shaking, clutching to his arm like a life raft, and near tears. I insisted that we sit on the same side of the gondola so that we could cuddle, but doing so cause it to tip backwards a bit. I couldn't really see out in front, and I was paranoid about falling out the back. Of course fixing this would require me to let go of his arm, which wasn't about to happen.

Daddy laughed at me mostly, but reassured me that I was obviously safe because I was with him (logic that satisfied my little girl), and I calmed enough to take some (very blurry) pictures. It was an experience for sure. By the time I was used to it and felt silly for my terror, the ride was sadly over.

We finished walking to the other end, and by then, I was ready to be transported to the car and to warm clothes and food. But we had to walk back. And right at the exit was the now closed Carousel.

I may have thrown a minor temper tantrum... lol.

Daddy got a hold of me quickly, and said he was sorry for not looking at the sign with the hours like I'd asked him to, and we got back to the car.

Half an hour of very frustrating restaurant searches and frantic calls to places trying to get a reservation later, we had reservations at Da Pastore, an Italian Restaurant in Beverly Hills. We luckily were able to swing by the hotel and I did my final costume change (of which there are no pictures because I was too damn tired to take anymore), and I don't think I've ever been so happy to put on a pair of leggings before. I hadn't realized how damp I'd gotten and that that was why I was so cold, but changing felt very nice.

Dinner was low-key. We were tired, and we went to sleep pretty soon after getting home. After some play of course. I'd been a good girl all day. And good girls get rewards... :)

TBC

xoxo

Princess Kelley

LA 2014 Part 2

Hey Team,

The saga continues!

Saturday morning I woke up at about 6 AM. Let me repeat that, because it merits repeating. I, Princess Kelley May, woke up at 6 AM. On my own. No alarm, no Daddy fussing at me. I woke up.

And damn if that wasn't a nice morning to wake up to. I got sleepy cuddles, spooning, and mischief. I got to be super submissive, and Daddy put my collar on me, taking control, and never giving it back. We also might have done some new sexy things we hadn't done before (Daddy had made some joke the night before about thighs being the perfect ear warmers that I quipped we could try...) that was very exciting (that I suddenly feel shy about telling the details of though the details are what make that story so amazing!).

An hour and a half of spanks, orgasms, and cuddles later, it wasn't even 8! We were barely behind schedule. My morning routine got us a bit farther behind, but Daddy was very strict with me about not getting frustrated.

I have this bad habit (always have) about letting myself get frustrated and upset over little things, and letting those feelings grow and ruin other nice things. For example, sometimes I can't enjoy the time he and I have together because I'll feel like I wasted half an hour somewhere along the way, or that we aren't using the time perfectly. That everything isn't perfect. And those feelings grow into ick, and start fights. So Daddy seems to have figured this out now, and just wasn't going to allow it. I was on, what I like to call, a short leash. Or as Daddy says, no leash, just his hand hooked in my collar.

If I got out of line, he would grab my hair, or, in the car, squeeze or smack the insides of my thighs. Then if I didn't stop, he'd take my panties from me. If I acted up again, he would make me sit in the car with my dress up or jeans down, legs spread with no panties (*grin*). And if I disobeyed after that? My punishment paddle was in the backseat of the car and he promised I wouldn't like those consequences.

So my protests that we were running late were met with spanks, and the statement that you can't be late on vacation. As long as we were having fun and happy, nothing else mattered. It was that kind of structure that made the day so perfect for me.

We had an amazing breakfast on the top floor of the hotel, looking out on the skyline and the ocean, feeling very Californian. From there we headed out to UCLA. The plan was to drive around campus a bit, drive in the neighborhood, see where I might be living, and then walk around the main part of campus some. In case you didn't know, UCLA is gorgeous!

It felt so good to just get to be out with Daddy, driving around, living life. Thinking about my possible future. Feeling positive, and not nearly as scared about the whole thing as I have been lately. (though let's be clear, I'm still fucking terrified and I haven't even gotten in anywhere- which is its own terror).
So walking around campus was lovely, but I discovered that in the shade it was very pleasant, but in the sun it was sweltering! So I convinced Daddy to let me go back to the hotel to change. The first of 3 costume changes that day, lol. My logic seemed sound though! We were going to go walk the beach later!

Anywho, so we decided to go to the Getty Museum in LA (not the villa in Malibu) because I'm a person who has gone to specific countries just to see one painting. Sadly, Michael was right when he told me the collection was rather lack luster. There was a great moment though when we got inside and Daddy gave me the map to navigate us around and tour guide, but then grabbed my discretely by the hair at my neck, leaned in and whispered "you may be in leading us right now little girl, but don't you forget who is in charge. You don't want to step out of line." Sent the most wonderful of shivers... *grin*
We had reservations at the very nice restaurant there, and the view was great! But I brilliantly suggested we eat outside in the gorgeous weather. It wasn't so gorgeous in my dress, in the shade, when the wind picked up! I even turned down desert I was so cold. But Daddy let me have a very yummy glass of wine, and the company couldn't be better, so I was a happy girl.

After we walked around the gardens some, before heading out again. (I have pretty photos of us, but I don't think Daddy is going to let me share them.)

We decided to head down to Venice Beach because I had never been, and it seemed like fun! But of course, I had to go back to the hotel to grab jeans for when it got dark, realizing how effing cold it was in the shade! Lol, I may have gotten myself a bit spanked for that one.

We drove down, stopped at a CVS (which shouldn't be worth noting, but I just remember at that moment being so stupidly happy and more relaxed than I'd been in so long...) and then finally got to Venice by about 4. I was astonished how much you can get done when you get up so early! Lol, but I was still fighting for every moment of sunshine.

Daddy and I had discussed me getting to wear my collar on the beach, and that was one of the most wonderful experiences I've had. Getting to so publicly be his like that. Just having fun, enjoying the street performers, skateboarders, colorful characters, and the gorgeous beach at sunset... it really doesn't get much better.

I love our shadows here. :)

S&K. There's something about a beach sunset that makes a girl extra romantic. This by the way was my first trip with a partner ever.

After we watched the sun set, we went shopping down the boardwalk. Daddy bought be a pretty pair of earrings from a lady who wonderfully asked if he was my father when I called him Daddy. I loved being able to laugh and say "no" as he said "some days" and finish with "I'm wearing a collar and call him daddy..." that look was priceless... :) I also got a fantastic pair of faux leather pants (see picture) for $17! Win!

After it got dark though, I wasn't in love. It got a bit too sketchy for my tastes, and we headed out (not before I got bent over a phone booth and swatted for throwing a temper tantrum) towards the Santa Monica pier....

TBC

xoxo
Princess Kelley