Saturday, December 30, 2017

Christmas Vacation Became a Stay-cation

We had planned to go visit relatives at this time, leaving Wednesday, but Master has been sick.  So rather than sharing our germs all around and having a miserable time he decided it would be better to stay home.  He's feeling a lot better now, with only a hanging on cough.  I felt a bit poozly for a day, but was mainly ok.

But Master has all this time off work, so that has been really nice.  He cooked dinner, we went out to play Pokemon, we watched a lot of Westworld (I got the series for Christmas) and of course we spent some time playing.  

There was the new buttplug I got at our kinky Christmas gift exchange, I had to break that in.  Then a clothespin zipper and also testing out the Liberator blanket Master bought for me (it works like a dream!).    I bought him a tawse but the quality of leather is lacking, which makes me kind of sad.  I know it's not my fault, as I bought it from a highly recommended source and had it shipped, but I still feel bad that it's not as nice a gift as I had hoped.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Tummy Blows, and How I Hate Them

Master:  You would do anything to avoid another tummy blow, wouldn't you?

This was after I'd moved my arms from the wooden bed spindles where he'd placed them, in order to cover myself and push him away.

Me: Yes, Master.

Master: You'd suck my cock.  You'd take it up the ass.  You'd let me fuck you with this knife.

Me: Yes, Master.

Master:  You'll do all that anyway. 

 "Put your hands above your head.  All the way through the spindles."

I linked my fingers together on the other side of the posts and endured one more tummy blow.   He placed the knife at my throat. 

"Time to get reacquainted, Dolores". 

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

TMI Christmas

1. Do you celebrate Christmas?

Yes, we do. 

2. Tell us about your Christmas celebration.

We let the kids open one present each on Christmas eve, then the rest we do in the morning.  I spent hours (about 7 hours, total) making sweet rolls which were eaten in about 10 minutes.  They are my favorite part, though, so I'm not skipping it.  I could do them in the bread maker, but it's not the same at all, and there aren't nearly enough. 

3. What season is it where you live?

It's 2F today, and that is the high for the day.  Fucking cold.

4. It’s the end of the year, what are you still trying to accomplish before the end of the year?

We are taking a whirlwind tour of visiting the relatives.

5. Do you have any plans for New Year’s Eve?

Yes!  We're going to a party.  It's vanilla, and with the kids.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Not Sounding Bitter

I meant the previous blog to be slightly amusing, not bitter, but I think my tone came off wrong, in spite of my smiley faces.

Any readers have feedback for me on how to change the tone? Or how did you read it?

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Not a Coincidence

There was just one night since Monday night that Master didn't get a good night's sleep.

There was also just one night or day we didn't have sex. 

They were the same night.

I don't think it's a coincidence.  :) :)

ps. I slept just fine.

Thursday, December 21, 2017



 I'm really getting into the holiday spirit now!  
Happy Winter Solstice!

Christmas-y Things

We finally got our tree up.  I know it's late, but I like it that way, my little protest against Christmas turning into a whole season! 

Master cut a huge tree from beside the barn that was getting so large it was going to start tearing the roof up.   The diameter is about 6 inches at the base, maybe more, so only the top came inside as our Christmas tree.  I put some lights on it and it looks all festive in here.  I also made candy yesterday, a traditional family recipe- pralines.   They are a lot of work in stirring the candy to the perfect temperature- and I used two pans so I was there stirring double handed and watching the candy thermometer closely.  But they are so worth it.  

This is nearly the recipe I have, only mine says cook to 238F. Mine also has more butter and some Karo syrup.  It takes longer than 5 minutes, I don't know if I'm doing it wrong or what, but more like 40 minutes.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

TMI Tuesday

1. What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them?

The first girl I ever had a crush on was when we were in 4th grade. Her name was Wendy Friedman and she was really pretty, with long blonde hair, plus she was willing to be my friend.   The first boy was in 5th grade, and his name was Andy... Andy something... don't remember.   Wendy moved away that year and I never saw her again.  Andy grew up in the same schools I went to but became less attractive as he got older.   I guess I thought he was cute in 5th grade, plus he always included me in 4 square games.
  2. Which parent do you identify with the most?

My mom, mostly.  
  3. What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat?

I will/have eaten just about anything, but if I get the choice there are a lot of things I avoid.   Shrimp, mushrooms, other seafoods, oranges, bananas... I could go on and on.
  4. Would you ever adopt a child?

If I hadn't been able to get pregnant, it would have been a possibility.  Two kids is plenty for me, though, so at this point I would not.
  5. When was the last time you played a board game? What game?

Two weekends ago we played several games, although they are more card games than board games I put them in the same category.  Mystique bought us "Bears vs. Babies" and we played that a lot.  We also played Codenames.   This was with our whole family plus our older son's girlfriend (I know, I can't believe he's old enough to have a gf!!!! It boggles me.)  I think she's a good kid and a good influence, so this makes me content, although still boggled.  AND he asked me for relationship advice!! 

Bonus: What makes you laugh more – dry humor or weird, goofy humor?

Weird goofy humor makes me laugh.  Dry humor usually only gets a smile.    

Link to TMI Tuesday:

Monday, December 18, 2017

Monday Morning Marks

This is how my ass looks now from the whipping Saturday night.

I've got some pretty neat marks still and a case of subdrop.  Anyway, I'm crying and I don't know why, so I assume subdrop.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Christmas Party

Last night we went to a munch/Christmas party which was just a blast.  We hung out with old friends and I also met several people that were brand new to the kink community, which was fun.

I ended up in the basement on a cross while Master and Dr.Peter were beating me, one in front and one behind.  I was wearing a full hood so I couldn't see anything at all. Master had undone my bra and left it hanging in front from my arms, but eventually it started getting in the way of the tit-caning.  When Dr.Peter made a comment about there being too much bra in the way I took my arms out of it and let it fall on the floor.  

"Did I say you could take that off??" I heard this shocked comment from my Master.

Well, no, Master didn't say anything like that.  He ordered me to pick it up and put it on again.   I bent down and was fumbling blindly with my fingers and not finding the bra.  I heard some snickers from the people behind us watching.  I felt my skirt, which was pulled down but still hanging on me.  I felt around under my long skirt, the edge of the cross, the base of the cross, my boots, but I didn't find any bra on the floor.  Master kept hitting my back with the single tail whip as I knelt there searching.  "I can't find it," I think I whimpered.  

I couldn't find it because it wasn't there!  He had swooped in somehow before telling me to pick it up and moved it, so my search was only for his cruel amusement!   And for the people snickering in the background.  

When they were done, Master took off my hood and had me turn around and bow to the onlookers.  He told me I was a good slave. And also a whore.  I buried my face against his chest to hide and he held me close.  



Friday, December 15, 2017

Sick and Still Used

I haven't been feeling good all week, with colds that linger or go and come, or change into a different cold, I don't even know.  It's just been a long time since I had any energy.  Monday was especially bad, but since I haven't actually felt good in so long I just kept going with all my normal stuff.  

Monday night I went to bed right after dinner, slept 11.5 hours and woke up at 5 am for the first time with a terrible headache.  I took 4 Ibuprofen, then 3 more, and it dulled it only from sharp ice picks in my eyes to dull ones.  

Master worked all night, and wasn't feeling that great but he got enough sleep that he wasn't that tired either.  So we sat on the couch together cuddling and watching Stranger Things.  He began taking my clothes off, and telling me he planned to use me anyway even though I didn't feel good.  I didn't feel THAT bad anymore.  He had me go upstairs and fetch the nipple clamps.  He put them on until I whined too much, then he readjusted them to be even more painful and told me I wasn't allowed to make a sound.  No whining!  This was difficult.  I made it a few minutes, and then he moved the clamps again, this time I had one on a nipple and the other on my cunt lip.  He told me to go get something from the kitchen, probably another cup of tea, and I hobbled on in there.  It began to be excruciating watching the microwave count down.  I made it back to him with the tea, and he removed the clamps and told me to curl up til the end of the show. 

After the episode was done we went into the kitchen where he watched porn for a while and I was kneeling, totally naked on the floor, sucking his cock.   When he was done with that he pushed me down on all fours on the hardwood kitchen floor and took me from behind.   He fucked me until I was dripping and then told me to go upstairs.  I started to stand, but he ordered sternly, "I didn't tell you to get up.  Crawl all the way."   Through the kitchen, across the dining room (also hard wood), my knees complaining, then up the stairs which was more awkward than I remembered from the days when I used to crawl every where (I had a phase).

Down the hall I crawled, which has carpet like the stairs, but then into our room which is mostly wood with throw rugs.  He asked me if I was hurting yet.  "No, Master, not really".  It was slightly uncomfortable but not terrible, and I was sinking into a very submissive place within myself.  He took out a belt and whacked me across the rear with it.  

Master took me on the bed, making us both satisfied and sleepy, and I was not feeling sick anymore, for a few hours at least!

The miracle of fucking?

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

About Me

A friend of mine wrote an excellent summary his kinks and wishes, his relationship requirements, health and attitudes, and I've been trying to think if I could possibly do the same, just as an exercise in self reflection. 

So I'm writing this "About me."  It may be revised occasionally.


 I can be somewhat sarcastic, though I try not to be unnecessarily mean.  I am occasionally often extremely silly just because it's fun.  I love dumb jokes, absurd comedy, Monty Python, and making silly comments that will make other people laugh.   I think one of my faults is that I'm a bit self absorbed (this is why writing about me appeals to me, I guess).  I'm also a bit lazy.  I'm quite shy of strangers in person, but I try to get over that as much as I can.  Sometimes it is worse than others, depending on the situation.  When I was young it was much, much worse.  In junior high I basically talked to no one at all.  My friends were my dogs. When I met Master, in high school, I started to get a bit more outgoing and had some friends again.  

Leadership roles: 

I avoid them.  I consider myself much more of a follower and a do-er than a leader or a planner.  I'm at peace with this part of me now and don't feel like I "should" be doing something different.   I'm not just submissive to one person, I'm submissive in general, which means I like to be told what to do by persons in authority, and I like to make them pleased with me.  However, I abhor over reach or assumption.  I get irritated when people who don't have any sort of authority give me commands or orders just because they are on some sort of power trip.   I'm especially sensitive to the times when people have tried to give me orders which directly contradict what my Master wants me to do.  No!  How about asking nicely, and then I will let you know if it is possible for me or not?  I think this is what my Master means when he says that I'm not a doormat.  I'm willing to be HIS doormat, if he asks me to lie down so he can step on me I would (have) totally do that, but I'm not one in general.  

Primary Kinks:

  I have a huge kink for power relationships/imbalances.  I like to feel submissive, subservient, subjugated, even powerless. This means being a slave and being submissive is often a sexual thing for me. I don't have to be having sex to have sexy thoughts about what I'm doing. Being owned as property is very important to me.  I love to be reminded of it, to have the dominance hierarchy enforced and mentioned in small and large ways.  When he tells me "I own you" it makes my heart flutter and my cunt twitch.

However, I'm not terribly service oriented, in that I never got a huge thrill from doing things to serve.  In the course of being a slave, being told to serve in particular ways and at particular times does make me happy.  In this way my Master has shaped me to be more service-loving than I originally was.  I still wouldn't call it an orientation for me.   I want to make my Master happy, but I also want to be happy myself.  

Doing dishes- meh, whatever.  
Being ordered to do dishes- kinda hot.  

Humiliation and degradation: 

Volumes have been written on the differences between these in a kink context, but none of it really sticks with me.  I tend to think degradation is more extreme, more physical- but they blend together a lot because there is usually some of both.  Both of these are a large part of my kinky side.   I have found the more I have these things done to me, the less they effect me and the more extreme we have to be to get the same result.  In the beginning, simply kneeling was humiliating.  Now, it is not at all.  Being naked in front of other people was humiliation of the most intense sort, now it seems sort of mild and almost ordinary, depending on how my Master does it.  There are many other examples, but I have to say that humiliation is a constant theme in both our play and in my fantasy life.   There are types of humiliation which don't have a good effect on me- for example, telling me I have failed at something or I'm not good at doing something.  That sort won't make me hot at all, I will only feel bad about it.   The hot parts are anything that involves being a nasty, dirty, disgusting slut.  That's one of the best parts about piss play for me.  I don't have a thing for pee- I find it just as gross as most other humans do.  But I do have a thing for being lowered to the level of an object which is only good for pissing on.  The objectification, degradation, that is the best part for me. 


 I am a masochist.  I have orgasmed many times simply from the right kind of pain.  I also enjoy taking the wrong sort of pain, the kind that just hurts without any joy, because it is submitting to what my Master wants.  This brings me a different sort of satisfaction than simply being in pain.  I don't enjoy being in control of the s/m.  If I have to tell the other person what to use and how to do it, I get very little out of the scene.  I don't play like that. I don't much care for having choices, but since my Master sometimes makes me choose, I can do it.   I don't want someone to use a cane or whip on me solely because I like canes or whips, I want them to use what they enjoy.  

 Safer sex:

  I don't believe in the concept of safe sex.  I believe in  safer sex, because nothing is risk free.  My safer sex practices have been decided by my Master without input from me, and as his slave, that is what I am committed to follow.   All intercourse has to have condoms.  I am also using an IUD to prevent pregnancy.   Oral sex, male or female, does not require barriers.   I get tested for STDs once or twice a year, except for herpes because I had no symptoms the clinic won't do it.  This was not required by my Master, it was something I wanted to have done and he agreed to let me.  

After care: 

 I don't negotiate after care.  With Master, what happens after is up to him, so there could be a lot, or none.  I am also allowed to ask for what I want, whether that is a blanket or a drink or extra cuddles.  He usually will help me get comfortable.  I don't think of this as my "rights" as a lot of subs do.  It's just him being nice.  He's not always nice.   Which is fine too and feeds right into my fetishes for subjugation and submission.

With other play partners, what they want to do afterward is fine with me, and I'm not shy about asking for something if I need it, but I don't always need the same things.  I do keep a blanket handy if I can.   

Monogamy, Polyamory and me:

I consider myself flexible on this issue of mono or poly.  For a long time were monogamous, and this was mainly by my choice because my Master had at various times proposed threeways and what not.  When I became his slave, part of the deal was that monogamy was out the window.  That day, I fully accepted that he could have sex with anyone and I had no say, and also that I would have sex with anyone he ordered, and I had no say there either (although sometimes he asks my opinions).  Once I discovered that Master encouraged me to be slutty, I started having a lot of fun with that. 

Both of us are open to more than just sexual relationships.  It is not a must for me to form other serious relationships, but it is a possibility.  I certainly do get a lot of feelings about some people.  In my case, it could be difficult, because I am entirely owned.  But there are people, like Mystique, who actually like that aspect and everything that goes with it.
I wrote this: for the more in depth view. 


I'm a liberal.  I'm practically a Socialist.  I wish we could be more like Denmark, the happiest country on earth, by the way.   I try not to get into too much politics on my blog though, since I have too much politics on every other social media.   


I believe in God, or gods, but I don't have a religion.   I come from the Show-Me state (Missouri) and I was an atheist, but Someone or Something changed my mind.  Yeah, I had visions.  Or voices, or whatever.  I'm not a Christian.   I think all religions are trying to get at Truth, but none of them have quite captured it.  I think it is unknowable.   The only For Sure True Truth is that puppy mills and the cause of them- buying puppies at pet stores- are a True Evil.  This I know.  Amen.  Buy a pure bred from a breeder whose home you can visit to see first hand how they are raised, or adopt a shelter dog! 
I don't hold anybody's religion or atheism against them, unless they are trying to convert me or make me follow their religious laws through enacting legislation.  Then I would tell them to shove it up their bum!


Saturday, December 9, 2017

Christmas Cheer

 Christmas song parodies help me through the season.

It's Christmas at Ground Zero
There's music in the air
The sleigh bells are ringin' and the carolers are singin'
While the air raid sirens blare

It's Christmas at Ground Zero
The button has been pressed
The radio just let us know
That this is not a test

Everywhere the atom bombs are droppin'
It's the end of all humanity
No more time for last minute shoppin'
It's time to face your final destiny

Well, it's Christmas at Ground Zero
There's panic in the crowd
We can dodge debris while we trim the tree
Underneath a mushroom cloud

You might hear some reindeer on your rooftop
Or Jack Frost on your windowsill
But if someone's climbin' down your chimney
You better load your gun and shoot to kill

Oh, it's Christmas at Ground Zero
And if the radiation level's okay
I'll go out with you and see the all new
Mutations on New Year's Day

It's Christmas at Ground Zero
Just seconds left to go
I'll duck and cover with my yuletide lover
Underneath the mistletoe

It's Christmas at Ground Zero
Now the missiles are on their way
What a crazy fluke we're gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday
What a crazy fluke we're gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday!

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Gagged and Clamped

I lay back in the bed as Master rummaged through his night stand.

Leather handcuff strap.

Ball gag.  

Extra yum.
Nipple clamps. 

Oh shit.

He tied my hands together in front of me, the put the gag in.  I made sort of a wheezing, whistling sound breathing through it.  He took me and fucked me hard.  He put the clamps on and I held muy breath for a second, breathing out when it didn't seem they were going to be very bad.  He began to pull the chain, though, and that was pretty bad.  He readjusted the clamps right to the tenderest part.  Somehow this was a hundred times worse than the previous way he'd put them on my nipples.  I began to protest, through the gag with a muffled "No, no, no", but he said "Count down from ten for me, then I'll take them off."

In my gagged, not really sounding like I was saying numbers way, I counted down, thinking I was literally dying of painful nipples the whole time.  When I got to one, he did take them off and put them right back on in the slightly less painful way.  
He continued fucking me while pulling back on the chain, then he moved the clamp down to my cunt.  That felt good and painful as he moved in and out of me, tugging and pulling at the clamps.  I came a bunch.

He got done fucking me and it was time to get up and get things done.  


TMI Tuesday

1. What do you find sexiest in a woman?

Personality.  Someone who takes charge but is also fair and kind.  

2. What do you find least sexy in a man?

A bad personality.  I don't like jerks.

3. Have you ever been the other woman or man? Would you do it again?


4. Who puts more into a romantic relationship you or your significant other?

I think both of us.

5. Do you have a “work wife” or “office husband”?

No, and I think that's a ridiculous idea, especially if you are actually married to someone completely different.  Why not just call them a close friend, since that is what they are?  

Bonus: Are you in a healthy relationship? What makes you think so?

Yes. We rely on each other quite a bit, and we are in love. Disagreements are rare and quickly resolved.  All the "violence" is consensual.

Bonus, bonus: Is the “work spouse” strictly a U.S. American anomaly (they do spend an insane amount of hours at work)? One study found 32% of Americans admitted to having a work spouse.

I have no idea.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Week of Freaking Out

I was freaking out this week, starting Wednesday and continuing Thursday, and then also part of Friday.

I had a feeling of doom that I couldn't shake.  Everything made me nervous but I couldn't put my finger on any one problem that was causing my feelings. 

I tried telling my Master all the things that were bothering me, but that didn't really help.  I didn't feel like I was able to deal with any of the challenges of life, no matter how small, but I just kept on with one foot in front of the other, faking my way through dealing with it until I was doing it.  I obsessed a lot about all the things I should be doing but was not. 

We had invited a bunch of people for a party and bonfire on Saturday, but as of Friday had only 5 friends and two relatives coming, and one maybe.  I had this bad feeling that everyone was going to cancel at the last minute and it wouldn't be much of a party.   Then all the friends cancelled except one.   It's difficult to have a potluck that way, but the older kid cooked some broccoli chicken with Master, and I made pies.  We played games and had a bonfire and it was just a really nice and relaxing time for me.  

Friday was really the turning point for my bad mood, though.  Master had the day off and he wanted to use me.  I was having a hard time with this, although I wanted to, I also just felt bad and ambivalent.   By the time he started whipping me with his single tail, my ambivalence was gone and I was thoroughly immersed and enjoying everything.   Pain has a way of focusing me, making me forget all my extraneous worries.    The rest of the day, and into Saturday too, I was back to my happy self.  

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Spice It Up

1. Why should you have sex on a first date?

Because you like sex.  I can see lots of reasons not to have sex on a first date, but really it depends on how you feel about dating, relationships and sex.  I prefer to not date and just have sex, or bdsm only.

  2. Why do you dislike giving oral sex?

I don't.   I used to dislike it, but with practice and much reinforcement it has now become one of my favorite things. 

  3. Tongue or no tongue? Explain.

Tongues are good for a lot of things.  Yes, to the tongue! Kissing or oral sex, I use the tongue.

  4. Would you have a sugar daddy or sugar mama?

Hmmm.  I guess if my Master allowed me.  I doubt that would ever happen, those positions go to leggy 20- somethings, don't they?

  5. What’s a sure sign that you need to get laid?

Everything looks like sex.  Or I'm just crabby for no reason.  Either way, sex is a good cure. 

Bonus: Right this very second, which do you prefer– to make love or fuck like a wild animal?

I always prefer violent fucking.  There may have been a time when I liked gentle love making, but it was at least 6 years ago.

Discretion and Temptation

Sometimes I get the very wicked temptation to say the wrong thing out loud.

Today, for example.

I met a group of people at a Pokemon raid bright and early this morning because the new raid boss came out last night.  They are not exactly friends but not strangers either since we have become acquainted through Pokemon Go.   Most of them were talking about work, how they had to finish up this raid and then get to their jobs by 9:00.   One had already been to work, and then ran out to do this raid but had to be back for a meeting.  I wanted to say something about why I couldn't stay and do raids all morning, but the truth would have been highly inappropriate.  

It would have been something like "I have to get back to my job as a sex slave in case my Master wants to beat me and fuck me when he gets home."  

So I said nothing.

Discretion, I have it!  

Songs My Master Sings Me

 Master sang me this song while beating on my ass with two canes.

Oh ksst was a good slave,
She gave lots of head,
And the lips of her cunt were
Pink, purple and red.

Her head hair was golden, 
her cunt it was bald,
And her tight little asshole,
Is occasionally plowed.

I beat her in England,
I fucked her in France,
The one thing they say is
She's quick out of her pants.

So come all you Masters, 
Where ever you're found,
Let's beat her and fuck her,
Right here on the ground.

Here is the original:

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Here's Piss in Your Eye

Master took me upstairs this morning, when my back was feeling a bit less non-functional, and he had me on my back teasing me with the tip of his cock.  I wanted it inside me so bad I was making all the noises of desperation, but he cruelly would not stick it in. 
 I began begging in earnest, "Please. Please. Please, Master."

"Please, Master, fuck me" I whispered.

"What's that?" he asked, still just rubbing on the edges.

A little louder, "Please, Master fuck me!"

"What? You want me to masturbate on your face and leave you horny and unsatisfied? That's what you said?" 

I groaned in frustration and he just smiled at me.   

"Whatever you want Master", I said, hoping.

Finally, after ages, he thrust into me and made me come at once.  

He gave me many orgasms and then pulled out and fucked my mouth.  Just as I felt his come hit the back of my throat he told me to orgasm again and I did.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and wiped more of his jizz all over my face.  

In the shower, a bit later, he commanded me to kneel.  
"Kneel, slave", just like that.  I never get tired of hearing that command.  
I knelt.   He lifted my chin in his hand and pissed all over my chest, then raised up the stream into my mouth and in my eye.   

It's been a fabulous day.  

Saturday, November 25, 2017

The One Good Thing

The one good thing about having thrown my back out yesterday is that I can't feel if my foot hurts or not anymore because my back is screaming.  

All I did was bend over to pick up a pair of pants to put in the laundry and my back went CRUNCH. 

This morning I couldn't bend enough to tie my own shoes.  Master did it for me.  But then he had to go to work.   After a bunch of Ibuprofens and some stretching I managed to get to where I could take a shower and get dressed.  I hate this back of mine.  

Friday, November 24, 2017

Thursday, November 23, 2017


I am thankful for

-Master who loves me and hurts me in all the hottest ways.
-Healthy children who are interesting, kind and successful.
-My parents.
-My animals.
-My friends, who are amazing and supportive, especially Mystique.
-Trees, the sun, grass, the moon and the rain.  
-My new car.
-This crazy puppy who keeps me laughing.

 What are you thankful for?


Did I mention I really love whips?

Probably I have.  I really do.

After some cock-sucking and porn Tuesday afternoon, his day off, Master took me upstairs and told me to turn around.  I grabbed the dresser. He grabbed the bullwhip.  The really big one.

I shivered a little bit and waited.

He began with a light whipping which increased rapidly to painful, but never broke skin.  Then he traded it off for the belt, which smacked into my back and butt with solid thuds.   He got out the stingy floggers and on top of the soreness already dealt out from the whip this soon had me yelping and wincing.   He let me get on my knees then and he switched back to his belt, beating me on the back and ass as I sucked.  

We moved to the bed and he told me to go fetch the glass dildo.  When he touched it to my cunt it was nearly ice cold, and I moaned, but quickly warmed it inside me.  I sucked him while he used the dildo in a rapid fire piston motion to give me several huge, squirty orgasms.  Then he told me to be on top and do all the work to get him off.  I did gladly, because it is a pleasure for me as well, especially when he let me use the vibrator at the same time.  He punched and slapped my breasts, and then fondled them gently, massaging the soreness, which drove me right over the edge.   I rode up and down quickly in just the way that he likes, to make him come too. 

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Productive Day

I had a pretty productive day.  I know, not as busy as some of you who are getting ready to host family, but pretty good for me.

-Cleaned the fridge.
-Went to physical therapy.
-Worked sheep with Pepper. Fed the sheep.
-Cleaned the yard.
-Took kids for haircuts (found out the day before Thanksgiving at a drop in place is not the best day to go).
- Took kids to the optician.
-Did some work on the computer.
- Made party potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner.
-Made meatloaves (3) for dinner tonight.    

This week Master and I also watched the Netflix series Alias Grace.  It was pretty interesting, I thought.  It's about a woman, a housemaid, accused of double murders in the 1840s. 

TMI Tuesday: Then and Now

1. What was your favorite band in high school?

The Beatles

2. What is your favorite band now?

I still like the Beatles, but I don't listen to them that much anymore.  I'm not sure I have a favorite band now.   Some that I like that are newer are Pink and The Dixie Chicks. I listen to a lot of old music too, like Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong- they are a couple of my favorites.

3. What was your go to “make me feel better” food in high school?

Cereal.  I ate SO MUCH cereal. 

4. What is your go to “make me feel better” food now? Why?

Chocolate.  It wards off dementors.
5. Fill in the blank:  That _____ was then; this _____ is now.

I'm drawing a complete blank on these blanks!  Maybe I will come back to it.  Or not.

Bonus: Where were you and what were you doing on November 21, 2016?

I was having a little Honest Talk with my Master.  

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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

How To Aftecare Part 2 AKA Slavelife

After a hard session with the cane was done, we were lying in bed and I reached around and felt my ass.

"It's really warm," I commented to Master.

"You should get up, go out, and feed the sheep while your butt will keep you warm", he told me.   I knew the air was freezing and the wind was whipping around outside, so I was not that keen to get out of the warm bed.

 I did anyway. 

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Belts and Bonfire

I waited for Master on the floor in our room.  He came in and told me to get naked- I was wearing my robe because of the cold.  After I threw my robe off to the side he came and stood directly in front of me, looking down.  I knew what he wanted, so I took his cock in my hands and then in my mouth.  He was making all the good noises of pleasure, which spurred me on to be even more enthusiastic.  Then he reached just to the side where the machete lay.  Who else keeps a machete on their ironing board?  No one I know!  

He pressed it up against my neck.  I could feel wetness between my legs starting to become a river down my thigh.  Master used the flat edge of the knife to beat my ass, the hard metal so unforgiving.  I kept at my sucking though, not daring to stop.

Then he pushed me backwards and laid the machete across my neck.  He entered me, and it was almost TOO wet, if such a thing is possible.  I was already soaked.  It felt wonderful, and I came quickly. 

  He had me get up and stand facing my dresser.  I could hear him taking his belt out of the loops behind me.   There were many snaps around the air behind me, to give me a good dose of anticipation, before he began to connect.   After a good belting, he fucked me doggy style on the floor.  He looped his belt around my neck and that was amazing.  I can't even describe how much I love that.

He took me to bed and said he wanted me to tease him, to use any part of my body I would like, but not do it enough to make him come for 45 minutes.  I'm a good teaser.  I went all up and down his body and used every part, but I got him so excited in the end that he couldn't wait, and he flipped me over to my stomach and came inside me.  That was only about 20 minutes!  But I'm not allowed to refuse when he says "Roll over", so that was that.  

We also had a bonfire Saturday, and a bunch of kids over here (that was well after our play time).   The kids were so different than last year.  They are the same friends, but now they seemed quieter and more mature.  

I started feeling sick and achy pretty early so I went to bed. I didn't even hear the puppy escape from her crate and Master calling her and trying to catch her as she ran all over the house like a nut (she does that to look for her toys).  Master told me about that in the morning.  

Saturday, November 18, 2017


This week I have gone into a blogging slump again, as well as just an over all slump. 
We found out Monday that our 11 year old dog, Ben, had cancer that wasn't really fixable.  We put him to sleep on Tuesday, cancelling the plans we had made to go out because we were just too sad.

 Good bye, sweet Bennie. 

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

TMI Self Care

1. Have you ever had a professional massage? If yes, what type? If no, why not?

Yes, once. I had a Thai massage and it was WONDERFUL.
 I loved it.

2. Do you engage in the following? Tell us all that apply and how often you do it a. yoga b. tai chi c. float therapy d. run/jog e. workout–any that isn’t actually training for something but is for physical fitness maintenance f. other – what?

I do a tiny bit of yoga and tai chi- just enough to stretch and relax me in the morning.   I used to walk or jog but can't right now with my foot problem.  I'm doing physical therapy for that- I just went to it this morning. It's pretty nice- a little foot massaging.

3. How many hours of sleep do you average on a weeknight? Weekend? Do you think you need more or less sleep?

I sleep about 7 hours a night on a weekday or weekend.  It makes little difference because my body wakes me up automatically on the weekend too.
I always feel like I would like a few more minutes, but once I'm awake I can't.  I tend to fall asleep during tv shows at night.

4. Which of the following are you most likely to add to your self-care routine and stick with it? a. Schedule in a planner daily “me time” b. Acupuncture c. Take a moment at the end of each day and consciously list a few good things in your life. d. Turn off phone and step away from computer/tablet for 4 hours a day

 a. no.  b. no.  c. maybe  d. yes, many days.

5. What do you do for self-care either physically, spiritually or emotionally?

  I don't know. 

 Bonus: Today, make sure you give yourself some love–self-care.

I'm not really in the mood.  Feeling very sad.  How about if I just eat everything?  

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The Rest of It: Role Playing or Something

Soooo, I left some things out of my post about role playing, because things were just getting too confused in my mind.

Here is the rest of it.

Master told me his fantasy while he was paddling my ass.  I was tied in rope, and wearing a see-through black nightie. 
 He asked, "Do you want to hear my fantasy? It's pretty terrible.  You won't like it."

How can I resist that?  Yeah, I wanted to hear it. 

He began "You lead me up to the bedroom on some pretext.  You close the door and lean back against it.  You ask me "Well, what next?"   I kiss you. I pull down your jeans and finger you, and then I carry you to the bed and we fuck."

I said, amid more paddling, "That doesn't sound terrible at all."

He reproved me, "Oh, come on.  You know why it is terrible."

Yes, I did know.  That's the thing about having been together for 30 years.  Sometimes I know what is in his mind without him saying it.  From one phrase, I knew that wasn't me in the fantasy at all. 
 I knew exactly who it was and why he thought it was terrible.  Why he thought I wouldn't like it.  I used to be more jealous than I am now.

When we went upstairs, I leaned back against the door and putting on my best pouting face, asked him "Well, what next?"

That was when he kissed me, thrust his fingers up into me, and then threw me down on the floor.  That was when he was asking me if I were still a virgin.   I know she wasn't a virgin, but what are details, right?  

Right after I said "I want to be yours forever, Master", I added "I heard your wife likes girls.  I bet she won't mind if I join you."

Master said "It doesn't matter.  She doesn't have a choice.  Choices are for people." 

Then he gave me the flashlight.


Today Is the Day (Fantasy Story Part 3)

It's going to be the day that I finish up a few things, including the last part of this story that I started writing.  

The first part was HERE.
The second part was HERE.

When we last left our heroine and the Professor, she was kneeling in the shower waiting for him to make his will known.
She had her suspicions, but found insider herself an overwhelming dread of knowing for sure.

He unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper, and removed his pants and undershorts.  His cock was straining toward her and she couldn't help staring.  He stepped up to the edge of the shower stall and commanded coldly, "Look up at me."  

She looked at him just as he began to piss on her.  The warmth splashed over her breasts, over the bra she'd tossed carelessly on the floor and then had been required to put back on.   He pissed right into her face, over her eyes and nose and lips.  

"Open your mouth".  The ultimate shame curled tortuously around in her stomach, but she obeyed.  
The taste was like the smell; she did not enjoy it.  

When she opened her eyes and he was smiling down at her, the ordeal was worth everything.  He was pleased by her obedience!  She smiled back up at him and thanked him. 

He allowed her to wash herself in the shower, and to remove her bra. He gave her a warmed towel afterward.  When she was dry, he took her back to the large desk and positioned her completely naked body over it.

He began caning her slowly and methodically, warming her bottom until she was straining slightly backwards to receive each blow.  The strikes became harder, stinging to make her gasp and clench her hands to her head in the effort to control her impulse to wiggle out of the way. 

"Just ten more now, dear" he said gently to her.

She could stand ten more, just ten, she knew she could.

He counted them off, and when they were done he stroked her flaming bottom, making her quiver with desire.  He touched her between the legs, rubbing and patting.  She moved against his hand, forgetting all pretense of decorum, thrusting her hips against his fingers with the effort to achieve satisfaction.  When his two fingers slipped inside her, she exploded in waves of clenching orgasm.  Then he was taking her, pulling her hips back against his, flooding both of them with pleasures.   

When he'd finished with her, they got dressed, her leaving off the drenched bra.  They kissed lightly.  He touched her hair.  She walked out of the office and down the hall, pausing briefly in a deep shadow at the top of the stairs to look back over her shoulder.  She didn't see him watching her go. 

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Role playing Or Something

"Are you a virgin?" he asked as he pried my legs apart and rubbed his cock against my slit.

I looked up at him  "No," I said simply.

"Yes, you are," he told me.

"Are you a virgin?"  He asked again.

"Yes, I am". 

"Not for very much longer" he growled.  

"Wait, no! We can't!  I have a boyfriend," I lied.  "He'll be upset if you take my virginity and he didn't get the chance."

"As soon as we're done here, I want you to go to him.  Don't shower.  Take him to his room and get him to lie on the bed.  Fuck him, all painful and bleeding as you are, make him think he's the first."  

He thrust into me. There was no pain, not like the first time.  I willed there to be pain, but there wasn't any.   I thought back to when he really did take my virginity.

"No, stop, you can't!" I struggled and pushed, but his hand was holding me down by the hair, and his weight was too much.  

"What's my favorite 4 letter word?" he grinned down at me.

"I don't know.... is it 'fuck'"?   

"That's a good one, but no, not fuck",  he said.


"No, not cunt.  Ok, I'll tell you," he said.  "It's rape."  I looked into his eyes then. 
"You know why you can't get away?"

I pushed back harder but he wouldn't budge.  

"It is because you are liking this too much."

"I want you to be my Master forever, Master", as I was thrusting my hips up to meet him.  I did like it too much.   "I will dump that rotten boyfriend I had." 

He got up and came back with a flashlight.  

what the..... (I did not say this out loud).

"Get in bed and get a towel."

Once I was lying on my back he handed me the flashlight.  "Call your boyfriend and tell him you're masturbating.  Tell him you are coming over to fuck him."


I held up the flashlight like it was a phone and pretended to dial.   

"Hi.... it's me" (I couldn't think of a name for my fake boyfriend).  

My Master had his fingers in my cunt and mouthed "Say you are masturbating".

"I'm masturbating" I said into the flashlight.   "I want to come over and fuck you".

Master said a little louder "Tell him all about it. Talk dirty".

"What, no one is here!  I'm just talking to myself," I said to my flashlight.  

"I've got my toy... yes, of course I have a toy (I giggled like a self conscious virgin caught using a sex toy).  I've got it in my pussy.  It feels so good.  I'm thinking about your cock. I want to come over there and I want you to fuck me.  Ohhhhhh (I moaned like a porn star)."  

My Master took me and fucked me as I talked.   He came with a loud groan.

"What? No!  I'm just watching some porn now.  I'll be there soon".

"You're mine now, you fucking cunt, tell boyfriend good bye," my Master said loudly, so he would be sure to be heard.

"Well, bye..." I hung up my flashlight.

KOTW: Cutting and Tearing (Clothing)

The cutting and tearing of clothing is an enjoyable and hot thing for my Master and for me.  The picture above is the aftermath of one such play session.  I had stockings and panties which were shredded either by his hands or a knife or both.  Those white flecks are not camera artifacts, but bits of fabric. 

The violence is the main reason it is so exciting.  Other than that, I'm not sure I could explain it.   It's just hot.  It's violating, violent, delicious.

Because he is a kind Master, he often asks me if I'm wearing some of my favorite panties before he cuts them off, or he tells me to wear some that are not my favorites ahead of time.   I have had to go out and buy more underwear just for the reason of losing so many this way!  It's way more fun than just letting them wear out.  


Monday, November 6, 2017

TMI Tuesday: For something different

We are to create a story using these words:  
Albert Einstein
Olive Oil
Eight (8)
He was dragging her across the kitchen floor by one arm.  As he did so, he kicked the fallen eggbeater out of his way, heading toward the bedroom, railing at her the whole time,
 "Who do you think you are, Albert Einstein?  Do you think you are better than me? You have that fancy fucking degree from college and here I'm just working for a living so you think you're better than me?  Smarter?  I don't think so, you dumb bitch." 
He made an abrupt detour away from the bedroom toward the living room. 
Toward the Closet.  
She peered out from wet lashes at the rain streaking down the window above the sofa on the far side of the room.  All around, the empty walls where pictures of smiling children should have been.
"You're just a whore now Missy! A dumb whore!"  With this declaration he threw her into the closet and locked the door.   She counted eight breaths in and eight breaths out, trying to calm herself in preparation for what she knew was coming next.  She didn't know if that would be in minutes or hours.

Two minutes later he returned and snatched open the closet door. 

"Bend over the couch" he snarled, unscrewing the cap to the bottle of olive oil.  
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Date Today

I have a lunch date today and I'm getting excited!

I was feeling overly tired and kind of down all weekend, but I think I'm a bit better now.  I went to bed at 8:30pm, and then woke up at 10:30pm.  Master spanked me and had sex with me then, which always improves my outlook on life.   He's been working way too much lately, and I miss him a lot.

Thursday, November 2, 2017


We shower together once or twice a week.   This time he didn't want me to wash him, and he didn't want to wash me.  He stepped in after I'd already started and told me to kneel.   He held his cock and I knew what was coming.  After he'd started pissing on me, he told me to stand, turn around, and bend over.   He pissed on my cunt, told me to come, which I did with the warmth trickling across me.  He raised up his aim and pissed on my ass.   Then he turned me around and told me what a nasty hole I was, as I grinned up at him.  Then he got out of the shower, leaving me to finish washing myself in the warmth. 

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Whip and Hood

Yesterday was Master's day off and we spent the afternoon engaged in some fun debauchery.

He had me blow him (not to a finish) first, and in between sessions of fellatio, he paddled me with the cutting board and the cane.   We watched some terrible pornography.  

The dialogue! 

"You must really want this, you even bought duct tape!"  

Yes, someone actually said this in a porno.  I couldn't do anything but laugh until the paddle hit the same spot again and again and I stopped laughing.

My Master fucked me as I bent over the kitchen table, still with the porn in front of us.

Then we went upstairs.  He had me on the floor, fucking me from behind, then pulled me upright and up against my dresser. He whipped me with his heavy belt, and the bull whip. I was driven to orgasm by this whipping.   There was fucking and sucking and more caning.  He brought out the hood and set it on top of my head, pulling it only half way down so my mouth was still available.  I was on my knees in front of him, sucking and half-hooded.   He had the machete now, which he used to beat me as I pleasured him.  This is challenging, just so you know!

He pulled the hood down completely then and buckled it on.  He helped me up and guided me to my spot against the dresser.  I breathed in and out, inhaling the leather scent of the hood and hearing my own breath sounds magnified in my ears.  Everything became more intense and concentrated by the hood.  Master began to flog me.  I danced around a bit when it became painful, and he kept going.  I could feel the whip marks from the bullwhip re-stung by the floggers.  

Then he came up close behind me, grabbing me around the neck and by one of my breasts, squeezing hard.  I yelped a little, and he told me to orgasm.  Wetness dripped down both my legs.  Master led me to the bed and fucked me with the dildo, using the Hitachi on me at the same time until I was a wrung out from so many orgasms.  Then he fucked me until he came too. 

 It was an amazing time.  He asked me later which part was my favorite, but I think all the parts were my favorites.


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Bonus Post

Through some last minute cramming, I reached my goal of 20 posts for the month!   

This is a bonus post, but not a very big one.  


Sunday Sex Day

It's getting cold here now, and what better time to get all heated up in bed?  

Sunday afternoon we somehow lucked out in that both kids went to different friends' houses.  It wasn't planned but it just worked out that way at the last minute.   And what did Master and I do?

We went to the hardware store and then played Pokemon.  And the grocery store.  

But that was because we'd already discretely and quietly fucked earlier in the morning (I hope it was quiet, anyway).   Master also beat me with the cane quite hard.  I bit the pillow.   

Sunday night at bedtime he wanted me again.  I was all snuggled down warm and cozy in bed but he pulled back the covers and shoved my legs apart.   This was just a quick use of his slave's cunt and then we cuddled up for sleep.   


Saturday Herding Day

Saturday my Master had to work all day, and I had arranged herding lessons for 5 different dogs, with their various owners.  The best part was that one of them was owned by a friend I haven't seen in at least a decade, never mind the fact that she only lives 2 hours from here.  We just never manage to get together, though I'm usually up for it, she is busy with her own things.  But she just happened to be in town and came by to see if her dog still liked sheep.   And, hopefully, also to see me.

I was a bit worried about how my foot would hold up (I have plantar fasciatis) but I took large amounts of Vitamin I and taped the heck out of it, and I stretched a lot.  I spent about 2.5 hours walking in circles with the various dogs, and my foot did pretty well.  Some of the dogs were GREAT, and some were not really up to the job, but I think everyone had fun anyway, except probably the sheep.   (Sorry guys, but you have to earn your keep some days).   

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What Makes You Feel

 I answered this question someone asked, and have expanded it a little bit for reposting here. 

What makes you feel loved/owned/close to your Master?

When he tells me to do things.
When he tells me not to do things.
When he pets my hair.
When he randomly gropes or smacks me.
When he tells me he loves me.
When he tells me every night that I'm his and I'm a good slave, and he hooks on my leash.
When I serve him.
When he does nice things for me, like when he rubs my sore foot as we watch Vikings.
When I wait on my knees for him to come upstairs, or to come to bed.
When he tells me I need to do better.

When I have failed in his service and he lets me know.
When I have succeeded in his service and he says "Good slave".
When we have sex or do s/m things.
When we go out together.
When we stay home together.

Monday, October 30, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Thinky Thoughts a little early

1. What do you think about when you’re alone in your car?

Usually what gyms I am going to go take over in Pokemon Go.  If I'm on a long trip I like to have audiobooks to entertain me and give me something to think about.  More rarely I will be thinking about our relationship aspects, something I read somewhere, or how great it would feel to be caned/whipped/have sex.

2. What advice do you have for your previous lover?

I have nothing.  I'm not really into giving unasked for advice.  They didn't ask me, so...

3. What  inspires you?

The Tao of Pooh and the Dalai Lama.

4. If you were to get rid of one person in your life, who would it be and why?

Already done, bam.  Why wait around?  I don't need to be in contact with people I can't stand.

5. How do you cope when your level of sexual desire doesn’t match your partners?

My Master has a motto for this:  "Suffer, bitch".  That's pretty much it, besides repeating my mantra to myself.

Bonus:  Are you single, why? Are you married, why?

I'm married to my Master, and have been since 1993.  Why? Because we made a lifelong commitment to each other and being married has advantages, especially socially with family when you are going to be together forever. 

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Sunday, October 29, 2017

Halloween Fantasy

Note: this is fantasy.  I like to start out with that lest people be mislead. 

Master told me at 7:00 pm that we were going out to a Halloween party and I should get dressed.   I put on my Dolores dress and he wore his black suit.   With a stern, foreboding look he disallowed the wearing of any under garments for me.  He also told me to wear the leather collar.

We stepped outside into a brisk, damp chill of late October Wisconsin night.  It was already dark and the coyotes were having a fit about something in the distance.  I shivered as I opened the gate and got in the passenger seat.  Master had me lift my long skirt up so I was entirely visible to him from the waist down, but he didn't touch me.  I saw him glance over now and then, which alone made me feel lustfully heated.

After an hour and a half of travel we turned in to the gravel drive of a country house I'd never been to before.  The driveway was long and overhung with grim trees.    As we bumped along slowly, I saw in front of us a black shape ease out of the darkness and then slide across to vanish on the other side.  "Cat", I thought.  Or perhaps a fox.  Maybe somewhat large for a fox, but the movement wasn't casual enough to be dog-like.

Master parked the car to the side of the drive under a huge oak tree, still with many dry leaves clinging, although the maples and birches of the forest had already dropped their clothing for the winter.  

He took out of his black bag a blindfold and tied it around my eyes.  

"Wait here", he told me.   

I became apprehensive, but I didn't protest.  I waited in the car for perhaps five or ten minutes, listening intently, not moving.  I heard the sounds of him leaving, the car door being shut, gravel crunching.  A quick knock and the sounds of muffled voices.

Minutes of silence.  An owl called out "Who cooks for you. Who cooks for you" into the night.  I felt chilled.

More minutes of silence, then footsteps on the gravel, as of several approaching persons.  They didn't speak.

My car door was opened and someone silently helped me out of the car.  The hands did not feel familiar.  They were rough and sure.  I inhaled deeply the scent of unfamiliar men, trying for any clues about my situation.  It had to be men; I can tell. My arms were bent firmly behind my back and tied at the wrists.  Another hand stroked my neck gently before gripping my collar tightly.  I was lead this way, one hand on my collar from the front and another on my hands in the back, over the rough gravel.  I concentrated on keeping my balance in boots not made for roads this rustic.  

"Step up" a strange, hoarse voice commanded from the man holding my collar.  "Three steps".  

I carefully felt my way up the stairs and across a porch before hearing the door creak open and the sound of a slamming old farmhouse style screen behind.   The interior was warm and smelled lightly of cinnamon.  I was lead, still by at least two men, down several hallways until I heard a door close behind us.   This room did not smell of cinnamon, but of a heavy musty scent tinged with a strange metallic flavor.  The house was much larger than it had looked from the front. 

The men pushed me to my knees and I heard the click of a knife opening.  

"Dolores."  It was my Master speaking.  "It's time you and I became reaquainted".   He gripped the neck of my dress tightly and I felt the knife point on my skin.  I held very still, despite my quaking inside.  

He ripped into the fabric with the knife, shredding the dress.  The knife move down to a spot just below my ribs and pressed in.  Fear gripped me.  He wasn't letting up, but cut just into my skin until I felt a trickle going down my side.  I sobbed and began to beg "Please no" very faintly.  No one took notice.

"Slave" he said, "Stand up".   I stood and the top half of the dress was ripped away.  The knife was placed against my lips now.  The metallic scent in the air was redoubled.  "Kiss it".  I pressed trembling lips against the metal, repelled and excited by my own blood. 

He led me forward a few steps and pulled my neck down until I was resting the top half of my body on a bench of some sort.  My hands were released from behind my back only to be chained with cuffs to the bench over my head, both restrained at once by two separate sets of hands.   

My skirt was hiked up to my waist by yet a third person, and a cold metal sharpness placed against my inner thigh.   My legs were being chained apart by the hands that had just secured my wrists.  A gentle hand replaced the metal between my legs, probing for wetness.  I felt a weight on my back as the man leaned over me.  I could feel him fumbling between touching me and undoing his own pants.   I felt his cock rubbing me, teasing me, not fucking me.   For long minutes this went on as I grew wetter and more desperate to be taken.  I wasn't even sure which of the men was my Master now, or even if he was still in the room.  My cunt seemed to have a mind of its own, not caring about that, only wanting to be filled by something long and hard.  

The man stepped back.  "Oh no" said my Master, his voice coming from in front and to the right of me, "We need to fix this little slut up more before fucking her." 

I felt the knife again, this time sliding down the back of my leg.  Sliding hard, pricking me painfully.  I knew there was going to be blood.   Across my ass, cutting sharply, I could feel the wetness and I cried out in fear more than pain, although the pain was bright and clear.  Two sets of hands were on my ass then, rubbing around the wetness, rubbing it down lower into my asshole and into my cunt. 

I heard my Master again.  "These men have given me a decent amount of money for you slave, for your use.  I will be back when they are done with you."  

Fear gripped me.  I tried to protest, to call out my pleas for him not to leave me with strangers; wanting the man I trust to watch out for me to stay.   My pleas were cut short by a sharp slap to my upturned face. 

"Hush, slave, and be obedient to them, like you would be for me."  

I heard his footsteps retreating across the wood plank floor and I despaired.


Saturday, October 28, 2017

Good morning!

This morning I got up like every morning to make breakfast for Master.  It's a freezing, cold, damp, windy fall day.   A good day to stay indoors by a fire.  Too bad I have a full schedule of sheep herding lessons for the day!  I'll be out in it if they don't cancel because of the weather.

The good part of my morning is Master telling me to come out and open the gate for him.  I was wearing my leopard print bathrobe as usual, so I slipped on my down parka over it, and my muck boots instead of slippers.  I'm sexy and I know it.

As I stand there with the gate open, Master pulls up and looks at me significantly.  Part of my gate opening duties is always flashing him some tits, but this time I have to open the coat snaps and then find my way through the robe to do it.  Then he tells me to turn around, bend over, and lift up my robe.  I do it with a cheeky grin around at him.   Then we say our "I love yous" and he heads out to work.  It's a good start to the day.  

How Cruel

It's a pet peeve of mine to have pubic hairs in my mouth.  I know, how silly, right?  But the other night I'd been sucking Master...