Sunday, August 31, 2014

Master loves me

Last night we watched a show, then Master went to check emails and read my blog and a few other things he does on the computer.  
I was standing behind him, and I asked if I could touch my cunt.  

"Come and sit here" he said, pointing to the floor by his chair.  
"Yes, you can play with your cunt".   I did, as he twisted and pinched and tortured my tits.

Then after getting all the before bed stuff done with the dogs etc., we went upstairs.  He flogged and spanked me into subspacing out.  In that state of mind I made up this song for him when he left the room for a few minutes.

 I sang it at breakfast:


Master loves me! This I know,
For his flogging tells me so;
Little slave to Him belongs;
I am weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Master loves me
Yes, Master loves me
Yes, Master loves me

For his flogging tells me so.


A little bit after breakfast we had a discussion about the way to make lemonade, and how to start it, what to put in first.

I commented that Master's way of making lemonade usually starts with "Bitch...".

Heh.  It would be a joke except that it's true.


3 comments:

  1. Ahh...love your song, may i borrow it at the appropriate time? Your Master's first step in making lemonade gave me a good chuckle.
    hugs abby

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  2. Sure you can borrow it. I also found that flogging can be switched out for fucking, or caning, or any word that is appropriate for the occasion.

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