Rough Body Play

This morning I've been choked with a strap, slapped, bruised with the paddle and fucked silly.  Soon we are going to our local munch to hear about the topic "Rough body play".  I don't think I need to be in the demo this time around.  

A Spanking Is All It Takes

A spanking is all it takes... to move me from fairly horny to wildly turned on and lust-mad.  Then after a bit of cock sucking, Master says, "Ok, bedtime." 

What else is there to do but turn out the lights and try to sleep?   I didn't sleep well at all, not more than a few winks I'm sure, before it was morning (if you can call before 5 am morning). I was lying in wait for him to wake up.   

When he awoke he told me to get ready to be fucked.  And I was, oh so ready.   I was so ready if I tripped and fell anywhere near his dick if would have ended up inside me through some kind of magnetic or gravitational pull.

I lay waiting on my back, all uncovered, for him to get back in bed.  He came down on top of me and entered me quick and hard.  After some time he turned me over.   He pinned my hands behind my back and came inside me, then grabbed my throat tightly and made me come.

Just a couple more spanks and it was time to get ready for work.

What I Want

One of the big myths in M/s on line land is that slaves don't want things.  Sure we want things, as much as any other person does.  Above that, I want to be controlled, to know that my wants are in his hands, which means that I don't always get what I feel needy for right at the moment.  But right now I'm feeling particularly needy for him anyway.   

I need to feel his hand in my hair, the back of my neck, my throat, shoving me against the wall, leading me up the stairs.  

I need his shoulder to lean my head on.

I need to feel his eyes looking at me with approval at least, or even better, with lust.

I need to be taken.  I need to hurt. 

I need marks that linger and pains that remind me.  

 

Part Two of Daily Life Post

  I worked Tessa with the sheep.  Took her out pretty close to them, as she is not an advanced dog.  Sent her on an outrun, which she did nicely.  She was a bit too pushy then and I told her to lie down, which she didn't do.  I had to step in and get her attention, getting between her and the sheep and cutting her off.  Then she would lie down.  I took the sheep between empty fence posts as if they were weave poles.   This teaches the dog to balance, cover, pay attention to my body language and stick, and also settles them and slows them down.   After that I tried to start her driving the sheep away from me, but she was mainly flanking back and forth.  So I picked up the rope she was dragging and led her along where I wanted her, giving her the left, right and "there, walk up" commands on the rope.  Soon I dropped the rope and she was driving on her own.  Now I was getting bit by too many mosquitoes so I did a couple more little outruns and called it a day. 

I scooped up the dog poop from the yard and moved about 6 downed trees that were in my way before I could start mowing.  I also filled up water buckets.

Then mowed the grass, and my stomach started aching.  After I finished mowing, I said hi to the kids and  went and laid down for a bit, and fell asleep.  I woke up and it was time to make dinner.

I made some red sauce and pasta.  We talked (me and the kids) and the little one showed me his new favorite music video.  Which is this one.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktvTqknDobU&feature=kp

After we ate I washed dishes, then Master called and we talked.

I was still feeling sick.

I started feeding dogs, and couldn't find Luke, one of my two 14 year old littermates.  I got a bit of a panic.  Looking for old dogs is a thing here.  Even though the yard is fenced it is easy to misplace dogs that don't hear/see/walk very well and sleep a lot.   I looked upstairs, then felt really sick.

I knelt in my "spot".   I started with a prayer for myself.  I leaned forward so that my head was on my hands.  I know these dogs won't live forever.  I don't try to pray for the impossible.  I prayed for nothing to happen to them while Master is gone so I don't have to handle it on my own.

  I thought of all the bad stuff that has happened to my friends lately.  I prayed for every one of them, then went through it again.   My stomach ache was going away.  I stayed in that position a good long time.   My stomach was better.

Eventually it was time to put kids to bed.  I found Luke, sleeping under the deck.  He woke up for dinner.

I put kids to bed and fed the rest of the dogs. 

Master won't be home until Thursday night (now tonight!).

I went to bed before 10:30.  

A Day in the Life

Because so many people ask "What is the daily life of a slave?" I'm doing a little round up of today's excitement.

At 5:00 I got up with Master and made his tea and breakfast (sausage, bread, grapes).  He got the grapes and bread, really, I just did the sausage and tea.   We chatted a tiny bit before he left for work.  I asked if it was ok if I helped Mystique today.

I got the kids ready and off to school.  I stripped all the beds and started doing laundry.  I let dogs out, then back in, then more dogs out.   

I swept and vacuumed the downstairs part of the house.  Then read some things on the internet.  I switched over the laundry.   I loaded and ran the dishwasher.


I got the dogs to come back inside and gave them all their heartworm preventive. 

I had a shower.

I stopped by the hospital (again!) but briefly around 10:30.

I helped Mystique move some stuff out of her house.  Then we went to Fleet Farm together where I bought mosquito larvae killer,  dog food and the fence posts that Master will need to fix a fence this weekend.   

I thought about buying some probiotics but realized I should ask Master first.  

Then it was 1:00 and I dropped her off at her place and headed home to eat lunch. During lunch I talked to Master on FB very briefly but he had to zip off back to work without answering any of my questions.

 After lunch I finished up the laundry, made the beds and folded all the clothes.  

I emptied the dishwasher.

I unloaded the dog food and fence posts (4x4x8 treated lumber) from the car and then stomped around in the woods adding the mosquito killer to both ponds.   It is supposed to only kill their larvae and not any good insects or amphibians.   If we had fish it would safe for them too.  I managed not to get any ticks (I got one tick) or get stung by nettles.


Next I need to work one of the dogs and finish mowing the lawn, which I started yesterday.   We have maybe 1-2 acres of lawn. 

Then the kids will be home and I'll make dinner.  Perhaps I'll do a few more things around the house.  Or maybe not. 

Maybe I'll have a nap.

Muck

Master was fucking her hard, missionary position on the floor.  I knelt just in front of them, at their heads, close enough to touch, using my vibrator and looking into his eyes.  He stared at me with a fierce intensity and I knew what he was thinking.  No words were needed.   I was spiraling down, deep within myself, experiencing a fantasy as intensely as I ever have.   There was a lot down there, deep in the muck of my fantasy.  On the surface there was joy and pleasure, voyeurism, sharing, service and slavehood. 

 But that was only the surface.  
Deep down in the muck was where I was going, inexorably as the pleasures of vibration roared through me.   His fierce eyes were driving me down, allowing me to wallow and hurt, driving me hard. 

 I felt the muck swirling around me.  I closed my eyes, getting further inside myself and away from his eyes.  I started to bend forward with impending orgasm, waiting and waiting for him to tell me to come.   He said her name, told her to come, just her specifically, not me, and as she did I was perched on the brink. 
 I had to ask him.  The final humiliation was that I had to ask, "Master, can I come too?" and he said yes.   The orgasm rocked me as the muck of my humiliation swirled around me.

It was hard coming back out of that place.  I kept trying to pull away from both of them, wanting to be left alone on my own with my thoughts and my muck.  But Master kept pulling me back to him, knowing that he needed to keep me there with him, not to let me pull away.

Master's "War" Wounds

He's very proud of them, so I took a picture for him.   This is his back after today's fucking/play session:

PS.  None of it was from me.   We had a visitor.  :)