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Cock Sucking Rocks!

March 10th, 2009 Comments off

So I changed my profile on FetLife and realized it doesn’t make much sense without background. But those who know me will get it… mostly.

Someone took one of my Shel Silverstein poems seriously. The one about rules. That was pretty funny. Shel Silverstein didn’t even take his poem seriously.

She said something like “After reading your profile, I was surprised to see that you’re a slave.” Apparently, slaves aren’t allowed to have a sense of humor. Psh.

Last night was the best sex where my pussy wasn’t touched that I’ve had in a long fucking time. For some bizarre reason, when Master laid His arm over my shoulder with His hand dangling in front of my face I started to lick. Not that it’s a bad thing, mind. I just don’t know why I did it.

It wasn’t long before His hand was on the back of my neck and the blankets were thrown back. After kissing and licking my way down His body, I attached my mouth to His cock with a viciousness that would put Hoover to shame.

He talked to me. I memorized what He said word for word and then repeated it over and over in my head when He told me to cum.

He threatened me. Not outright but the threat was there. Making Him angry would be bad for me. And I wanted to push it. To find out just how bad. But I couldn’t. Pleasing Him was so much hotter than fighting it would have been.

Yeah… the best sex where my pussy wasn’t touched hands down.

Thank you, Master.

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March 9th, 2009 Comments off

Carrie asked:

What’s your favorite position?

Doggy style, hands down. There’s no other position that makes me feel more like a bitch in heat and I so love feeling like a bitch in heat.

Where do you think you’d be if you hadn’t met your master when you did?

That’s a tough one. Judging from my past, though, I’d probably be either in VA bouncing in and out of the same abusive relationship I bounced in and out of for six years prior or living in MD with my mom and trying to help her get out of needing my father’s money to keep her house.

If you guys split up or something happened to him, would you pursue another M/s relationship?

If we split up… That’s hard to say. He is pretty adamant about not releasing me for any reason. I am His slave first and foremost, though we have a romantic relationship as well. If the romantic side of our relationship dies, I will remain His slave just as if the M/s side dies I will remain His wife. If for some reason He decides He wants to be rid of me, He’ll probably find someone to either give me to or sell me to depending on His frame of mind at the time. This is how I would want it to be.

I can’t say what I would do if He just released me. I’ve never really thought about it because it’s never been an option. I guess it would really depend on my frame of mind and the reason He decided to release me.

If something, god forbid, should happen to Him, He hopes to eventually have someone to “will” me to. Either way, I will have instructions as to what to do. As it stands right now, I’m allowed a brief mourning period and then I’m to find someone to own me again.

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Cleanliness is Next to Godliness

March 8th, 2009 Comments off

So I think Master’s lost His mind. Either that, or He’s caught Spring Fever. Cause He’s going nuts cleaning the house. After a week of being completely out of commission. It’s utterly bizarre.

Yesterday, Master started on the living room and I started on the kitchen. I caught a little bit of His bug so for a couple days He told me to just leave it. We sat on the couch, Him occasionally having to work and me just wishing I could cuddle Him to death. His back is still hurting Him. Worse after carrying the fish tank down for the man who bought it.

I tried to get Him to let me carry it but He was terrified I would have gone down the stairs on my face or landed with the tank on top of me or something. Wouldn’t even let me try… heh.

Omigosh… Super Dad is at the bar across the street. That’s adorable. There’s this little old man who rides around with a shirt that says “Super Dad” on it. He’s so cute.

Today, He’s like a madman. I think He vacuumed each spot in the living room a hundred times. But the birds are messy and seed hulls in the foot is painful. So I understand.

He cooked me breakfast! I rolled over and said, “So… you want pancakes and bacon?” We went to the meat market yesterday and bought fresh bacon, sirloin, sandwich steaks, deli meat and yummy mozz and provolone. And, of course, pickles. Their pickles rock.

He said, “Unh uh. Eggs and bacon and toast.”

“Okay… why don’t you cook us breakfast while I go get us coffee and orange juice.” Neither of us ever drank the juice… lol.

He looked at me funny. I wanted to say “Didn’t you get the memo? My birthday starts a month in advance and ends a month following.” Instead I ducked a little and giggled.

He made professional-tasting steak sandwiches last night. I’ve never had them made from anything other than Steak-Ums so it was a real treat.  We realized it’s cheaper to buy two pounds of them (and we get two or three meals out of them) than to buy Steak-Ums at WalMart. So I’m happy!

I think we were logged onto WoW for fifteen minutes or so when He called it quits and ordered me into the shower. Then we huffed it down to the laundry mat with half our clothes. We’re probably going to go again on Tuesday with the other half. Mondays are impossible. We’re lucky if we’re home by seven.

So… I’m sitting down. I’m not sure how long it’s going to last. He decided to order out. Steak wasn’t exciting enough after the amazing steak sandwiches He made last night. And we’re probably going to watch TV all night. Comfy cozy. Perfect.

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Being sick sucks ass.

March 5th, 2009 Comments off

And Master and I are both sick. So if you’re wondering where my blogs are… we’ve both been home nursing Him until I got sick today. My head’s too foggy to think of anything of substance to talk about except…

Today Master and I talked about a post on FetLife and we both stand on opposite sides of the spectrum with regard to the content. It made me sad.  Not because we disagree. That’s bound to happen in any relationship at some point or another. But because I can’t see His point of view. And I should. So I’ve been doing a little pondering over that.

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Inquiring Minds?

March 4th, 2009 Comments off

Cause Master’s still sick and I’m still bored and everyone else is doing it.

So… pick a question. Any question. Or twenty questions cause I can almost guarantee you’ll be the only one asking them. Unless someone else surprises me. Last year I might have gotten two. People, that is. I think Kaya asked ten! lol

All month you ask me a question and I’ll answer it.  Even if I don’t want to. Cause I’m a good girl like that. Unless I don’t have the answer. And in that case, “I don’t know” will have to suffice. 😛

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Ill Master = Bored Slave

March 3rd, 2009 Comments off

So Master’s sick. I mean, really sick. He’s done something to His back that’s left Him mostly out of commission (though that didn’t keep Him from playing with me over the weekend… I do love Him so!) so I’ve been feeding Him pain killers and muscle relaxers and keeping Him on the couch or in bed. And now He has some sort of chest thing that’s completely wiping Him out. As in… He’s been sleeping all. damn. day. and has left me to my own devices.

Literally! Said, “You can stay out here and do whatever you want. Just don’t leave the house.” So you know He’s sick!

I’ve played with the bird. I laid down with Him for a few minutes. That was ruined by Zedd and the tantrums he throws if he can’t see us and we’re both at home. Had to go back into the living room so he’d be quiet enough for Master to sleep. But every time Master coughs or sniffles, Zedd starts screaming again. I’m so getting him a birdie muzzle.

Let’s see… I finished Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut and wrote a review (which I suck at, by the way).

And now I’m just plain bored. *sigh*

I’m pretty sure there’s no clause in our contract allowing Him to be out of commission. I’m soooo taking Him to BDSM court over this!

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