Tuesday, January 31, 2017

February is Photo Month!

This month I am following along with Molly's February Photofest challenge to post at least one erotic photo taken by me or of me every day.  I suspect this will be difficult, but hopefully also fun and encourage some creativity. 

 I am excited about this, and have already begun talking photos.  My Master did as well, although he says he won't BE in any of the photos. 

 It just hit me that I have come a long way since I was horribly embarrassed to publish a photo of me showing major cleavage on the internet 5-6 years ago!

For more information, see this page: http://mollysdailykiss.com/february-photofest/

 
Febraury Photofest

All Fucked Out

It rarely happens to me, but today it did.  I was all fucked out, as in sore cunted, ready to stop, please just cuddle me, I am done like a baked muffin.  Of course we keep going as long as Master wants.

Master had called me on his way home this morning and told me to put a big breakfast on and get ready to be FUCKED.

And I did.  I made eggs and sausages, and I washed myself up a bit, and put on my wrist cuffs, collar, and a black slip.  

He had me wait in the bedroom for him after he'd eaten.   When he came in he told me to stay where I was.  He went around behind and kicked me in the ass and in the cunt.  Then he took some pictures.  I'm sure they will be posted eventually here for the Photofest February.

He took me in one swift hard thrust as I was on my hands and knees and it was painful.  I thought I was ready, but I was not ready enough.  He asked me if it hurt and I said "Yes, Master, it is tight".   He kept going and it hurt so good.   

He stopped to have me suck him and then more fucking, then back to sucking.  He stood me up at the dresser and flogged me.   

Eventually he said he was all done and he was going to wait to come until I got back from the store.  He ordered me not to wash myself, but to go all smelling of sex.  No bra or underwear were allowed, and a skirt was also a must.   Once I was dressed I asked him if I looked ok, and he called me over to the bed to pleasure him once again.  I think he couldn't resist my skirty-ness because he bent me over the bed, lifted the skirt, and fucked me until he had a huge orgasm.   
 
Off I went to the store.  He had also said if anyone stared at me I must be sure to give them a big smile and flirty look.  I was ready.
 I was so turned on that I could feel every brush of my clothes in unexpected ways. 

I was nervous about taking big steps and leaking his come, so I went around the grocery with a mincing feminine gait.   There was almost no one else there, since it was snowing and the roads were kind of bad, and no one stared at me, so no flirting took place.  

I rushed home and unloaded the groceries.  We took a break then, until he wanted me again.  He turned on some sort of porn on the TV while I sucked his cock.   I asked for a spanking.  

He went upstairs and used the bathroom.  I stood at the door watching him and asked if I could go next.  He said "I should make you pee in the snow".  
And he did.  There are pictures of that too.  The snow was sooooo cold on my bare feet.  I think if we do that again I want to wear boots.

I had asked for a spanking, but I didn't reckon on one of such force.   Eeep! It hurt.  But so deliciously good.  He caned and paddled me as I knelt on the floor.  Then he took me again and fucked me in all kinds of ways until I was well and truly fucked out!

Monday, January 30, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Memory Lane

Home:
1. Your current home: House? Apartment? Trailer? Condo? Other?



We live in a little old farm house.  It was built in 1915 and has had a few additions since then, such as indoor plumbing. We still do have the outhouse, a double seater with electric lights that still worked last time I checked.  It has not been used in a while though.

2. Which is bigger, your childhood home or your current home?


I think my childhood home was larger. I do not know the square footage, but it had 3 large bedrooms and one small bedroom upstairs and an attic on top of that.  In our current house, the upstairs is the top, with slanty roofs and all.  There is one large Master (hee) bedroom and 3 small bedrooms.

3. Which is better childhood home or current home? Why?


This home is way better because it is on 10 acres instead of being in the city.  My childhood home was pretty good though. My parents bought it for cheap because it was in an area of white flight. White people were moving out due to fear of living near black people (disgusting, eh?) and my parents moved in there because they weren't prejudiced assholes. It was a diverse neighborhood through my growing up years and still is.  It was also an older house of near the same vintage as this one.   I lived in the same place until I went off to college.

School:
4. What was your favorite subject in school? (consider high school, college, grad school). Why was this your favorite subject?



Animal behavior in college.  I love animals and find them always fascinating. 

5. Are you currently working in a field that you studied in college?


Well, sort of, but not really. I do work with animals, but not in a scientific field.  

Job:
6. Describe your first job.


I did some pet sitting and dog walking as a kid, but the first job I had for a regular employer was a summer job working for my mom's boss. She worked in pharmacology.  My job was to take lists of journal articles, find the journals in the library, check them out, trek them across the hospital, photocopy the articles and deliver them to him.   It was extremely boring, but I also got to do a few other things, like play around with statistical modeling on the computer and some laboratory work, so it wasn't all bad.  

7. What was your favorite job and why?


My favorite was working as a receptionist for my Master, because we got to eat lunch and walk together.  I enjoyed typing up medical histories too.  I don't know that I've had any job that I loved purely for the work part of it.  I liked certain parts of each job, though.  My first real full time job out of college I liked at first, for the responsibility and importance I felt at it.  But after 7 years I pretty much hated it and everything about it.  That was also in a laboratory.

Bonus: What haven’t we talked about in TMI Tuesday that you would like to discuss?

 Pets? 

How to play TMI Tuesday:  click here https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/01/30/tmi-tuesday-january-31-2017/

Hot Moment

This is actually from a week ago Saturday, but it is a moment that keeps turning over repeatedly in my mind. 

Master was standing over the other sub we were playing with, S., getting ready to swap.

L., the other Dom, was in front of me and I was on my hands and knees. 

L. asked my Master, "Would she like to suck S's juices off me?"

My Master answered,

 "She would like to do anything you tell her to."

 

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Ass Beating Saturday

Last night I was so tired.  We had a long walk in the snow together, looking for Pokemon, and then an errand at Lowe's, then got home and I whipped up some dinner.  By the time I'd cleaned everything up I was ready to collapse. 

Master, however, was ready for beating my ass!

This perked me right back up.

I was getting warm under the covers after he allowed me to get in bed.  He ripped them off me with a knowing look.  He took out the tiny flogger and parted my legs, then began striking my cunt.  It was a bit of pain but mostly pleasure and I arched myself up toward him.  He also had the nipple clamps, I noted with dread.  He attached one to my nipple and the other to my cunt lip.  Then he left to go get the camera.  When he returned I was struggling with my breathing; it hurt so bad I only wanted to whimper and hyperventilate, but I was trying to control my breathing because it helps with pain.  

"Breathe", he told me, "It's only pain."   

Well, that's ok then, right? 

 I did breathe, and he took some pictures, and moved the clover clamps, and I breathed (and whimpered some) more, and once again I did not die. After the clamps were off it felt simply amazing; the soreness and tenderness every time he brushed my nipples was exquisite. 

When he ordered it, I flipped over to face down, and he tied my hands to the headboard with the leather strap.  He had gathered up several implements, the new heavy cane, misery stick and holey paddle. He began the ladder game.

He went up to 15.  And then back down again. 
You know the ladder game, right?
It starts out "One". 
And then "One, two."
"One, two, three."
Up to 15 and back down to one. 

By the time he got all the way to 15 and back down again, I was begging for an orgasm.  He told me I must count backward from ten to one first.  Arggggh, it is so hard to wait!

But I did it.   After I had come once he put the vibrator on me and lifted my legs straight up in the air.  He fucked me and smacked me and I came some more.   Then he had me on top and move my hips just right to get him off.   I had a few more intense orgasms before he did.  It was a wonderful Saturday night.  

 I'm saving up the pictures for Photo-a-Day-February.


 

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Shower Sex

We often shower together, at least once a week and sometimes twice.   It is an excellent time for a few minutes of intimacy as well as reinforcing my position as his servant.  

This morning he got in first, then me.  

"Kneel, slave" he ordered, as he often does.  I knelt and he pissed on me, marked me as his property, repeating aloud that I was his and he owns me.  Then he pulled my head closer to suck him, thrusting deep into my mouth.   He rinsed me with the shower hose (we have one of those detachable ones) and helped me stand up.  He told me to turn around and pushed me forward so I bent at the waist.  He took me quickly and fucked me. 

 After he pulled out, I washed him all over, feeling reverently how lucky I was, and then he hopped out so I could wash myself and shave.  

Friday, January 27, 2017

Trust and the Powerful No

I read something this morning by a new submissive that reminded me of how powerful the word NO is to us.

When her Master or Dom agrees to do something even though he doesn't like that thing, her trust falters.  The most demotivating thing you can say to someone who wants to please as their highest goal is "I don't like this, but I'm doing it for you."  

 Can you see her face fall? 
 Can you see her attitude failing?
 You are telling her that her main goal, being pleasing, has failed.
The pleasure she would have taken in that act is draining.

What if you just said no?  She is strong enough to handle it.  She is devoted to your pleasure, not just her own.

"No, we are not doing that today."
"No, you may not do that."
"No, that isn't something I'm into." 
  
If she knows her Dom is able to say no to her, she trusts his "Yes" 100% more, because when he says yes to one of her ideas or suggestions, she believes it will be a pleasure to both of them.

I'm not saying a Dominant can never do things the submissive likes, but what if they phrased it like this instead?  

"I love seeing you in the throes of pleasure. It turns me on as your Master, causing and owning that pleasure."   

 

 

A Used Thing

Yesterday Master used me for my purpose both morning and night.  The morning was quick because he had to get up for work, but he still let me come.

In the evening he put the hood on me and told me to stay still.  I was standing near the bed.  He walked away.  I could feel the space all around me.  It felt different than the space around me when I can see, or even than when I have my eyes closed.  Less than a minute passed, perhaps, and Master returned and guided me on to the bed.  I could barely hear his commands, so I ended up getting smacked for lying down the wrong way and making him repeat himself.

He began fucking me and slapping my tits, slapping my face.  I bit my lip during one of them.  He pinned my arms above my head.  Then he got up for a moment, telling me not to move.  I stayed frozen.  He put my hand on the vibrator and had me hold it while he penetrated me once again.  I had several explosive orgasms, then he put it to one side and ordered me to turn over.  The hood makes me feel even more like a used fuckhole than I usually do.

I lay on my stomach, and was completely preoccupied with finding a position for my head in which the breathing hole wasn't blocked as he entered me.   It was dark, in more than just the obvious way.  Frightening, a little, but other worldly and terribly hot.  When he began to move furiously I hoped he would command me to come because I wasn't sure I could hold mine back when he came.  
He did.

Feeling the space

 

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Being a Slave Means Never Getting To See the Grand Canyon

This is going back a ways, but we end up in the present eventually. 

Back 15 years ago, Master had a job offer from a clinic in Las Vegas.  He was just graduating and I was 8 months pregnant.  

It took a lot of convincing to get me to agree to move to Las Vegas.  I didn't want to be away from all my friends and family to move 1400 miles to where I knew no one and had a new baby to take care of.  Plus, it just seemed really foreign and hostile to me.  I'm not into glitz. I do not like the desert.  I do not gamble.  I like friendly Midwestern people and green pastures. 

Remember, in those days I wasn't a slave and didn't have to agree to everything just because he said so.  But he can be very convincing.  One of the things I really wanted to do out there was see the Grand Canyon, so that was one of the selling points of moving.  Also, he promised he would find me a house where I could have sheep.  We lived in town at that point, but I really wanted some sheep.

He did find a house with a bit of land where we could have 3 sheep and 3 goats, as well as a flock of ducks. Of course the hay had to be imported from Utah because grass doesn't grow in the desert, but a surprising number of people even in the city of Las Vegas keep horses and other livestock.  They are not into making a lot of laws out there.  

We had a one acre plot, and lived between similarly sized lots.  On one side was a very nice Mexican family who spent most of their time training dancing horses and sometimes invited us to parties and on the other some people (Anglos) who kept to themselves and had really a lot of roosters.  I didn't ask.

I learned some Spanish and I learned I didn't much like the desert, although it has beautiful landscapes.  Everything about it is hostile to life: the heat, the dryness, the scorpions and black widows, even the plants are all spiny or poisonous.   There were, however, beautiful places like Mount Charleston and Red Rock Canyon, where we made frequent day trips to hike.


Mount Charleston skiing


 When we moved out to Las Vegas, we drove in a packed minivan with Master, me, our 1 month old baby, my mom who was coming for a two week stay to help us with the baby and getting settled in, 5 dogs and a very whiny cat, plus all our gear.  The furniture was sent with a moving company. 

The road there goes close to the Grand Canyon, and as we were passing signs for it I pretty much begged to go see it but Master said "I've seen it. It's just a big hole in the ground" and my mom also voted "No" to any side trips.  They just wanted to be out of the car, and I do see their point. It was a very long drive. 

 But still, the Grand Canyon!

Master said it is only a four hour drive back from Vegas, we can go there anytime.

Well, over the years that we lived in Las Vegas a couple of trips were planned, but they always had to be scrapped due to one reason or another, which, to be fair, were not Master's fault.

Some time after that, after I became his slave, Master began telling me that the Grand Canyon doesn't really exist and that is why I will never see it.  As his loyal slave, of course, I have to believe what he says.  Right?  Sometimes I am sure that there really is a Grand Canyon, otherwise how did they get all those pictures?  Other times, I don't know, maybe they filled it in?  Maybe there was an earthquake?  No, that's silly, it would have been in the news.





The only thing I know for sure is that if he says I'm never going to see it then I never am. 


  

 







Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Continued Fun


A still capture from the video Master made yesterday.    

Fetlife is where the rest of this video is posted, so if you want to see it you need a membership there.  

Yesterday was Master's day off, and he told me to come wake him up after a nap.   When I did, first I asked if he wanted breakfast or me in bed, and he said I should come in there.  We snuggled for a bit which was nice, but then I started wiggling my butt up against him.

Pretty soon he went from sleepy, snuggly Master to "Whose cunt is this?" and "Spread your legs, fuckhole."  

After the begging for beatings part which was yesterday's blog, he had me standing up by the dresser and got out his belt first.   When I was good and belted, he made the above video while fucking me from behind.  Then he flogged me thoroughly (those new floggers really can hurt when he swings hard!) and ended up with more belt snapping and then the tire tread paddle, which was super ouchy.  My butt is still recovering from that one.  

Then he told me he wanted me to be on top and take him, to play like I was dominant.  Which I did. I teased him a bit.  It is still weird to me, but also fun.  I love making him hot and happy and that sure did.  I went from fucking, to sucking, to caressing him with my tits, and then back to fucking, and repeated all that.  When he "escaped" he spanked me and then fucked me from behind until he came.

This morning I have been following his order to wear my buttplug more and get my ass in shape for fucking.  I put it in, then cleaned the bathroom and did the vacuuming, feeling very slavey about the whole thing. 

A couple more snapshots:




 

 

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Gag

Master tried out our new ball gag on me today. And a blindfold.

What happens when one's Master tells you that you must ask to be beaten but you're all gagged? 

First I tried saying it around the gag. 

"Please beat me, Master" comes out like "mmmmfff eee eee, mffdffpph".

He pretended he couldn't understand me.  So I tried sign language. I got the letters all wrong and anyway he didn't understand that I was trying to finger spell. So then I pantomimed hitting myself.   

"Oh 'beat'"!  

I nod.  I point to myself.  

"Beat you?"

Nod again.  I point to him. 


"Beat you me?"  I made muffled frustration noises.  

He led me carefully out of bed to my beating position because I still couldn't see with the blindfold on.

To be continued...

Sunday, January 22, 2017

A Spit Roast, And I Was Well Done

If I had to pick one act that I love most about group sex, it would have to be being caught between two cocks, penetrated in mouth and cunt at the same time, aka, a spit roast.   There is something overwhelming, objectifying, gratifying, and intensely pleasurable about receiving this treatment for me.   

Back to the beginning, though.

My day yesterday improved considerably when Master got home and we headed out to dinner and then a Kinky and Geeky event/party.  There is gaming, bdsm, and pizza all in one venue, so it is pretty fabulous.   Our plans had fallen through on kink events for months, so I hadn't even dared to get my hopes up for this one, but we made it and it was great!

 Dinner was Thai food before the event.  At one point I felt satisfied even though my plate of food was still half there.  I announced my intention to stop eating before I got too full.  But as we sat talking I kept picking up bits and eating them since it was just too tasty to resist.  Master took my plate and set it over next to him on the far side. He told me that if I wanted any more I'd have to earn it.  I looked questioningly at him.  

"Earn it as in right now. Under the table," he said.  

I looked around at the other people, blushed and looked down, then commented that I really was not hungry anymore.   
He's helpful, huh? 


One we arrived at the event we started with games, because it is always a fun way to meet people, but after a bit I started making "longing eyes" at my Master across the table.  In a few more rounds he took me to the dungeon room and ordered me to get naked and get some rope ready while he would be right back.  I had stripped down to panties and socks by the time he came back and ordered that the panties had to go too. 

He tied a rope karada on me and fastened me to the cross.  He began with the new floggers, which allowed me to relax into the bondage and the rhythm of his strikes.   Unfortunately we were interrupted several times by a new person who had forgotten (??) that you can't talk to people in a scene.  Finally my Master had to stop and tell him that he was being very rude, and the guy apologized and backed off.  I hope the message sticks or he will find himself uninvited to these events very quickly!

 Master's flogging switched to the stingy set and went on for a good long time so I was able to achieve my state of peaceful, yet aroused, focus on him again.  He brought out the wavy Kris paddle.  That wonderful toy has been hidden in our bag for quite some time.  It was excited to get some use again, I know it.  I nearly orgasmed without a command after one particularly hard smack.  I think I managed to contain it (half-orgasm?), but my Master did notice.

A few other things hit my ass, I'm not sure, but when the tire tread paddle came out I took notice!   I'm pretty sure several of the bruises on my ass were due to that implement.  

Master untied me soon after that, and pushed me to my knees right there.  I looked up at him and he nodded, so I knew what he wanted.  I unbuckled and unzipped him, then took his cock in my mouth.  He continued to flog my back and ass as I worked on him, sometimes pulling my hair as a handle with his free hand.  

He maneuvered me to turn me around, placing my head between the legs of the cross, my shoulders braced against it.  He thrust and ground against me with his pelvis but did not take me. I wiggled and pushed back into him, feeling like nothing but an animal consumed by heat.   I could see straight ahead of us, not 15 feet away, some friends of ours playing.  He was fucking her, and she was tied by the arms to another man who was being flogged by a fourth person.  That was pretty hot too! 

After a clean up of our area, Master took me to the recovery room.  That's where they have the snacks.  We got a little pizza, and then as I sat on the floor in front of him he put my hood on.  I was still naked except for the rope harness.   

We rested that way for a while, then I was released and went to look for our friends.  I had talked to them beforehand about playing together.   We met up at a bed and very soon were getting all sexed up in all kinds of ways.  In a short time I found myself on hands and knees with the other man's cock in my mouth and Master fucking me from behind.  That was amazing.   He (L.) took Master's place behind me and fucking went on until my arms were spaghetti.  At one point he handed me a vibrator and gave me an orgasm so powerful I fell over, screamed and for a second they thought I was injured!

Master and I made the long drive home in a thick fog (literal) and I in a slight fog of happysexness.  












Saturday, January 21, 2017

Old Dead White Guys

If you are owned by an intellectual it can occasionally be hilarious, if a little surreal.  

If he goes on a (once a decade) drinking spree one Friday night due to inability to cope with the thought of a Trump presidency, it is more likely that you could be turning the bookshelves upside down looking for his copy of Thucydides: The Peloponnesian War than watching him throw cans at sportsball persons on the TV. 

Rum supplies are looking a little depleted this morning.
   


 

Rough

Last night was rough, and this morning again.  Not in the kinky way, but just a lot of emotions.  

And so, I bring you PENGUINS!!

They always cheer me up, anyway.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Kink Of The Week: Safewords

What we have here is a semi safeword. 

I think safewords can be a valuable tool for play for many people, especially if they like to do any CNC or rape play where the submissive is allowed to say "No, don't, stop!" and not mean it.  The safeword gives them a way to clearly say they need to stop.

However, for all the people who don't use safewords, it can be equally good to simply use "Stop" or explain the problem and expect their partner to stop.  

Because it can't be said enough:

A safeword will not make you safe.  Having a trustworthy partner will go a lot farther to that end than any "magic" word. 

Also, having a safeword is not enough.

There are times when I have gone non verbal during play, and this actually happens to a lot of people.  We become unable to use a safeword, or explain any problem we are having, so it is important that Tops and Doms (and subs for that matter) realize this can happen and do check ins with a new partner if in doubt about their situation, and keep a close eye out on any partner they play with, new or not. 

The reason we have a semi safeword is that to most people, a safeword gives them the absolute right to end the play right there.  I don't have that right with my Master, so mine would be more like a quick warning to him that something is going very wrong with me.  

He would definitely check in with me at that point and then decide where we go from there.   There have been times he has completely taken it away for a session (as a bit of mindfuckery, since I don't actually use it anyway) or he's changed it to something impossible like antidisestablishmentarianism

We use the traffic light system, and there have been times especially while playing in public that he's asked me "What's your color?"  If I can't say green, or I say I'm not sure, he knows where my head is at (muddled).  

If I play with someone else, then my safeword means stop absolutely right now to do a check in.  My Master gives me that right because he wants me to be safe and have a non-traumatic time with others.  It might be OK to continue after the check in, depending what the problem is.  I have used "red" exactly one time now with someone other than my Master.  I have used "yellow" a few times in play with other people. 

Using a safeword is a big deal to me.  No matter how many times I hear people say that using a safeword is not a failure of any sort, deep down inside I partially feel that I have failed if I have to use it.  I feel I have failed to "just take it."   I have tried to talk myself out of this feeling, because intellectually I know it is not the best way to feel, it is not productive or helpful, but sometimes feelings will not be reasonable.   The time I used it, it was my best alternative in the moment, so that is a success, right? 




Read more about the Kink of the Week here:


Thursday, January 19, 2017

Still Sick, But Getting Better

This achy cold turned into an uncomfortable chest cold on Tuesday.  It was Master's day off, but the schools were also closed due to ice on the roads.  I did almost nothing all day except sit in a chair.  

The high points of the day were that Master made chicken soup for dinner and he used me in a way that made me forget I didn't feel good for a short time before bed. 

 I barely slept Tuesday night because lying down made me cough.  Eventually I felt bad about interrupting Master's sleep and went downstairs to lie in a recliner chair.  Not terribly comfortable, but being more upright made the coughing stop so I could sleep for a couple hours.

   Then the schools were closed Wednesday too, and I had to go out for some kids' appointments in the afternoon.  The roads were fine.  I felt like death warmed over.

  Last night I piled up a ton of pillows on the bed and was able to sleep with less coughing, although I was awake a lot even then, so I'm feeling a bit better this morning.   

We had sex last night too.  I tried really hard not to cough on him. :)

Monday, January 16, 2017

Nearly Busted

I thought I was perfectly safe.  Hours until the kids get home from school, right?

So, in keeping with my Master's latest order to use the buttplug, I put it in.  I could tell that my ass was rusty- it took me a few minutes to work it in there.   Then for good measure I shoved a dildo in the other hole and went downstairs to look at porn.  I'm sitting there, not naked, thank God, when the door bangs open and it is the older kid.  

What?  They cancelled school?  It's not even snowing.   An ice storm was predicted, so the schools were sent home early.

I closed my window, and waited until he was upstairs to stand up, because you never know when a dildo is just going to come popping out on the floor, and oh so casually went to the bedroom to remove it. I went ahead and gave myself a a quick orgasm, but it was not the long drawn out one I had hoped for.  I took the plug out and washed up.   Whew, close one! 

 

 

1963

On August 28, 1963 one of the most powerful speeches ever delivered was given at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC.   It's one thing to read it, but quite another to listen.  If you haven't, or not recently, then please take advantage of the link at the bottom.   

We are celebrating Martin Luther King Jr. Day today, as our first black president gets ready to step down after 8 years.  I remember the day Obama's election was announced, I cried tears of happiness thinking of all the ordinary people, my teachers and classmates especially, across the country who were going to look up and see for the first time ever, a US president who looked like them, who had the skin tone that  in the not so distant past would have made him automatically a second class citizen.  I know we have a long way to go in fighting racism.  I see it everywhere in the news these days, so these words will always inspire me that we CAN do better and be better. 


I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. *We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only."* We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
                Free at last! Free at last!
                Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!


Listen to it here: 



TMI Tuesday

1. If you were forced to wear a warning label, what would yours say?

 "It's always the quiet ones."

2. If you were a Sesame Street character, which one would you be?


Definitely Cookie Monster.  


3. If you could have an endless supply of a candy or baked good, what would you get?



Donuts.  I love them too much. But only if I could eat all of them without getting fatter.  Also, cookies. Fudge.  And homemade bread. Om nom nom. D is for donut, that's good enough for me!

4. Who is your favorite villain? Why?



I think that would have to be The Man in Black from Westworld. He's not that good looking, actually he's kind of ugly, but he has a very refined sort of sadistic menace.   The ending of the show ruined that a bit for me, but I won't say why as it would spoil it for everyone.  Still, thinking back to the early shows= oh yeah.  
I'd become better acquainted. 

5. Are you more in tune with sunrise, daytime, sunset or nighttime?


I'm a morning person.  I see the sunrise often.  At night time I get a little bit fuzzy brained and am just hoping for my bedtime to come soon.  I have an excuse today, being sick and all, but it is only 7pm and I am wishing to be in bed.  Soon.  I still have responsibilities, ugh.

Bonus: If you took a job out of your current career path, what job would your take?

I don't have any career path.  But I've often thought I should have been a pharmacist.  It seems like good steady work, it is useful and it helps people.

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Sunday, January 15, 2017

Butt Sex and Crying

I'm sick.  Not just in the dirt perv way, but in the tired all over aching coughing way.  Lucky me, huh?

 One of my kind friends send me some buttsex porn, which cheered me right up this morning, although I couldn't listen with the volume on, I know there was crying.   Ahhh yeah, hot stuff, that.

Master also saw the videos, and got him all hot.  He ordered me upstairs because he just wanted to use me quickly.   There was butt sex and crying.  He said I need to start using my buttplug more so my ass gets a little more used to having things in it.  Even with warming me up with a toy and plenty of lube it was difficult the first time.  I didn't scream though, I just bit down on the pillow and squirmed a lot.  The second time I was more successful at relaxing and it felt, well, painful, but not unbearable.  Painful and good.  I love that after feeling as well, when it seems like my whole mind has been wiped of thoughts, I don't feel sick even, just warm and comfortable.  He let me stay in bed the rest of the afternoon.  
 

Randomness

Me, this morning:  singing along with George Harrison
 My Sweet Lord 
but with different words:  "I really want to blow you".

Yesterday we had a busy day of swimming at the Y,  eating lunch out and then hunting Pokemon.   While changing in the locker room after swimming I noticed that my butt was still quite red from the night before.  I don't think anyone else noticed. 

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Getting The Sins Beat Out of me by an Atheist

My panties ripped surprisingly easily as Master pulled them straight up from under my jeans.  They were already damp.  They were essentially shredded, but the elastic edges held fast, so he grabbed a knife from the kitchen and cut them the rest of the way.  He commented on my dampness and threw the panties in the trash.

"You are such a hole", he stated as he pressed up against me from behind. I had started to wash the dishes.  I set the pan down in the sink and leaned back against him.  I am such a hole, this was my thought- your wet and eager hole.    He pulled my hair and twisted my breast.  Yes, yes, your hole to use and abuse.  I didn't say anything though yet, not aloud. 

  He asked if I wanted to get fucked.  "Yes, Master", my voice finally came to me.  

When I had knelt for him, naked in the bedroom, he kicked me in the ass and cunt.   He undressed and threw his clothes all around the floor and had me fetch them and put them in the laundry basket, chastising me for a messy room.  I felt no shame, only eagerness to serve him.  I knew it was a sort of a game anyway.  

He had me lie face down on the bed.  He got the holey paddle and beat the holy into me.  Sins be gone!  Come to Jesus! O Lord, yes, Master!  When he was fucking me and I moaned out "Oh God, oh God" he replied "Yes, my child?"  I did feel positively beatific.   

At one point I was on top.   He raised his hand and I flinched away. 

"Do you think I am going to hit you? Are you afraid I will hurt you?"

I nodded.

"I get to hit you.  You are mine.  No flinching away."  He held my chin in one hand and slapped my face repeatedly for emphasis.  I nearly came, but he had not given the command, so I struggled to wait.  He held my nose and mouth shut until my chest hurt, then when he released me he told me to come.   Oh holy fuck, yes.   


 

Friday, January 13, 2017

Snow pictures

How the yard looks now:
Here I'm going to get some sticks from the woodshed.  This is my leg, somewhere down there is the top of my boot.



Wednesday, January 11, 2017

My Ass

My ass is sore and it is a wonderful feeling.  Yesterday all our plans for going out were dashed by a huge storm, a foot of heavy wet snow.   I wasn't sad.  We stayed in and fucked. He put the hood on me and beat my ass with many things.  I made food, and then later on gave him a blowjob.   There's nothing like hearing him call from across the house "Slave girl, get in here".  


 

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

TMI Tuesday

1. True or False: Falling in love is a serious thing to do? Explain.

Sure it is. It can change your life, make you miserable if it is the wrong person or time, or make you extremely happy at the right time with the right person.

2. Finish this sentence: I never knew _____ like this.

I never knew cuttlefish ate like this:  
Cuttlefish eating 

3. Would you rather swim with sharks that you know have recently bitten people or swallow live worms? Why did you make that choice?

I would take my chances with the sharks because they probably wouldn't like to eat me, and worms are extremely gross.

4. What is beautiful and most appealing about you?

Tits?  Obedience? Sluttiness?

5. What time is it RIGHT NOW? What were you doing before you started to play TMI Tuesday?

It is 10:51 am on Monday.  Right before this I was attempting to repair something, and then starting to lay a fire in the fireplace. I am still in the middle of both so I should probably go finish.  

Bonus: Are you a little bit damaged? How so?

Nope, I'm just fine, except maybe a little wear and tear from being my age.  I don't like to think of any one as damaged.  It seems dehumanizing to me, in a bad way.

To play TMI Tuesday, click here.

Monday, January 9, 2017

More Hood

Master beckoned me from across the room to follow him upstairs.  It only look a slight look and mouthed words.
He told me to strip.  I took everything off, put my leather collar on in place of the metal, and then he said to get out the hood.

He slid it over my head.  Everything went black except for a small spot of light coming int down by my mouth.  The rough canvas fabric pressed in tighter as he fastened the straps.  One was tight around my temple and the other around my neck just above my collar.   I found out later that the hood also has a handle on the back.  Useful.

Master led me to the bed. I was hesitant in walking blind, but he pushed me on.  When I reached the edge I felt my way to the middle and lay my stomach as he directed.  He had piled up pillows or blankets so my ass was well raised up.  I didn't know what was coming, but I soon recognized the new can he'd gotten at the party Saturday night.  It is rigid and heavy, almost as heavy has his hickory cane.    He tied my hands to the headboard with a leather strap so I was well stretched out.   

Everything feels so different inside that hood.  It's like being there but not really there.  My head tends to float off into other spaces, other times very easily.  Even now when I close my eyes I can practically feel the canvas pressing close to me again.  As he begins to cane me, my breathing sounds very loud and obvious echoing back into my ears, drowning out other sounds, so I have to listen even more closely for any instructions he might give.  The beating went on for a long time with many implements, including the dreadful wooden spoon and possibly the holey paddle.   He stuck his finger in my cunt, then the paddle handle.  Then his finger came into the hole in my mask, tasting all cunty. I sucked on it.  All light was blocked for a few seconds.  

He began fucking me from behind, my masked face buried in the bed.   He turned me over and fucked me more, using the spoon on my tits and thighs.  I came in huge ecstasies.  When he had finished with me from behind again I was deep in subspace, just floating around happily as we cuddled.  He removed the hood and straps.   In a few minutes he covered me with a blanket and got up to practice his trumpet.  Not even those loud sounds could drag me up from where I was. 

 
Unrelated picture, just because




Sunday, January 8, 2017

Floggings

Master's birthday is coming soon and he had mentioned he'd like another paired set of Florentine floggers, different in feel from the first ones he got.  I put in an order for these, and they were personally delivered at the holiday party.  The handle is actually the ball closest to the loop, not the part that looks handle-ish. 


  I think he liked them, as he immediately pushed me over to a corner of the room and began flogging me.  He did my back and then turned me around for the front as well.  I was still wearing my blouse and skirt so I couldn't get as much of a feel for them, but it was still nice.   

We were having a fun little chat during the tit floggings:

Master:  You are being brave not to even cover your face.

Me:  You hardly ever hit me in the face...

Master steps closer and slaps me in the face.

Me: ...except for on purpose.

Then he noticed some crumbs on my clothes and began smacking them with his hand.  Somehow the crumbs on my chest were being very difficult to remove!  

Good times.  


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To Be Hooded and Played With By Unknown Persons

Last night was our munch group holiday party, and it was fabulous.  

There is always a gift exchange, the kind where you draw numbers and other, later numbered, people can steal from anyone that has a gift, or pick an unopened one.  Generally there is a lot of stealing.  

Some years we get stuck with the "gag" gift, but this year I got an actual gag gift.   A ball gag, in fact, with several interchangable ball sizes, which we haven't had before.   Also in my gift box was brownie mix, a clown porn DVD (this may have be to be re-gifted next year), and best of all, a canvas hood.  I had never worn a hood before, so I was excited and apprehensive all at once.  I know some people love them and others have a claustrophobic/panic response, but I had no idea how I would feel about it.  

On his turn, Master stole from someone else one of the gifts that I had brought!   I bought two things for the exchange, in separate packages: a set of cuffs and a cane from The Stockroom. One of those was from him, but he lets me do the shopping. I'm just going to say that the cuffs were from him as he lit on to that cane and stole it, then re-stole it when it was taken from him and he eventually ended up with it. It made me happy that both the things I brought were popular and were stolen several times before the game ended.  

Nobody at all stole my gift, which was probably due to them being frightened off by the clown porn.  I mean, really- porn with clowns!  
Several people, including my Master, were giving a shudder.

When the exchange and all the stealing were done, Master tried the hood on me.  After it was adjusted I felt quite calm.  The only disturbance was that it pressed on my nose which was sore from an injury a few days ago, but other than that I was very comfortable.  
I thought he'd just take it off again but instead he let me sit there enjoying my darkness and listening to the people around me.  It didn't impede my hearing much and I could breath just fine through the small hole.

He surprised me by gripping my wrists in one of his hands and pulling me down across his lap.  I felt my skirt being raised and my tights and underwear being pulled down.  Both Master's hands were on my wrists then and some other hands were on my rear.  I was spanked and I heard Master inviting anyone and every one over for "free licks" (smacks, not tongue licks, thank god) on my butt.

I could identify some by smell (cigarettes) or the sound of their voice.  But there were many that I had no idea who was fondling, spanking or caning me.  The darkness of the hood made me feel protected and vulnerable all at the same time.  My Master's hands held me at the wrists or stroked my back, encouraging me to feel secure.  He told people my orgasm cue so they could make me come.  This happened several times, and I was embarrassed that I might make a mess. 

I knew when Mystique came over because I could hear her.  Master made me adjust my position- I'm not sure if I was sliding off his lap or what.  Her cane strokes were significantly harder than any of the others.  I began to whimper a little bit in my hood. 

After some time Master rearranged my clothes and set me back up in my chair.  He then invited people to touch and fondle me.  I felt my vulnerability still, but willed myself to relax and not tense up.  I was touched and handled in all kinds of ways as I sat in total darkness. 

When Master removed the hood the brightness was so overwhelming I had to cover my eyes.   He saw a cool new type of flogger across the room and went off to investigate.  He told me to crawl under the table and come to him, which I did.  I realized when I stood up that I was unsteady and in sub space.  It's like when you are drunk but are trying really hard to act normal.  Hasufel held my arms to support me while Master tried out this new flogger on my back over clothes.  It was heavy but not painful.  I imagine with all my layers off it might hurt more.    

We had to stop then because they were all calling us over to play Cards Against Humanity.  This was predictably hilarious, especially considering my state.  The sub space lasted maybe another 10 minutes? I'm not sure since I don't have a watch.  

I believe it was a most successful party this year!!

When we got home I asked Master to take pictures of the hood so I could post them.  

Here I am: 


There was another fun thing that happened at the party, but I believe I will make a different post later about that.

 

 

 

 

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Beating

I waited upstairs for Master while he had a long phone conversation.  He had been saying "Maybe I will beat you tonight" all evening.  I was hopeful.

He came in to the room briefly to tell me that I better be naked when he got back.  I waited a few more minutes and then removed my robe.  I was kneeling, head down, arms over my head, as I do all the time, but (unusual for winter) quite naked except for my collar and socks (thank goodness he lets me wear socks to bed).  It was cold but I just kept my inner monologue/pep talk going that this is what Master wanted and I certainly wasn't in danger of freezing to death in the bedroom. 

 Being slightly uncomfortable while waiting for my Master is good for my head.  I worried momentarily about how much worse the cane would feel on my very cold ass, then put that thought aside.

He came back and asked me if I would rather be beaten or fucked. 
I asked if I really had to choose.  "Can we do both?" He said this was a good answer, but not the correct one.  

  "Whatever you want, Master."  Of course.  

He ordered me face down on the bed.  He started with the misery stick and it lived up to its name.  I squirmed and yelped with my face in the pillow.   

He wanted me more quiet and more still.  

I tried, but it was difficult.  He tied my hands to the bed and used a variety of other canes and straps (I think) on me until I was feeling less pain and more spacey.  It became really enjoyable.  I had missed this feeling so much.  He took the heaviest cane and stuck it up between my legs.  I yearned to feel that cane, or anything really, inside me.  After more ass beating he dripped on some lube and shoved it on up inside.  Out of my mind with the desire, I tried humping the stick, but more hard blows from something (cane? wooden spoon?) on my ass made me lie still again. 

He let me orgasm then and then came up to my head to stick his cock in my mouth.  There was the wooden spoon again, (a dreadful thing) on my exposed thigh as I lay on my side.   

Master got between my legs and hoisted them up on to his shoulders.  As he took me, thrusting hard, he continued to beat the backs of my thighs and my breasts with the spoon.  

"Look at me" he said.  I opened my eyes.  His were full of intensity: desire, love, fierceness.   He told me to come, and I exploded.   He fucked me in every position, and then came up to my head to come on to my face and into my waiting mouth.  I enjoyed the sensations of being his sticky mess until he came back with a towel to wipe me off.   He put my leash on for the night and we snuggled under the covers, completely content.   


Thursday, January 5, 2017

Things that I am really bad at

- Handling sexual frustration, especially at bedtime.  

It makes me feel like an utterly crappy slave and human to be unable to handle this any better, but I was so frustrated I couldn't sleep last night.  I finally fell asleep at 1 am, only to get up at 5:30 to make breakfast.   Now I'm tired and grumpy. And I broke another rule by scratching my leg out of a bad craving to feel pain.  Stupid slave.  I would really like a hard and long play session, a thorough beating, but I doubt that will happen.    I do not feel like I deserve it at all.  

My head just goes round and round with what I want, and then the feelings of guilt for only thinking of what I want.  And then I am angry.  And also tired and hungry.  

But hey, I have lost 13 lbs since we started our diet 5 weeks ago, so that is something.  

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

And Another Thing

Another thing that really make me feel my sexual slavery is when he tells me to go lube up my cunt for him and wait in the bedroom so I am ready to be fucked immediately.

Yum. 
 

Purpose

I never feel quite so full of purpose, so completely useful, as when Master is taking me from behind, using me for his pleasure as he did last night.    
I'm filled with the sensations of being really whole.   A whole hole, serving its purpose completely.  It's a wonderful feeling.

Afterward he snaps my leash on and firmly says "Mine".

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Master is Wonderful

Master was feeling better when he got home last night, so it was time for my punishment.  He took me upstairs and had me strip naked in the cold, cold, cold room up there.  Seriously, it was cold.  He asked me if I knew what I had done wrong, and if I could make sure it did not happen again.  

I said "Yes, Master" to both. 

 He told me to kneel and he got out the worst paddle.  He pushed my head to the floor and gave me a few hard smacks.  I thanked him earnestly (because he is wonderful and I appreciate his discipline) and he said I was forgiven and could thank him by sucking his cock.  

When this was done he inspected my cunt briefly and we went down to watch our movie.

He whispered all sorts of naughty thoughts to me, mainly about denying me, using me as we sat on the couch.  He pulled my hand into his lap and let me stroke him.   I was squirming in my seat by then!  

Finally at bedtime I went up as usual and waited for him kneeling on the floor.  He came in and told me to get in bed.  I was slightly apprehensive that he was going to do as he threatened and simply come on my face, leaving me horny and frustrated, but he didn't.  Instead he tied my hands to the bedrails and touched me, licked me, spanked and fingered me.  He fucked my mouth and then my cunt.  I was in heaven.  I also had a fuckton of orgasms.  How many is that?   I do not know, I'm not counting. 

Wonderful! 

Christmas Cheer

 Christmas song parodies help me through the season. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t039p6xqutU It's Christmas at Ground Zero Ther...