Friday, January 30, 2015

Wednesday Play

Ok, one more post and then I'm going to quit and not write anything for a while.  

Maybe a couple days anyway.  

Kneeling.
Sucking.
Tire tread paddle.
Rope harness. 
Fucking doggy style on the floor.
Rope harness is a handle for hard thrusting into me.
Fucking so hard my cunt clenches him in coming waves.
Ksst goo on the floor.
Stand up. 
Get in position.  
The whip.
      Marked.
His belt.
Oh, his belt.  
Marked again, with wider stripes.
Teasing me.
More sucking, lying on the bed under him.
Caning and sucking.
How to concentrate on sucking when it hurts like that? 
Humiliating. 
Jealousy.  Not the kind of humiliating that gets me turned on, but the kind that makes me feel bad. He realizes this and changes to
Fucking.  The really good kind. (Ok, that is all the fucking).
My vibrator.
Orgasms.
I ask to put the butt plug in since he has carefully laid it out on the bed ahead of time.
Fucking with the butt plug in.
So tight. 
So painfully tight.
And good.  
I reached subspace some time ago.  It's all disjointed here.
He comes.

We shower.   
The end.

Updated list of things I did yesterday, plus last night I was Master's stress relief

 I did make the bread.  I made yeast risen dinner rolls and they were delicious.  I start them in the bread maker on the dough setting and then finish them up in the oven because I don't really like how the bread maker does a loaf of bread.  The crust is too crunchy and crumbly.  

Here are yesterday's tasks:

Make breakfast (done) Wash dishes (done) Unload dishwasher (done) Feed the sheep (done) Scoop dog poop in the yard (done) Laundry- sheets and towels included (done and folded/put away) Make the beds, 3 of them (done) Write some blogs (done) Get his battery jumped with the battery jump kit we have (tried, it didn't work) Get the mail (did this after Master got home- oops) Exercise (20 minutes of dancercize) Make bread (done) Make dinner (mac and cheese, salad and the rolls) Clean the kitchen after dinner (done)

Also, I sewed up a torn comforter, which took a lot longer than I thought it would and made my hand sore. 

I cleaned Master's bathroom.  

I trimmed dog toenails, and wondered why Pepper will eat dog toenail bits but not Master's toenail clippings.  Weird dog.  I kept having to push her out of the way when I was doing the other dogs' nails because she was in the way snarfing up all the nailbits.

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Master was more than a bit grumpy yesterday, because of his car not starting.  Then we found out it was stuck in park, so we couldn't push it to a place where the jumper cables would reach from my car to his.  His car was in the garage, and mine won't even go in the garage (minivan, extremely low ceiling'd old garage).   He had to run to the store after dinner to buy a longer jumper cable, which  was still a few feet too short.  He ended up hooking the two together (dangerous, but it worked) and getting the battery jumped.  It started!  Yay!  

Afterward, we had a beer and he stuck the bottle in my cunt and took pictures.  He described how he was going to fuck me up later and use me as his toy to take his frustrations and aggressions out on.  I have to admit this sort of foreplay makes me pantingly hot. 

He was reading some thread on Fet about slaves being "broken" and said to me, in that faux-sugarsweet voice he gets, "Awwww, are you broken?"

I said quizzically, "No".   
Then he said "You will be."   
Eeep, that made me squirm again.  I didn't get scared until after he'd fucked me though.

A bit later, I waited for him on the floor in prostrate position.  

"Naked" was the first thing he said.  


The room was freezing, but I stripped off my robe and he instructed me to lie on top of the bed covers for my caning.   He got mostly under the covers himself and enjoyed my shivery coldness.  

He asked me if I'd been a good slave today and I had to admit that my one bit of snarking online had broken his rule.   Mostly good though, if that counts for anything?   He told me this caning was not about punishment, but about what he wanted to do, all about him.  I was relieved.   I like it all about him. 
 
The cane soon warmed my backside.  It was painful at first, but soon turned to floaty pleasure.  As soon I as started getting too much into the pleasure zone, he'd rap my calves and I'd snap back to pain.  After I was thoroughly beaten, he gave me two more hard smacks and said those were for my online snarkitude, which was a misdemeanor rather than a felony level.  

When I was just about to break and cry, he took me.  
He fucked me hard and fast.  Between Wednesday's hard play and that I'm spotting red again; it is not that time of the month, but...anyway.  So worth it.

When he told me to come I didn't.  He came inside me from behind, then he flipped me over and began slapping me.   That was when I got scared.  He slapped some more and slapped a delicious orgasm right out of me.  I waved my hands around in some very lame attempt at protecting myself from the increasing slaps.  I guess it was a good kind of fear, and then he stopped, but it felt so good to be cuddled up tight against him under the covers and stroked to sleep afterward.  I'm his.   His little slavey cunt toy.   



 

My Cunt Has Two Women in it

Because Master thought it would be fun to fuck me with his beer bottle.  Note the label, if it is big enough to see:  Two Women New Glarus beer.  

 The hijinks never end.   

I'm really behind on blogging, too, I never finished Wednesday's adventures.

Because who doesn't like Keira Knightly?

Someone helpfully made a short clip of the spanking scenes from that movie we watched a while back, A Dangerous Method.  So in case you never got around to watching the whole thing, you can just see the best bits:

Spanking scenes

There aren't that many, but dang, she's hot. 

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Car Battery

Master's car battery died last night and he didn't have time to mess with it this morning so he drove my car to work.  

All my going places errands for today were thus cancelled and I feel like I'm having a stay at home holiday.  

All I have to do today is:

Make breakfast (done)
Wash dishes (done)
Unload dishwasher (not done)
Feed the sheep (done)
Scoop dog poop in the yard (not done)
Laundry- sheets and towels included (one load in the dryer now, two loads to go)
Make the beds, 3 of them (not done)
Write some blogs
Get his battery jumped with the battery jump kit we have
Get the mail 
Exercise
Make bread (I don't have to, but I want to)
Make dinner
Clean the kitchen after dinner

See?  Holiday!

Breakfast Slaving

After much mental struggle and a conversation with friends I'm getting it.

Not just doing it every day, but actually getting it in my head about being the breakfast slave every day, not just when he orders me to get up.  There is a difference being doing and really having my head on right about it though. 

I don't have to agonize about the decision to stay in bed or to get up and make breakfast anymore if he doesn't say anything to me about it.  I get up and make breakfast unless he orders otherwise.

The reason should be, if I were all altruistic and shit, because I love him and love serving him and he totally deserves a slave who eagerly makes breakfast for him. 

Quarter to six is just a tad before my true slaviness (tm) kicks in.

The reason is that if I don't get up I won't be able to go back to sleep anyway, I'll just lie there agonizing and being guilty, so I might as well just do it. 

Sometimes obvious things are not as obvious as they should be.