Master, I mean.  He’s, like, serial and shit.

I sound like I’m making fun, but, really, I’m just stunned.  And making light of shock is how I deal with it.

We had to run some errands today, so we caught a ride into town with the neighbor and wandered around in the ritzy part of our county for a while.  The bus went through early and we were in the middle of lunch.  So we walked home instead.

We were cutting across campus and He kept tugging on my hair.  Naturally, I laughed, yanked my head away and said, “Don’t pull my hair.”  while trying to fix the damage He did.

So He grabbed hold and pulled my head almost down to waist level.  “Is that how you ask?”

“Please!”

He let go.  “You’re going to learn to stop telling me what to do.”

I didn’t answer Him fast enough and He reached for my hair again.  “Yes, Master!” I yelped as I ducked out of the way.

And that’s not all.  He makes little comments about everything.  Like He’s rating my performance.  “Well, that response, I’d give a two.  The one before it was much better.”  Okay, not exactly that.  More like, “Well, this morning you were well-behaved even though I was irritating you.”  and “I’m kind of surprised.  You’ve been keeping your mouth closed.”

More often than not, I’m wearing leather cuffs, a leather collar, a leash and nothing else.  Well, besides my eternity collar.  And He’s always got something to whack me with close at hand.

He’s having shit-loads of fun with this having a plethora of sex toys at hand to make me fuck myself with.  And having a new webcam? Well, He’s stingy.  He’s been watching me fuck myself on cam all by Himself and not sharing.  Usually while He’s at work.

I wonder if He can get fired for looking at His wife on webcam in the office.

The best part? He’s usually more excited about me using a new toy than I am! The Diamond Lustre is sitting in the bedroom in it’s purty little box and He keeps talking about me playing with it.  But usually it goes something like this:

“I do still have the paddle out, bitch.  Wouldn’t you rather be fucking your cunt than getting beat?”

-or-

“I could just put off you trying your new toy.”

Ain’t He cruel?

He’s talking about beating me regularly.  Reminding me about my mouth if I so much as quirk my eyebrow funny.  And basically just not even letting me go down the road of considering getting into trouble.

Like… when did He get so serious? You’re telling me He meant it when He said He’s not playing around anymore? I have to actually… act like a slave?

That’s pretty fucking cool.

I forget what happened last night.  I tried to call Him out on something or something.  It was stupid.  Tiny.  Not worth mentioning.  And He responded by pointing at Himself and saying, “Master.” then pointing at me and saying, “Slave.” matter-of-factly and walking away like there was nothing to discuss.

“But… but…”

He turned around and pointed to Himself, “Daddy.” Then He pointed to me, “Baby.” and then walked away.

I started laughing.  I couldn’t help it.  It was just so cool.

He’s all, “What?” and I’m all, “You’re just so cool.”

“I know.”