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Another Day, Another Job

April 26th, 2007 No comments

We joke. We turn the radio up and dance. We sing at the top of our
lungs. Songs they're too old to have heard but too young to utterly
dislike them. And commercial jingles. And children's songs. We talk
about their lives before the mansion and they ask about my time away
from the mansion. They like to hear stories about the (clean) things Master and I do together.


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I can’t do it so, logically, neither can anyone else!

April 24th, 2007 No comments


I donâ??t talk about these parts of our life together. Here or
anywhere else. Because to do so I have to sugarcoat them and lie and pretend
that the depth of my slavery isnâ??t real or face the consequences should the
wrong person find out and attempt to â??saveâ? me.

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Virginia Tech

April 19th, 2007 No comments


I didnâ??t know him that well. Iâ??ve probably seen him three
times in all of my twenty-seven years. Itâ??s weird and a little too close for
comfort. What the hell is wrong with this world?

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Babble

April 17th, 2007 No comments


Enough of that. Iâ??m really only prattling on about it
because I have nothing of substance to say. I could talk about fucking some
more. We fucked twice in a row last night. No sooner had I fallen asleep after
the first time then Master was at me the second time. And the things He said to
meâ?¦ talk about yumm.

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Death Visits

April 16th, 2007 No comments

He didn't leave a note. The only pain he complained of was the
incessant pain in his head. He hid the warning signs behind quick wit
and fake smiles. And the pain that lingered just behind his eyes was
difficult to see if you didn't know him.


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For Granted

April 14th, 2007 No comments


I want to be debased and deprived. Denied and dehumanized. I
want to be pushed through all the stages of hell. The ones Master and I know so
well. The whining and begging. The spoiled tantrums. The playacting. The
defiance. I want to be forced through all of it until I break through on the
other side. The side that I know is there but I havenâ??t reached yet. The shiny
new penny that everyone loves so much. The sparkling slave that Master
deserves.


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