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November 3rd, 2007

The day sucked. The evening was better. The sex was incredible.

We went to bed horny night before last and woke up horny yesterday morning. I don’t remember much of Thursday night. I was utterly wasted. I was used but I was so useless that Master had to go clean Himself up (usually my job). It’s funny how when He mentioned fucking me the first question I asked was “Was I wet?” then “Did you enjoy it?” and finally “How’d you clean up?” The last was really just because I remember barely being able to stumble onto the bed and couldn’t fathom being able to walk from the bedroom to the bathroom, stand in place long enough to wet a washcloth, then walk back to the bedroom, clean Him up, then back to the bathroom to clean myself up and put the washcloth in the washing machine and finally back to the bedroom again.

He likes it when I’m wasted. I can’t resist and I can’t always participate so it’s as close to rape as we can get seeing as I always want Him to fuck me. Although, we must never forget the nights I’ve woken up completely disoriented and tried to fight Him off not knowing who it was that was trying to use me. I love that after attempting (and failing) to get me to wake up enough to realize who He was He just kept on using me until I realized on my own. Sort of removes any question of whether or not He would take me, His property, whether I want Him to or not.

Yesterday I had a mandatory meeting at work. I always thought mandatory meant mandatory but the weekend PCAs didn’t even know about it (I wasn’t told until Thursday) and there were a few people who just didn’t bother showing up. Yet I got a dirty look when I told the stand in administrator that I wouldn’t be able to make it every Friday. Fridays are the only days I get to go out to eat with Master (even though we always have a tag-along) and Master is not willing to give up His lunches with me for a job He doesn’t want me to have in the first place.

I went to the meeting with my ass plugged. Master had said earlier in conversation, “I think I’ll send you to your meeting with your ass plugged today.” He never said whether or not He’d made up His mind and I didn’t think to ask Him until it was too late. So I stuffed the plug in my ass just before hurrying out the door and winced with each step as I rushed off to my meeting. My butt just did not want to accept it. It took about ten minutes and a lot of water, spit and pussy juice (We seriously need to get some lube in this house – and because we seriously need some lube in this house, I just signed up for a free sample of Astroglide.) to get the damn thing in.

The topic was what to do in the event of an emergency and the stand in administrator was appalled that I’ve been there eight months and have never even been told how to conduct a fire drill. She asked who trained me for the kitchen, in front of my boss, and I said, “No one.” My boss is a little peeved but I was not going to lie and cover her ass. Especially after being told she’s telling the new staff that I’m a backstabber and a slacker.

Needless to say, with a mostly new staff and a few staff members who also had never been taught the emergency plan, we failed the fire drill. I didn’t know firefighters got so pissed off about this stuff. The one who was there first went white and began to sweat watching us, then slowly got all red in the face and told C (the stand in administrator) that they seriously needed to have a talk and the fire chief would like to meet with her. We now have to write up a new emergency plan, get it approved and retrain (or train, as the case may be) everyone who works at the mansion. Sounds fun, right?

So when I got home, Master asked if I’d plugged my ass before I left feeling sure He’d said specifically to do so. I told Him I had but pointed out that He’d said maybe. He told me that I was a good girl and I beamed from ear to ear and reread that line about twenty times. He explained that, in His mind, doing what He’d expressed an interest in me doing even though I thought He never actually gave the order was cause for praise where as obedience was not because obedience should be something I do without thought. Doing what one is supposed to do isn’t cause for praise… going beyond what one is supposed to do, on the other hand, is.

Naturally, when He got home I was horny as hell and He was too. I was ordered to strip and get on the floor to lick His legs and feet. It didn’t last long. Soon after He sent me to the bathroom to take the plug out and then back to the floor to suckle at His feet. Not long after that, as I began to position myself between His legs, He sent me to the bedroom.

“Get my cock nice and hard, little bitch.”

And I stroked and licked and sucked.

“Get your cunt on my cock, whore.”

And I straddled Him, sliding my dripping pussy onto His dick. We fucked forever. And He pinched and clawed and slapped and punched. Through the pain in my hips, I bounced and gyrated. Though my hands were falling asleep with the effort of holding myself up, I rode Him hard and long.

And for the first time in a long time, I couldn’t bring myself to look at Him. I didn’t watch His face for those expressions of pleasure and lust. I didn’t stare in awe of the animalistic snarl He gets when He inflicts pain on my body. I felt humble and embarrassed at the words that spewed from His mouth. I felt owned and small from the torments He subjected me to. And instead of watching His face for His pleasure, I avoided His stare and listened to His breathing. I was attentive to the way His cock swelled and His hips thrust to meet mine.

And when He asked what I wanted (“What do you want, cunt?”), the words that rushed passed my lips took me by surprise. “To please you, Master!” And when He asked me later (“What does the cunt want?”), the same words forced themselves to spew forward. And I thought, “Hey… maybe I am a slave after all.”

He ordered me to my back, which took me by surprise. Usually He’s content to cum while I ride Him. Last night He had different plans. I whimpered when He pushed my legs up and apart, the grating pain in my hips almost too much for me to bear, and, after only a moment’s hesitation, I relaxed my thigh muscles to allow Him to position me as He wanted me. He crushed my tits beneath His weight grabbing each in a hand and grinding them to my chest. And then as He slammed into me with incredible strength, He demanded I play with my clit.

It took me a while to cum. My muscles were ready to give up from contracting and relaxing to milk His cock just the way He likes it. And the more I squeezed, the more His dick expanded making it harder to contract my muscles in just the right way to make cumming feel so good. But finally I exploded all over Him and He snatched my hands away, I think to keep me from protecting my now oversensitive clitoris, and pinned my wrists to the bed.

I squirmed beneath Him trying to pull off His cock just enough to protect my clit but it was impossible and my moans of pleasure threatened to become screams just as He finished cumming inside of me.

He laughed as He wiggled more. “What’s wrong, cunt?”

My hands were free and I slapped them to His shoulders trying to push Him off of me. “It’s too sensitive. Daddy, You have to stop! Please??!?” and He, naturally, ground against my clit some more. The sheer pleasure of Him pulling out almost made me cum again.

I went to bed inebriated again, but we were both pretty tired. He saved using me again until this morning. And He fucked forever then too. I smell like a well-used whore. I’m so glad I’ve found a man who knows how to fuck me. Painless missionary sex gets boring after a while!

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