Thursday, October 20, 2016

Westworld, Again

If we had time, we'd probably be making costumes for Halloween.
I'd be Delores, and he'd be the man with no name in black.  

Anyway, if you haven't seen the show, this blog isn't going to make much sense, sorry. You should watch though, it's good.

The other day we were in the kitchen when for no reason at all Master grabbed my throat and propelled me backwards across the room and up against the cabinets, saying "It's time for us to get reacquainted now, Delores," in his scary Ed Harris voice.   He pulled up the drawer to my left and pulled out...

...a pizza cutter, in its little plastic sleeve.  It may be one of the sharpest non-knife implements we have, but still, it's a pizza cutter. 

I just flat burst out laughing.  

He rolled it across my neck a few times (with the sleeve still on) and he was laughing too.

Then he put it back and pulled out a heavy metal spatula, which he used on my butt a few times as we were both still giggling.  
Er, well, I was giggling and he had a manly chortle.  



Monday, October 17, 2016

Fate Worse Than Death

Sunday Master and I were out canvassing again.  I enjoyed the walking and driving with him, but I cannot WAIT for this election to be over.  I'm sick of the whole thing, as I'm sure every American is by now.  I have a good feeling about our side coming out ahead though, as the polls are in our favor. 

May the odds be ever in your favor. (Hunger Games)

There was one funny moment when this cute little terrier came out to get petted, but then his owner found out our politics and didn't want to talk to us.  He scolded (not too mad) at the dog "Get back in here and behave or I'll give you to the Democrats!"  A fate worse than death?  I was laughing all the way back to the car.  

Master was VERY horny.  He stopped at a park on our way and we ran around the lake on some wooded paths.  I'm sure he would have fucked me right there, but there were a lot of people out in the forest since it was such a nice day.  On the way home he was feeling me up in the car.  He couldn't even wait for me to make dinner, but took me upstairs and fucked me quickly.  Later that night he gave me a good caning and fucked me again.  It was really a wonderful day all around.


Friday, October 14, 2016

Sex Slave

I love this part, the part where I'm thinking we are just going straight to sleep, and he's allowed me to get into the bed so I'm snuggled deep under the covers.  He's given no real indication that he wants me.  I had a splitting headache but took some pills for it and am better, but my earlier horniness is completely gone from when the headache started.  

I'm totally unprepared when he pulls back the covers and simply takes me.  I'm dry.  It hurts. He likes this; he loves that just him taking me this way will turn me on.  It does, eventually.   He fucks me, anyway, regardless of what I want, telling me that I'm his hole and he will treat me like his whore... well, it takes a few minutes of that sort of fucking to make me wet.   He slaps my face and I feel slightly ashamed to be such a hole.   So much unconsidered nothingness here.  But then he tells me to get a blanket to keep the sheets dry, and my vibrator, and I am grateful that he's going to let me come too.  

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Life is Unfair

The other side.

I'm one of the luckiest people I know, in so many ways.  

People say you make your own luck, but do you really?

There are so many things in life that I have little or no control over, that just worked out for me.  Or else I am a master of manipulation so good I don't even realize it, bwahahhhaahahaa! 

Perhaps my life is just unfairly good.  But no one ever promised fair, either way.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016


Master was fucking me today, on the floor with my hands pinned at my back.  I was under him, me on my stomach.  I could barely twitch.  I could sorta breathe.  A little.

"Want to play 'Westworld'"? he asked.

"Unf. Ok, Master, what does that mean?"

"You're being raped."

I guess that makes him Ed Harris. 

I couldn't even move my arms but I tried to wiggle anyway, gasping and groaning.  When I wiggled too much he beat on my back with a stick.  Eventually he got up and I thought I would crawl away but he grabbed my shoulder in a wrestling hold and flipped me over as easily as you would a sheet of paper. 

He slapped my tits and face and made me come, repeatedly.  He fucked me into a collapse state, giving up the struggle.  

A while later I thought he was sleeping and I came down to answer messages and work on the blog.  I'd just gotten the first two lines here done when he came into the living room.  

"Whatcha doing?" I asked, in my most slaviest of slavey manners.

"Getting my cock sucked."  He did too, and frosted me all over so I needed another bath.   

Monday, October 10, 2016

Million Things

I have a million things left to do between now and 6:00 and negative a million energy to apply to those things.  Ugh.  Short blog today because I have to leave in a couple minutes.  I didn't even manage a shower.  I was supposed to have a nap, but there's no time.  

Update added:

I didn't get everything done by 6:00. I also forgot that Master would be home by 5:00 so I didn't have dinner on.  What a day.  Feeling like a tired as fuck crappy slave. :( 

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Shamegasm, by DM

We were running late today, as usual. We almost never meet someone before 1:00 on a Saturday that I have off because on the rare days I get to stay in bed, I want to stay in bed. So there we were, trying to get ready to go, to be at the Democratic Headquarters at 10:00 for inspiring speeches an canvassing. ksst had missed my subtle signals that I wanted a quickie before our shower, and it was time to get moving. We hopped in the shower, washed, and hopped out. When I went up to get dressed, ksst was looking all sweet and naked and articulate, about how she was getting ready as fast as I was, and she had more to do, so I ordered her to kneel and suck. She did this readily, and sucked eagerly at my hardening cock. 
I pushed her back onto the floor and, pulling aside her panties, began to lick her cunt. ksst's lips swelled and moistened, and her nipples hardened, so I took her. She was dry and tight, but I worked my hard cock into her and began stroking in out. ksst loosened and moistened, and I began going faster and harder. Finally I ordered her to orgasm. ksst bit her lip and shook her head, and didn't. I went a little faster and harder, slapping her tits and playing with her nipples, and when she seemed close, ordered her to come again, but again she frowned and bit her lip and didn't. After not much longer- this was a quickie, after all- I came in her and ordered her to come one last time, and again she didn't. She didn't want to squirt and smell like sex while we were canvassing. 
I rolled her over, forcing my limp penis in her mouth and began spanking her with the broken paddle. Finally it was too much stimulation, and she came in her panties, soaking them. When ksst stood to clean herself off, cunt juices and my come drooled down her thighs. They were also all over her face from my cock. There was no time to shower again, so she cleaned up as best she could with baby wipes and slathered on some smelly hand lotion.
ksst was so ashamed thinking about walking around smelling like sex that she had refused to orgasm. But I persevered, and the shamegasm took her powerfully.