A's to Q's, part 1

I so appreciate the questions my blogger friends have asked. I'll take inspiration to write anywhere I can get it  😆.

Roz asked: what is my favorite movie? Favorite childhood memory? Favorite implement?

I have 2 favorite movies, Fantasia and Epic. They are both animated musicals.  I absolutely love animated movies, they make the little hidden deep inside me very happy. While I rarely acknowledge my little, to the point I've never even mentioned her to Musicman, this is one way I indulge her. And while Musicman isn't so interested in the animated movies, he knows how much I enjoy them.  He doesn't question or ridicule, he just watches them with me.

So, favorite implement? Hmmm...I like them all. If I had to pick a favorite, I can narrow it down to 2. I love our flogger. I made it myself many years ago. It's a lovely soft suede with a suede yarn wrapped handle. Depending on how Musicman wields it, it can be soft and soothing, or produce a nice thud and even  quite the sting. I used some of the same suede to cover one side of the magic paddle. That's about a 1/2" wooden paddle that Musicman made shortly after I made the flogger. While I do like the magic paddle, I picked something else for my other favorite.

My other favorite implement is a pair of vibrating nipple clamps. I should explain that Musicman quite enjoys forced orgasms, the more the better is his opinion. This is where the vibrating nipple clamps come into play. He's never used them north of the border so to speak. I highly recommend them.

I saved the hardest question for last, my favorite childhood memory.  Some of you who read when I wrote before probably already know I grew up in a very abusive home.  I won't go into all the details again, but I will say, I'm an incest survivor. The assaults occurred on a very regular basis from the time I was very young, toddler age, until several years after I hit puberty. 

Having said that, I do have a favorite childhood memory. I was 17, I'd just graduated from high school. I was engaged to my high school sweetheart. He was going to college 900 miles away from where we lived. I went with him, though I wasn't going to school. His mom, dad and brother made the road trip with us to get him settled at school.  They got him all settled in, then he left for  a week long orientation camping trip. His family left the same day to go home. 

I found myself in a city where I knew no one. I had no job and no place to live. I did have my boyfriend's car, until he got back, a suitcase full of clothes and $2000.00 dollars in my pocket. I should have been panicked and scared, but I wasn't. That was 36 years ago and I still remember that day like it was yesterday.  I felt joy for the first time in my life. Joy that I had survived, joy that I escaped.  Joy that my abusers could no longer hurt me.  I was finally free.  Probably not what you were expecting. Definitely not a "typical" childhood memory, but still one of the best days of my life.