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Less than two hours??!?

December 15th, 2006 Comments off

Master has this horrible habit of leaving His coffee cups (one of which used to be mine. It even still has the little “s” on the bottom so we can tell the difference) in the truck when He gets home. And I have the horrible habit of leaving them on the table or counter once they’ve actually come in the house to avoid having to look inside. Usually, this results in some watery separation of coffee and milk. Today it was syrup. Just…ew.

My parents are going to be here today. I’m half tempted to tell them they’re not allowed inside my house. It’s not that it’s dirty, really. Well…the bathroom and the kitchen need some serious help. I’d like to blame that on work, but only the kitchen is work’s fault. The bathroom, I’m ashamed to say, is because I have serious aversions to cleaning a bathroom that a man uses without gloves. But I have gloves now. I brought some home from work. So I suppose I’ll throw those one before I clean it.

I had today all planned out. First things first, towels and throw rugs in the washer. I don’t know what it is about the bathroom rugs. It doesn’t matter whether Master and I take our shoes off when we get home or not, whether we never walk through anything even remotely dirty, whether Master has to pee a hundred times a night and doesn’t turn the bathroom light on for fear of waking Himself up more than necessary, whatever. I still have to wash them at least once a week. Maybe it’s just because they’re such a light color? Who knows? So I did that while He was getting ready and I sprayed down the ceiling with Tilex because even when we leave the window open when we shower it mildews. Stupid low ventilation bathroom. Read more…

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Let the punishment fit the crime

December 14th, 2006 No comments

So I told you about the transgression. Time to tell you
about the punishment. Blah itâ??s so embarrassing.

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Even a glass of water??

December 13th, 2006 No comments

I said something on IRC the other day about my new â??ask for
everythingâ? rule and I didnâ??t really go into detail. The more I think about it,
the more I want to.

My new â??ask for everythingâ? rule really throws my mind for a
loop. Before I was required to ask permission to go to the bathroom (â??If you
have to piss, you better ask first!�), I would go fifty times a day. It was
something I used to fill my day. Nothing better to do, bored, not interested in
staring at an empty channel devoid of conversation? Go to the bathroom!! â??Master,
I gotta peeâ?¦ brbâ? and off Iâ??d go. Granted it only takes a minute or two, but a
minute or two break from the unmoving IRC screen was really all I needed.

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Big Rule Broken

December 13th, 2006 No comments

Yesterday wasnâ??t anywhere near as bad as it could have been
and it makes me feel all the worse about what I did. I donâ??t know whether there
is more to come or not and I canâ??t decide whether I hope there is or isnâ??t.

I broke a rule. A really big rule. And I know itâ??s not
always good to categorize rules. No rule should be broken. But the fact remains
that there are really big rules and not so big rules.

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Mood Killer

December 11th, 2006 No comments

Nothing huge happened. I realized I'd gotten the days and
dates mixed up this week. I thought today was the tenth making Wednesday the twelfth.
The twelfth I need to work the afternoon because of a commitment Master has and
wants His slave to attend as well. I thought my work schedule was fine. I
thought Wednesday was the twelfth and I work five to nine Wednesday.

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Play Time

December 11th, 2006 Comments off

Master played with me last night! Wowowowowowow! Not a full out scene but yummy nonetheless.  I want more! God, I’m a greedy slut.

Anyway, sooo! We came home and I changed the water and the filter cartridge in my fish tank and let the new Plecostomus float on the surface in his little bag, and I was sitting in a chair when Master said, “Get your clothes off, bitch.”

Now, I hear tell all the time of dominants who have “tones” and “ways of talking” that let their submissive know it’s play time or it’s at the very least time to be dom/sub (Yes, I am being lazy and using abbreviations today.  Sue me.).  Master doesn’t have that.  He calls me whatever He wants whenever He wants.  And His tone is always the same.  He gets slightly meaner when He wants to play but by then it’s already too late to brace myself for whatever’s coming because it’s already here.

So He gave me a few things to do and last on my list was to bring Him the alligator clamps.  I got excited. He hasn’t clamped my nipples in ages.  So I bounded off to do the things He told me to and then met Him in the living room with the clamps balled up in my fist.  I stood behind the couch and He said, “Get your nipples hard, cunt.”  And I stared at the back of His head for a second.  He didn’t even turn around to make sure I was doing it.  It’s like He knew I would.

I sat the clamps on the back of the couch so my hands were free and I played with my nipples for a while to get them hard.  Damn if they weren’t resistant.  They just did not want to get hard.  And then He called me to Him.  I picked up the clamps and walked around to the front of the couch.  I held out my hand and He took them and put them on my nipples.  Yeeeouch! Instant pain.  And instant wet pussy.

For some reason, I get pouty when my nipples are clamped.  I go quiet and all I can concentrate on is the pain.  These sharp little bites on the ends of my nipples sending little shocks of “Touch me!” through my body and pulses of “Fuck me!” through my pussy.  My clit twitches like crazy and I just want to rub it until it falls off.

And then they come off.  And I want to cut them off and sew that hole that always gets me into these predicaments shut.  Until they’re no longer in soul-shocking pain and are only in that dull ache that is oh so yummy.  And then I’m back to the “Fuck me!” stage.

He took the clamps off while we waited for dinner to be done and made me lick and kiss His legs. Before dinner’s timer went off, He sent me on my way to the bedroom in search of the slut paddle. It took me a few minutes to find it. At first glance it didn’t appear to be where I’d left it.

Somehow, I have to finish this when I’m totally not interested anymore.

I got the paddle, laid on the bed with my legs spread as instructed, and waited. When He came in, He beat my pussy and then fucked me. Later that night, He fucked me again. First, though, He fingered my pussy and made me lick His fingers clean, then fingered my ass and made me lick His fingers clean. That last was out of character for both of us. Not sure if it’ll happen again… though, thankfully, it wasn’t a bad experience.

Anyway, I’m gonna go cry quietly to myself while I get ready for work.  I’m not in the mood to relay what happened.  Maybe I will later.

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