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Three Days Full

June 28th, 2007


Afterward, He sent me for the knotty cat and ordered me back
to my hands and knees on the floor. He made it clear that I wasnâ??t getting the
cat for any reason other than He felt like hurting His bitch and I cried. It
was much harder to hold position with the cat than the flogger but I managed,
mostly. He made me lick His feet while He beat me. All I kept envisioning is
one of the tails catching my cunt or my clit (owie!) so I tried to keep my legs
close together.



Blogging yesterday just wasnâ??t in the stars. Master stayed
home to wait for his nurse (who didnâ??t show up for the second day), which makes
it very difficult for me to eek out any more than whatâ??s expected of me. Time
constraints and such… So without further ado, whatâ??s been going on.


Monday, the neighbors left. I must admit Iâ??m slightly
disappointed because they waited until I had a job and couldnâ??t hide from the
world for a week or so after they left. That leaves clothes-covered body parts
as the only parts Master can bruise. I suppose thatâ??s a lot of skin surface to
play with, however.

Monday night, we started in the usual way. He ordered me to
the floor to lick and kiss His legs and feet. As I licked and kissed, He told
me again and again what I am to Him, to anyone He chooses. And then, He did
something that made me blush from head to toe. He ordered me to bark like a
dog.


Bark like a dog? Are you kidding me? Uh uh. Not this little
grey duck. And so, I continued to lick and kiss His feet trying to pretend I didnâ??t
hear Him. He hit me. And repeated the order. And still, I balked. Finally,
after being hit again and kicked, I barked. It wasnâ??t very loud or realistic or
doglikeâ?¦ but I barked. And I battled tears of humiliation. He put His foot on
me, like a footstool, and thenâ?¦ He wanted it again. I was mortified but the
second time there was no hesitation.


He sent me to the bedroom to get on all fours and wait for
Him. He grabbed the cane and climbed onto the bed behind me. As soon as He
mentioned it, I began to whimper. I knew it was a possibility. I hoped it was
one Heâ??d build up to. And I walked away realizing He still hadnâ??t given me the
full, brunt force of His sadism. Somewhere in all this I feel like I should be
ashamed. Ashamed that I can barely take what He does give. Ashamed that Iâ??ll
never be able to take the reality of all of it.


I donâ??t remember how many blows the first bit was. I
remember Him asking, as He fucked me, if I wanted more. I sobbed into the
pillow unable to answer. And then, He made me beg for it. Made me vocalize a
plea I wasnâ??t sure I felt to be beaten. And I begged.


â??Master, please.â?


Please, what, bitch?�


â??Please, Masterâ?¦â? I paused, choking on the words. â??Please,
Master, beat me.�


He rained a number of blows on my ass and back and thighs
and I sobbed and tensed. My pussy clenched and gripped His cock and that only encouraged
Him. He fucked me hard and long. My body couldnâ??t decide whether to cry out in
pain or in ecstasy. And then it was both and I loved it. I still cried. It
hurts, damn it! But my god! It hurts so damn good.


Tuesday was the promised flogging. He did it just before I
had to go to work so it wasnâ??t very long. Though Iâ??m sure He could have flogged
me until His arm fell off and I would still feel like it wasnâ??t long enough. I
was horny as hell all day during work and glad to come home and take care of
Him.


Heâ??s found a position I can mostly hold. On all fours on the
floor I barely move. I squirm a bit and I tense and sometimes I lean forward. I
clench and unclench my fists, claw at the carpet.
But I donâ??t try to crawl away, donâ??t jump out
of the way of the blows. He noticed this and used it again yesterday.


After a long day at work of realizing that Iâ??m a complete
mess when T (boss) is there and almost perfectly fine when she leaves, I got
home and we decided what to eat and what to do. We watched some TV shows weâ??d
wanted to catch up on and at some point He told me to come sit on the floor
beside Him. I love sitting on the floor beside Him but I seriously need to find
a way to sit that doesnâ??t break my back or hurt my tailbone. Our floors are
hard! I especially love sitting on the floor beside Him when He puts His feet
in my lap, makes me massage them and/or His legs, gropes my tits every now and
again, sometimes idly, sometimes with malicious intent. And I love when He
orders me to the floor beside Him because it means He wants me near Him. I love
being wanted.


During one of the shows, the pain in my back was too much to
bear so I laid down on my stomach in front of Him with my legs spread. He ran
His toes and feet over my ass and pussy and I tried to spread my legs wider so
I could get closer and give Him better access. He also rested His feet on my
ass and the backs of my legs a lot. Thereâ??s something about Him putting His
feet on me that reallyâ?¦ sends a message. I like the way it makes me feel.


Afterward, He sent me for the knotty cat and ordered me back
to my hands and knees on the floor. He made it clear that I wasnâ??t getting the
cat for any reason other than He felt like hurting His bitch and I cried. It
was much harder to hold position with the cat than the flogger but I managed,
mostly. He made me lick His feet while He beat me. All I kept envisioning is
one of the tails catching my cunt or my clit (owie!) so I tried to keep my legs
close together.


When He was finished, He sent me to the bedroom and I licked
and kissed His back and legs and ass. I cried a lot and I fought a lot of
emotion and finally I surrendered to everything that was going through my mind.
Itâ??s a beautiful thing, surrender. Even when you try to talk to someone about
it and they arenâ??t interested.

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