Monday, July 28, 2014

Home again

The trip, once under way, was not that bad.   We zipped down there, though Saturday it was so hot I had to leave the car running while we stopped for breaks (short breaks) so as not to roast the dogs.

But by the time we got there, the hot part of the day was over.  Sunday was not so bad, about 87.   My dad took the kids swimming in the river and my mom and I worked cows.  They have 21 cows which had to be driven home from the neighbors', split into groups of three and worked around the arena so they could remember how to behave for a dog, in preparation for the fall dog trials.  

I got home today before Master, the kids stayed with the grandparents, and even after unpacking, washing up, getting dressed to go out to dinner and vacuuming the house, I still have a few minutes to blog.   


Scratch that going out to dinner plan.

He's just called and said what to be wearing to be ready for him.  The advantage of a few weeks without kids starts---- NOW. 

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Heading out

I'm heading out to Missouri today with two kids and two dogs.  Master is staying home to pick up extra work days.   So far the morning has been one disaster after another.  Kid having tantrums, dog pooping in the house, me feeling sick, etc.  And Missouri is supposed to be 100 degrees.  And my parents don't believe in (or have) air conditioning. 

Please don't let this suck as bad as I think it will! 

Friday, July 25, 2014

Exhibitionist Dream

Last night I dreamed that we were in a public park, in the center of a crowd, when Master laid me out on a picnic table and held me down while people I didn't even know came up and rammed objects into my holes.  A glass dildo.  A rubber butt plug.  Fingers.   

I was thoroughly soaked when they let me up, and they wandered off while I was left picking up clothes, blankets and used condoms from the "scene".   What a dream.

I guess that is what happens when I chat with Master on the computer right before bed and he tells me how horny he is and what he's going to do when he gets home!

And guess what!  He only has one more week of this job before starting a new one.  It is not far from home at all, only half the drive, and then he'll be home EVERY NIGHT again.   I can't wait.  
 

 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Owie

Remember This Owie?


Master is really liking that butt plug.  Several times this week he had me put it in before, or during, sex.   This was wonderful right up until he began slamming me from behind, bumping it forcefully right up against that bruise from the other day.  

 He asks me if it hurts and I say yes.  He tells me to suffer. 

I just melt away into the hurt, and let it wrap me up like a blanket.
I don't know if this makes any sense, just to be wrapped up in a pain blanket and then it is suddenly tolerable?   

We had an amazing time though.  Simply amazing.   At one point Master had me on all fours on the floor and asked me with a pseudo serious tone "Do you feel safe at home?"  

That question the doctors always ask.  

"Compared to what?" popped sassily into my brain, but for once not out of my mouth.  

"Yes, Master, I do".  And that is the truth.  He does keep me safe.  



 


Monday, July 21, 2014

Morning Routine

It is not on the level of ritual, but here is an example of my morning routine on the days Master works.   It varies from day to day, but this is a typical really good morning.  :)

His alarm goes off at 5.  I ask if he wants me to get up and make breakfast, and today he says yes, that would make me a most wonderful slave, oh and pack a lunch too.   Desiring to be a wonderful slave and unable to say no, I haul my sleepy butt out of bed and cook breakfast.   

After he eats and showers, I meet him upstairs to wait while he gets dressed.  This morning I've already packed his lunch, so he doesn't have to send me back down to do that.  I kneel at his feet while he puts his socks on, then I kiss his foot.   He tells me to take off my robe.   I'm already starting to get wet just from him looking at me (THAT look, you know, the one that says "If only we had time...").

He tells me to turn around and present myself.  Head down, ass up, looking so very wanton.  Then he has me go get a dildo and fuck myself with it as he watches.  He tells me to cum.   He orders me to turn around and lie down, and some more fucking myself.  He places one foot on my neck. 

"You're mine".

"Yes, Master."
 
  Then he has me kneel in front of him and give him a quick suck before he tucks in his shirt and puts on his tie.   He pushes me back and uses a hank of my hair to dry his cock before he finishes dressing.   

Downstairs again, he gives me tasks and instructions for the day.  Then I go out with him, carry his lunch to the car, go and open the gate for him.  He has me flash him on the way out and tells me to cum again, right there in the driveway.  I close the gate and listen to the sound of his car speeding away.   

Have a good day, Sweetie.



Watch Where You're Kneeling

We were in the shower, with me facing away from the nozzle, when he ordered me to kneel and wash him.

I dropped down like a shot- straight on to the faucet with my butt!  I howled in pain, and then, still in the grip of endorphins from earlier, started laughing about "breaking my butt".

It turned out I gave myself a bigger bruise just between the cheeks, than anything he did to me earlier that day!

Next time I'm looking first!   

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Humiliation is humiliating.

And that is all I have to say about THAT.

Ok, not really.  That wouldn't be much of a blog, would it?

Master is really, really good at humiliating me, and I suppose he should be after all this practice at finding just the right level: I think he aims for the point when I feel the greatest humiliation and yet not so great as to have lingering bad effects or to cause a total meltdown on my part.

I don't really want to go into ALL THAT which he did, but I'll just say it involved some piss and some story telling and a whole lot of fucking and orgasms.  

A few other random snippets in no particular order, from yesterday and today:

I'm on my knees and he grabs my hair and pulls me upright, spinning me around so quickly that I stumble and fall half to my knees again. He pulls me on to the bed.  He tells me to put the butt plug in.  

He ties a body harness on me, then ties my hands together using the leather cuffs, and loops that rope through my collar.  Then he uses a rope (a tie) as a leash to pull me here and there, up to his mouth for a kiss, then down to his cock for sucking.

He has me pinned to the bed, fucking me on my back, and runs the leash through my mouth, pinning the leash to the bed on each side of my head with his hands.  

He makes me sing the alphabet song  ("nice and slow now") with the magic wand on my clit, telling me I can orgasm when I reach the letter "z" but each time I reach "y" he has me start the song over.   It is exquisite torture.   I finally do get to cum like a seizure-having-she-beast. 

He orders me to describe some hot scenarios for him, and I do, the favorite one being about him fucking someone else while I am tied up and forced to watch while random men come up to slap my cunt. 

This makes both of us come.