Tuesday, January 22, 2019

TMI Tuesday

1. What was your favorite part of yesterday?

I was very lucky in playing Pokemon yesterday, I got two shinies, which are kind of rare.  
But the very best part was making home in time before Master had to leave for work again and getting a big hug from him.
 
2. If you could make your own porn movie, what would you call it? Would you write it, direct and/or star in the movie?

It would be called "Beatings for Sluts".  And it would be all about beatings and being slutty.  I don't know if I could star, but maybe I'd like to at least audition. 
 
3. What do you like the least about sex?

When I don't feel like it.  Or when I'm hornier after sex than I was before.
 
4. So, now what are you planning to do?

Watch some TV. I have a terrific headache.
 
5. If you were a box of cereal, what would you be and why?

Umm, Cheerios?
 
Bonus: If you could shrink down to ant-sized, what would you do?

Hope I grow back to normal.  Do not want to be an ant. 

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Thursday, January 17, 2019

Laundry, a super exciting post, can't be missed

I just learned that the reason nobody else in the house does laundry is that I don't have an easily understood system, but instead use one that only I can figure out.  If only I had known that I wasn't doing all the laundry because I'm the laundry slave, or because I'm the stay at home mom and this makes it my job, but only because I lack a systematic approach!  Think how many loads of laundry I would have not had to do myself by now if only I had known this little detail!  

Well, now I have adopted Master's system and I think it will be great.   All the dirty clothes have to be thrown on the floor in the laundry room and only clean clothes will be in baskets.  Evidently we already had this discussion 17 years ago and I don't remember a bit of it.

 Yesterday I took the older kid to the psychiatrist's visit.  It's not only a long drive (an hour each way) but it takes a toll on me emotionally every time.   I don't know if it makes him feel better (he says not) but every time it makes me feel so hopeless and lost and unsure just talking to this guy.  
Don't tell me to switch.  There. Is. No. One. Else.  I've tried.  So, it's this or nobody who can prescribe medications.  

His latest recommendation was to have the kid do all the chores that I normally do.  This will keep him busy and contributing, right?  Ok, on the way home we decided that he could do the laundry while I finished up feeding the sheep and made dinner.  Only I didn't actually go look at the laundry while he was doing it so he ended up washing the clean clothes again with the dirty clothes so the load was too big and couldn't get dry.  I was feeling sick and tired last night, and everyone pitched in to help me get things done so I could go to bed a little early. 

This morning I felt slightly better until I came downstairs and every one was yelling at me about how the laundry STILL wasn't dry, and they didn't have that one shirt they wanted to wear, and my laundry system is not a system at all but impossible to understand.

So, yeah, I don't feel so great anymore.   But I'll doing some laundry all day.








  

Friday, January 11, 2019

Birthday Cake

So, this isn't a good Fit for Friday post, but today I'm making Master's birthday cake for his birthday tomorrow.  He's getting one of those big milestone birthdays with the 0 on the end of it, so I'm hoping he feels good enough tomorrow to go out and celebrate.  He's sick today. 

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Happiness

Master got home this morning after working all night, and we starting talking about what makes us happy.  He says I make him happy.  I said beatings make me happy.  Ok, he makes me happy too, but what I was really hoping for was beatings.

He also said tits always make him happy, so I opened my robe and showed off for him, jiggling and bouncing a bit.


He took my hair in his hand and kissed me deeply, then pushed me downward, saying "On your knees".   This is what make me happy.  This and beatings.  After fucking me quickly he ordered me upstairs.  I undressed and stood in front of him.   He drew back his hand like he was going to slap me an involuntarily, in the middle of saying something, I forget what it was, I shrank back away.

"Are you flinching away from me?" He demanded.


"Yes, Master."   I didn't say the obvious.

He had me stand there with my hands behind my back and my eyes open (that's the hard part- I always want to close my eyes) while he slapped both my tits really hard several times.  This time I didn't shrink away, and I didn't close my eyes, but that was difficult. 

He turned me around, whipped me with the belt, and it was just what I needed.  He fucked me again on the floor in several positions before having me lie down on the floor and he stood over and came on my face.  It pretty much went every where, not just my face, but definitely in my hair and everywhere else too.   
Come covered slut.

I was still desperate for something even after that, I had that look I'm sure, so he asked me what I wanted.  I asked to be spanked.  He had me stand at the dresser and he used the belt on me again, as well as the wooden back scratcher and his hand.  It hurt in such a delicious way it made me orgasm.  I could have gone for a lot more but he was ready to get some sleep.   

I have all the happiness now.

Sunday, January 6, 2019

Kink of the Week: Sleepy Sex

  I was woken suddenly when he pulled down the blankets, spread my legs and began rubbing his erect cock against my hole.  I wasn't wet right at first, and when he turned on the light I covered my eyes to keep out the unwelcome bright light.  After a minute or so my body began to react to his intrusion and I felt wetness.  He entered me completely then and I reached up and held tight to him.  We kissed deeply, my arms around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his ass to pull him even more deeply into myself.  He came quickly inside of me and the rolled off.  He told me to get into spoon position so he could cuddle me up and we drifted off shortly after.

Being used by my Master, any time of day or night, awake or asleep, is a huge pleasure for me, both physically and even more so mentally, as reinforcing my slavery to him.   

 

Octopus Attack

Oh my gosh, I have been lax this week in writing blogs.  I have been giving the house a good New Year's cleaning, though, which pretty much sapped my energy, and before that I had some sort of stomach bug that wrecked our New Year's plans, in addition to all the things I normally do.   

I have also been working on club bylaws for our newly forming kinky club!  This is exciting but scary, the scary part being doing all this work and then hoping people show up.   We had a club meeting Friday just to hash out some details on the bylaws and how we want things to work, and then I typed up everything.  This has taken hours and hours, so I hope it works out.  

And then last night I was attacked by an octopus.  Or at least it appears so.

We went to seemingly perfectly innocent birthday party filled with unicorns and tiaras and cupcakes which then turned to spankings and fire play.   I was not expecting that because no one mentioned it wasn't going to be a vanilla party!  But it was a lot of fun, way more fun than vanilla. 

  I have to say that holding still while being set on fire as an ice cube is slowly melting in one's ass crack and dripping coldly down to other parts is very difficult! 

 

Sunday, December 30, 2018

PS.

I was stuck for a first sentence on my previous blog and my very nice Master thought it should start out "My cruel Master" so that was how it began.

TMI Tuesday

1. What was your favorite part of yesterday? I was very lucky in playing Pokemon yesterday, I got two shinies, which are kind of rare.   ...