With all that went on last night, I was needing to be beaten. That doesn't always mean wanting the beating, but last night I just needed it. I wanted it to end in tears. But when it did he was worried about me. I didn't want to explain that either. I didn't have an explanation. No, nothing is wrong. I just like to cry, want to cry, need to cry sometimes. It was a good hard caning and paddling, but I could have gone on for hours. Master wanted to fuck and get some sleep. It was late. He fucked me and went to sleep. I adore being his used fucktoy, even when I would have chosen more beatings for longer if I could.
Yes, he knows all this. I'm his and he doesn't do this only for my pleasure. For some reason I needed reassurance of this also last night. Again I blame the damn hormones for my neediness. He reassured me that he enjoys beating me. How could he not be enjoying it? He sings so happily. :)
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(((hugs))) sorry about the glitchy communication issues and the hormones and just yucky life in general!
ReplyDeleteI love that he sings while he beats, that's so sweet!
Thanks! I'm feeling much better today- a combination of a nice beating and some sunshine are working magic. One of these days I want to do a "Master's Top 10 Beating Songs" post, but I'll need his help.
DeleteIt would be interesting to know what he sings. *smiles*
ReplyDeleteComing soon!
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