Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Notice

Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted.
Persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished.
Persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
                                                                     ---Mark Twain


Kneeling on the floor, breathing, freeing my mind of expectations, looking for my zen feeling, I waited.

My back was beginning to feel a strain, so I bent forward, resting my forehead on the carpet.  Minutes later, I don't know how many, I woke up.

Yeah.  I fell asleep.  So much for the uber-slave of the night.
The sounds of Master approaching pulled me back to alertness and an upright position.

He advanced on me.

"Strip" he commanded.  I threw off my robe.   "Get into position".   As I stood he smacked my butt, knocking me off balance, but I tripped over to the dresser and bent forward.


A warm up with floggers, his belt, his single tail.  His foot on my chest as I came for him.  Then his foot on my neck, pressing down.  I came again.

Fucked on the carpet, and waking up the next morning picking carpet fibers out of my hair.  It was good to lie in bed this morning, wrapped in his arms,  remembering last night.
I'll do my dreaming
With my eyes wide open.
I'll do my looking back
With my eyes closed.
                             --Clay Walker

Non dignus sum Domine
sed in tuum nomine.

I am not worthy Master
but in your name.

This blog has been brought to you from my little notebook, which I keep in my purse to jot down random ideas, song lyrics, poems and even whole episodes of my life. 

                      

2 comments:

  1. Hey, every uber-slave needs their rest!

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  2. I'm pretty far from that anyway! I think perhaps I have a low level fighting off cold going on in my body this week. I don't actually feel sick, but I have been soooo sleepy, as in going to take a nap every evening before bed, then getting up to do my evening chores, doing whatever Master wants, and going to sleep again at the normal time.

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