Archive for July, 2012

My First Switching

July 30th, 2012 1 comment

The drive was nerve-wracking. The place is first come, first serve, and it’s the middle of summer. Surely, all of the sites would be “served,” and we’d end up driving home empty-handed.

I never get nervous until we’re within half an hour of the last (most likely full) site. And the nerves are always over whether or not we’ll be able to stay, never what might happen while we’re there. I’m pretty firm in my conviction that a girl who’s stupid enough to travel out into the middle of nowhere with a man who proves the depths of his sadism again and again deserves whatever comes to her. And besides, it was only the last trip that Master started doing anything besides fucking one of my various holes while we were there.

And oh, what a trip that was.  Read more…

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So we’re watching this paranormal show…

July 25th, 2012 1 comment

…and they’re on Native American land.

Master says, “My Indian name can be Master Little Dick.”

I reply, “I think a better name for you would be Master Head In Ass.”

He says, “Nah. It just doesn’t really scream me.”


Beware of sharp turns and falling debris!

July 7th, 2012 2 comments

When I was a kid, my aunt told me that my birth father sold me to my adoptive parents for five grand.

“He had a warrant, and he wanted a motorcycle,” she explained, her voice dripping with venom.

We’d had some stupid argument. She’s very used to getting her way with everyone because she becomes quite abusive (emotionally, usually, but I wouldn’t put it past her to become physically abusive, as well) if she doesn’t, so everyone gives in. She expected that or the fact that she was older than me to make me fold in the face of authority and come over to her side.  Read more…

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Acting weird? What’re you talking about?

July 2nd, 2012 1 comment

A while back, I started a draft about all the things I miss about being his slave. I wasn’t even going to beat around the bush. I was going to put it just like that.

I haven’t been uncollared. He still owns my ass. It’s just been a really long time since he’s flexed his masterly muscles in any capacity. I think the last time I was punished, I was still in my twenties. I’m 32. And believe me, even at my best, I’m just not that good.

It’s not his fault, entirely. I’m kind of a bitch. I know exactly what buttons to push, in which order, and if I get too big for my britches, I put on my hiking boots and start kicking. When I go there, I could make Satan himself my bitch if given even half the chance.  Read more…

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