Master used the abandoned cane for the first time. And I liked it! Can you believe it?

I don't really know what else to say. Toward the end He started hitting me harder and I started to hate it. But my cunt just continued to get wetter. Cause when I hate it is when I love it most.

He said something like “I bet the old owner used this to beat his wife with. Keep her in line.” For some reason, He really likes that notion.

It's fun to wonder about that old cane. To wonder who it belonged to, what they did with it. Sometimes I find myself feeling guilty. What if some fetishist went there to do a photo shoot and left it behind? And they planned on going back and retrieving it? Finders keepers? Somehow I think they'd feel differently.

Buuuut it's too late now. I am not going back and returning it. I might go back. But the cane will stay in Master's possession unless He decides otherwise. Especially since I love it so much! Sorry friendly kinkster. It's mine now!

Is that wrong? Lol...

Not really... I just needed a title and liked that quote.

The other day Master said to me “It's like you've forgotten everything I taught you.”

Immediately, I started making associations (in my mind... can't put ideas in His head, you know?) between the change in my behavior and the job. But in reality, these changes have been there since before I took on a management position. I've not gotten better or worse since then. I've just sort of hung in limbo.

...ignorance can be fixed." Don Wood

So this little foray into kitchen management isn't going so well. My second in command is fucking up royally. Three minutes into arriving at work this morning I wanted to hang myself. An hour later, I realized that, knowing my luck, if I hang myself I'll screw up and not only will I have to recover from a broken neck and attempted death by self-asphyxiation, but the kitchen will be in even larger shambles (and not run by me) when I get back and Master would kick my ass. Then I'm in even bigger trouble than when I started.

“I used to believe in us.”

“Pardon me?” He lifted his head up to check her expression.

She sat there in all her sensual glory wearing a white tank top and white cotton undies. One foot rested flat on the seat of the chair, her chin laying on the knee. “We were going to be big! The whole world was going to look up to us. I wasn't sure how or why. But it was going to happen.”

“Oh.” He rolled his eyes and turned back to his paper.

“You're not listening to me.”

“Yes, dear. Big. We were gonna be huge.”