There was once a hunter who owned many acres of woods in the mountains. He lived in the middle of his land, with a gate and fence surrounding an acre or two and his modest house. Every day, he’d go into the woods and take home whatever the land gave him for dinner – rabbit, berries, wild dandelion – even a bear once. He loved living in relative solitude, with the earth.

One day while he was hunting, a beautiful doe appeared in the clearing. He raised his gun, but she looked right at him, unafraid, just barely lost her fawn spots. The hunter knew that the meat from this animal would last him a long time, but he couldn’t bring himself to shoot her. He lowered his gun and watched her bound off into the forest.

The next day, the doe appeared to him again, and once again he was compelled to lower his gun. He tried hunting in another part of the woods, but it seemed as though the doe followed him, growing tamer with each passing day. One day, she followed him back to his home, and even nervously stepped inside the gate for a moment before running off again.

The hunter enjoyed many beautiful days in the woods that year, exploring the streams and valleys, and always with the doe not far from his side. Soon, she was bedding inside his gate, seemingly drawn to be near the hunter. He found himself spending more and more time in the woods, even when work needed to be done around his house, just to be near her.

One night, the hunter closed the gate behind him when he came in for the night, trapping the doe inside. She was confused for a moment, and pawed the ground, but ultimately settled in to sleep in her normal spot. The hunter’s heart raced at the thought of possessing such a beautiful, wild creature, and at how willing she was to be possessed by him.

The hunter began building a large cage right next to his house. He filled the cage with tree boughs to make a soft bedding, and filled an old cattle trough with water. After getting used to being inside the gate for a few months, the doe slowly became more and more tame to the hunter, and before long, she allowed him to lead her on a collar into the cage. She panicked momentarily when he shut the door behind her, but looked into the hunter’s eyes and trusted him.

And then, in a second, things were no longer beautiful.

The hunter began to resent the doe and the large part of his life she had engulfed. He could see her dying in the cage, growing weaker, but was terrified to set her free, because as weary as he grew of her, he also loved her.

One day, the hunter couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. How she must hate him! How she must be growing to hate herself and want to die in that cage! So, he led her into the bed of his pick-up truck, and with her lying down, the two drove far into the woods, farther away than the hunter had traveled in a long, long time. The woods here were different, thicker, but still very beautiful and perfect for deer and other animals. The hunter stopped the truck and led her into the woods where he removed the collar.

“You are free, my love. You are free to be beautiful once again.”

The hunter drove away and soon the sound of the truck’s engine disappeared completely. The doe sat down and let her head sink to the forest floor.

She hadn’t wanted to be free.

She hadn’t hated him.

She had just wanted to explore the woods with him once again, to see the beautiful world together. He had never needed the cage or even the gate, because she was his in her heart, and that’s more powerful than any lock and key.

And she sat there for days, just missing the hunter and wanting to be his again.

But the story has a happy ending, it does. Because one day the hunter came back, not to find the doe again, but just on a lark, stopped as he was passing through. There she was, unmistakably, his doe in the clearing, healthy and beautiful as when he first met her. She looked at him, the love still, always, in her eyes, and they forgave one another.

So is there a future for the hunter and the doe? It actually doesn’t matter, because either way, the ending is happy.

Until I’m up for posting again…

Note: You don’t need to actually masturbate or play with someone to review these cuffs, so I thought it would fill the void a little while I’m sick and not able to review more fun sex toys or write fantasies well. Enjoy!

I’m skeptical of anything pink.

I’m skeptical of anything furry.

I’m skeptical of a company that uses spellings like “Grrl” and “Toyz”.

So when Twisted Miss offered to send me Naughty Grrl Toyz Pink Plush Cuffs, I agreed to review, but I didn’t have a lot of hope for liking the product. They just seemed liked they’d be a silly, vanilla rendition of what someone into BDSM would really want from restraints.

I even remarked to a friend, sarcastically, that I was sure these would be super fun to use.

Allow me to open wide and eat my words. Every last, humbled spoonful.

Yes, the cuffs are pink. Yes, the cuffs are furry. Yes, the company that makes them uses retarded ways of spelling certain words. But you know what? I’ll be damned if these aren’t comfortable, strong, pretty cuffs.

First, let me address the fur. It’s fake. Let me address the leather. It’s fake, too. So, animal lovers, rejoice. Of course, that does mean that the quality isn’t quite what you’d get with real leather, but you’d also pay out the ass for pink leather cuffs like these, and I don’t know about you, but I’m on a budget.

Also, Naught Grrl Toyz is part of Topco Sales, which has started a process to go green. I like that. It makes me feel good about recommending their products. If you love the pink look, Twisted Miss has an entire line of Naught Grrl Toyz that you can buy, including a Pink Plush Erotic Whip and a Pink Plush Blindfold Mask.

But back to the cuffs. There are actually two sizes – cuffs for ankles and cuffs for wrists. Make sure you order the right ones. The cuffs for your wrists are smaller and have a 6-inch chain connecting them, while the cuffs for your ankles are larger and have a 22-inch chain connecting them. In both cases, you can remove the chain, so you’re left with just cuffs.

In terms of size…if you have big wrists, you might want to go for two sets of ankles instead. My wrists are on the bigger size of average, and I can see how some people with extremely large wrists may have a problem.

On the other hand, the ankle version seem to be very size- friendly, so I don’t think you’d have a problem there. If they’re too big for your wrists it would be easy enough to punch an extra hole for the buckle to make them a little smaller. Personally, I think two sets of the ankle cuffs is the way to go unless you have tiny wrists.

The chain that connects the cuffs (for both ankles and wrists) is NOT designed to hold any kind of weight. To be honest, I could see the links snapping during really intense play. That’s not to say that the chains are horrible quality – they’re just light. For most of you, that will actually be optimal. If you are a really strong struggler, you could always remove the chains and attach your own or attach rope.

Keep in mind that these cuffs don’t serve as handcuffs unless you switch out the chains. I could easily free myself if I wanted to. But a well-trained sub would never be cheeky enough to do that, right?!? I actually like that feature, to be honest. If you and your play partner are new to bondage, it’s comforting to know that you do have a little control in case things get out of hand. For a sub who hasn’t known her dom for years and years, it’s important to be safe, and for a vanilla couple, it’s a good introduction into bondage that doesn’t put too much pressure on either person.

So should you buy these cuffs? Well, if you’re a seasoned BDSM couple, you may have outgrown them in terms of bondage restraints in the bedroom, but at the end of the day, they’re still very pretty and feminine. I could definitely see a sub being made to wear these sans chain when out and about or with the chain around the house, just as a reminder of her place. Or his place. Some pink, furry cuffs could be perfect to humble a male sub.

For those new to BDSM or newly in a relationship, this is about as perfect as you’re going to get at this price point. You can definitely spend more on real leather cuffs and higher quality hardware, but I don’t see the point in doing that until you’re in a stable relationship and ready to explore bondage together at a much higher level.

I’m less drugged than last time I attempted writing a post, so thought I’d update you all. Thanks so much for the comments and emails of well wishes. It really makes me smile!

So, the update on my health…well…they don’t know what is wrong, basically. At the moment, the focus is just keeping my pain under control, because apparently I was in so much pain this weekend that, combined with the stress, I almost gave myself a heart attack. Blood pressure keeps spiking really strangely. They don’t really know what’s up, and I don’t like this whole “being a medical experiment” thing. Here, try this. Here, try that. Um…how about a better plan of attack, people, not just a series of shots in the dark?

But for now, I’m trying to listen to doctors and research the meds I take as much as possible before taking them so I can make informed decisions.

They’ve ruled out the three major things that cause the most concern with uncontrollable headaches: aneurism, meningitis, brain tumor. Unless there was a mix up with one of their tests, which I’m sure is highly unlikely. But it’s a little less stressful knowing that there’s no reason to completely panic.

Still, bp that is fluctuating so rapidly from super high to normal to even a little on the low side at one point…that’s not a good thing. It is slowly wearing out my heart, and I can’t stay on pain pills forever to control it. That’s just a temporary solution.

When I came in, apparently, they really, really thought it was a brain aneurism, according to my fam doctor who talked to my ER doctor. Like, to the point where they had a neurosurgeon on standby I guess. Eek. It’s still possible that it was, but just so insignificant that the ct scan missed it (and if it was that small, it will heal itself).

At this point, I’m waiting for my fam doc to call me back because none of the meds he gave me are working. There’s a pretty good chance that I may also have to do a blood patch at the site of the spinal tap they did, which is about as gross as it sounds.

Long story short…nothing sexy is going to be going on here for a little while. I’m ordered on bed rest at the moment, because of the spinal tap problems, and even so, nothing that could raise my bp at all (so no sex or masturbating for sure).

You know what though? I’m not going to let any of this get me down. This is a set back, to be sure, but my life is going in the right direction.

It’s so nice just to hear all of your well wishes, as well as to hear from my family and some of my friends in real life. I’ve always been someone who needs constant confirmation that people care about me, and this experience has shown me to be grateful that people don’t feel the need to say it most of the time. People do care, but if they have this urge to tell me en masse, it means that someone bad has happened, and I don’t want that. I’d rather be healthy.

Love you all, will try to update as I can.

Life happens.

This weekend, life happened for me in the emergency room. Sometimes, life just hands us something to make us slow down I guess.

Lots’o’meds later, I’m at home. Still a little loopy. Def still sick. Sleepy all the time, but at the moment unable to sleep since I’ve been sleeping off and on for about 40 hours now. Sleep will come again soon though, and be welcome when it does. My brain hurts. Needs more resting.

CT scan looks good. And no meningitis. So for now, I’m ok. No brain bleeds they can find, and no tumors or other major problems. It’s a good thing. Spinal taps suuuuuck. Hospitals are sad. And scary. And loud.

My BFF stayed with me all day, even when I told him to go home. It made me less sad and scared. It was still really fucking loud though. I’m sorry for throwing up in his car. That was gross. Thank god for the random plastic bag in his backseat.

Also sorry for randomly throwing up in front of the cute nurse. No dignity in hospitals, I suppose. He rubbed my back though, that was nice. It makes throwing up not quite so bad when someone is there to rub your back, even if it is a stranger.

I know D would have been there as well if he had the money to hop on a plane. He’s been checking in regularly. It also makes me less sad and scared.

Owwww…earlier my head was doing better. Not so much anymore. Owwwwwwwww.

More doctor tomorrow. Happy thoughts are appreciated.

Love you all, Rori