Archive for March, 2008

Stereotypical Women

March 31st, 2008 No comments

I know I’m always talking about kaya. Kaya this and kaya that and… If I’m to be honest, I have to say when my schedule is so tight that I really can only read a couple of blogs, hers is the first I go to. Mainly because she often seems to parrot back things that are floating around in my own head.

She’s been debating something that… well, the response really pisses me off and I really hate the fact that people are always making her feel like she has to defend her opinions. Sometimes I get bummed out by the fact that we don’t get very many comments, but the more I watch her comment section (which I used to ignore for this very reason) the happier I am that we don’t. People… are ridiculous.

I stole the questions month idea from kaya (Have I said that yet? I forget.) and one of the questions she was asked is, “How do you feel about having a female president?” (There was probably more to it… damn her readers are long-winded!) As usual, she basically said, word for word, how I feel (I swear we have the same brain… most of the time), after joking about PMS causing a monthly war. The response was wholly disheartening. You can’t even have an opinion anymore without being battered to smithereens over it.

The thing, however, that irritated me the most and made me decide to dedicate a post to it instead of continuing the war I wanted to wage on her page was the person blaming kaya and people like her (iow, me, though I’m sure the person has no idea who I even am) for the misogynistic males they deal with in their day to day life. She (the commenter) said that if it wasn’t for people like us she wouldn’t have to constantly deal with people choosing to deal with her husband (who is also her business partner) over her at work even though he constantly tells them that she is the expert in the areas they’re asking about.

To that, I say, “Honey… that’s your hang up.” If people are taking you as anything less than a strong, confident, intelligent woman, maybe you’re the cause. Not some chick on a blog that they’ve probably never read. Show them that you’re a strong, confident, intelligent woman and they’ll treat you as such. Or take their business elsewhere. But hey… if they want to deal with the stereotypical woman instead, that’s their choice, eh?

I don’t know what kind of business she runs. I’m not sure it makes much difference though. A customer is a customer is a customer. And they all respond to the same things. Confidence in yourself and your product, knowledge of your product, and treating them as if they’re on your level (when it comes to what you’re selling) even if they’re no where close.

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Face Fuck

March 29th, 2008 No comments

Okay, so I’m back. He’s determined to give me tons to talk about today!

There I was, just sitting in my chair, reading the news and minding my own business when suddenly a rather large cock was plopped on my shoulder. I looked down at it and said, “Hello.”

Imagine my surprise when it responded in its tiny voice, “Hello.”

I grinned up at Master and then He held His cock to my lips. I began to lick at the tip before sucking the entire thing into my mouth. Then He grasped a fistful of hair and began to violently fuck my face. He unzipped my zippered hoodie and took a handful of tit in His other hand while His hips thrust toward my mouth over and over. After what seemed like ages, I turned toward Him and He told me to get on my knees. He stripped me to the waist quickly while I sucked Him off.

He fucked my mouth while I remained on my knees allowing myself to be His masturbation toy. Eventually, I knelt up and held my tits around His cock as He fucked them slow and gentle, then fast and hard. He told me to put His cock back in my mouth and as I sucked He slapped my face. It’s always a struggle to keep from attempting to grit my teeth as I do when His cock isn’t in my mouth so they don’t knock together and still keep from my teeth slamming closed on His hard dick. Finally, He came in my mouth and I held it in my mouth a moment, relishing the taste of Him, before swallowing it down.

Last night He suggested that I suck His cock so He could cum on my ice cream but relented when I noted that it would melt by the time He got off. I don’t know if that speaks to His amazing stamina or my poor sucking skills. I hope the former!

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March 29th, 2008 No comments

I asked Master what I should write about and He said “Pussy.” Since I already did that, sort of, I guess I gotta find something else to write about.

First, for my readers from Slave Farm… I might be away for a while. It’s a long story and one I’m not ready to discuss so I’ll just say it’s not you… It’s me. It’s been real and it’s been fun but it hasn’t always been real fun :/ I’ll be back. I just don’t know when.

My period’s coming and with it has come the ugly cunt that I can be for weeks at a time depending on my particular cycle for that month. If I hadn’t already been diagnosed with severe PMS and it didn’t always hover around the time of my period, I would be disgusted with myself for using that excuse. But it’s not making reconnection particularly easy. Today, however, I’m in an awesome mood and I’m hoping to keep it.

Master’s more than keeping to His side of the bargain and I’m a pretty happy cunt these days. Almost every day there is some form of S&M and a whole shit load of M/s. He’s developed a particularly enjoyable ritual of ordering me to my knees with my face on His feet. It’s impossible to not remember your place when you’re on the floor with your cheek resting on the soft leather of a man’s shoe. And while not all of the times have been when I was getting dangerously close to crossing lines, most of them have been instrumental in snapping me back to where I am supposed to be.

We’re finding areas that I really just never learned anything in, even basic protocols I should be following from childhood conditioning, and He’s working on ways to teach them to me. Things as simple as not turning into a raving, psychotic bitch when someone hurts my feelings. I have an extremely difficult time separating things like sadness, fear, illness, etc. from anger. And my anger rages hotter than a thousand hells.

We’re getting there. And I’m enjoying the journey again. Not that it matters if I do. It’s just easier for all parties involved if I am. Not that that matters, either.

I’ve got the next four days off and I plan on at least trying to suck up some R&R. My body is screaming for me to slow down but working and being a slave doesn’t allow for it. So I guess it’ll have to get used to it.

That’s all for today, I guess. Have a great weekend 🙂

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Pussy Whipping and Fucking

March 27th, 2008 No comments

Last night was amazing. Master made me find the slut paddle so He could beat my pussy and ended up beating everything else as well. He fucked me on my back and beat my tits while I cried. Then He fucked me from behind and beat my ass and back while I sobbed and asked for more. Then finally, I rode Him hard and fast while He beat my ass and thighs. I was in heaven.

Not long after… ten minutes maybe?… He came in with the original intention of teasing me. I was laying down covered up waiting for Him to come get in bed and He laid on top of me and kissed me while He pulled my hair and rubbed His cock against my pussy through the blankets. I smiled as I realized He was teasing Himself as well and was ecstatic when He pulled the blanket off of me and thrust His cock back into my cunt. My pussy was still sore and each stroke felt like fire but that only added to the enjoyment.

Today, I’ve started my third thirteen hour day and am home for lunch listening to Him talk to work and watching as the clock speeds toward 9:30 (when I have to go back). The state and the big boss will be there most of the day. Probably when I get back. And the state was there yesterday. What a hectic week.

Ah well. I’m the happiest slave alive today 🙂

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When she’s smiling…

March 27th, 2008 No comments

I’m such a spoiled cunt. Master saved me the last two bites of His triple chocolate cheesecake. And at the end of my second thirteen hour day in a row, life is good.
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Not About You.

March 25th, 2008 Comments off

I know I said I wouldn’t talk about it anymore but Master says people are… I don’t know… ignoring key parts of my entries? They’ve gotta be.  Because I’ve reread them and I outright said, “We’re working through it.” in pretty much every one.

We were never almost broken up.  Breaking up entirely never entered into the equation.  We only considered doing away with BDSM.  Doing away with Him being the Master and me being the slave.  And we decided to give it another go instead.  The situation and our decisions had nothing to do with anyone but ourselves.  No one we talk to or don’t talk to or read or don’t read or listen to or don’t listen to or whatever factored into the equation at all.

Man some people…

That’s something that has always bothered me about people.  All kinds of people.  Vanilla people, BDSM people, Gorean people, etc.  You get into an argument with your SO and the only logical reason they can come up with is it must be because you’re affiliated with them? When did my relationship become about you? When did my life and how I live it become about you?

Even if I had a sister or brother slave, I’d expect any altercations (though hopefully they will be few and far between from now on) between Master and me to be about and between Master and me and not the other slave.  Just as I would expect any altercations between Master and the other slave to be about and between Master and the other slave and not me.

While we’re all theoretically one big happy family, our relationships with each other are separate animals in my mind.  I shouldn’t be mad at them because they pissed Master off.  They shouldn’t be mad at me because I pissed Master off.  Master shouldn’t be mad at me because they pissed Him off (unless I had something to do with it) and He shouldn’t be mad at them because I pissed Him off.  And me and the other slave shouldn’t be mad at each other when we’re not getting along with Master.

Anyway… that’s all I really had to say.  It’s 5:32am and I’ve still got a few things to do before I skip off to work at this ungodly hour.  Have a great day 🙂

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