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Saying Goodbye to 2010

December 31st, 2010

I won’t ever be able to do last night justice. We fucked until 5am.

My thighs are swollen and various shades of red, purple, blue and black, and my jaw is sore. My clit hurts so bad that M’s tongue on it last night felt like teeth. And today, though it aches with desire, His fingers brushing against it feels like He brought the crop down on the tender flesh. My entire body is exhausted.

God, and now I want to cum.

Last night, He punched me in the face for the first time ever. Repeatedly, though not even with a quarter of His strength. He knows I don’t have a glass jaw, but we really aren’t ready to tempt fate. There’s a very real possibility of there being a problem if I run into people on my block with visible marks. There’s no reason for it. But that’s how our neighbors are.

Even though He asked if I wanted it, I wasn’t expecting Him to really do it. I mean, He’s asked before, but never done it. I expected Him to back out again.

Imagine my surprise when His knuckles connected with my chin.

He spit in my face over and over, and said dirty, disgusting things to me. And all the while, I writhed with desire, and fucked myself.

I squirted on His face, though I never reached clitoral orgasm while He was eating me out. But I got close. Oh, so dangerously close. And stayed there for at least ten minutes. Maddening.

He caned my thighs with the Delrin Cane, making sure to mark them well. He left marks on my tits, as well. The first time, He came on my face, and the second, He came all over me.

He beat the soles of my feet, and my pussy, and my ass. He fucked my face, and my pussy, and rubbed off on various parts of my body.

He pushed His forearm into my throat, and asked, “Do you want to die, bitch?”

I shook my head, and He pressed harder. “Why do you live?”

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. “Because you allow it, Daddy.”

I don’t remember what happened next. I never remember anything in sequential order anymore. Life has become writing about sex, having sex, taking care of my owner, and thinking about sex.

Some might say I have a sex addiction.

Me? I say, “Who cares?”


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  1. January 26th, 2011 at 09:33 | #1

    This is intense and makes me jealous <3

    Your blog makes me so happy and makes me yearn for Daddy even more than I do, thank you for writing. 🙂

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