A Fine Sunday Activity

A fine Sunday activity for Master is ripping my chemise to shreds with his knife, then stuffing it in my mouth for a gag.  This was determined to insufficiently humiliating, so he took the shirt out, stuffed it in my pussy, then back in my mouth.  I was being threatened with the knife at various points in my anatomy and my desperate breathing was sucking the thin shirt material against my nose with each inhalation.  I had totally clear airway on the exhale, and then struggling for each inhale.  

After a hard fucking I crawled across the floor, took a cane from the cane stand, held it in my mouth and crawled back to him with my best pleading look.  He took it with a "Drop it" order, just like we would do with the dogs.  I think he was pleased with me.  I lay on my stomach on the floor and received my desperately longed for beating.  

Kinky Prom

I was just reading in the Twisted Tryst group about Kinky Prom making a come back this year.

I was all excited and exclaimed to Master,
 "What will I wear? What will I wear?"

He just looked down at me and kind of snorted.  "Wear?"

I guess that means I will be wearing very little, if anything.  

Still excited.

Ice and Heat

Ice, dripping down my stomach.  Ice cubes fucked deep into my cunt until they melt into the heat of my juices. A sharp coldness at first, turning to a mellow cool.  Ice, with a tangy taste of pussy, placed in my mouth, allowed to melt slowly on my tongue.  My mouth back to his shaft, spreading coldness there too.  My fingers trail ice water over his shoulders, mixing with his sweat as he labors above me.  Now I'm on top.  Ice sliding across my nipples, teasing them up, dripping down my belly on to him.  Ordered to pleasure myself with a fresh ice cube as I lean off the bed and eagerly suck his cock.  Painfully cold, I try to rub harder and faster to warm it up.
Held down by the throat. Warned to shut my mouth, I know what is coming.  He slaps me hard, repeatedly, leaving my head aching and my cunt clenching him, spilling more juices over his cock.  

Earlier, Master had called me upstairs in the heat of the afternoon to rub his feet while he iced his sore shoulder. When the ice pack began to warm, he sent me downstairs to more ice. 

Guest

I had a busy but extremely nice day yesterday.  Master called around noon to tell me that a friend of his was going to be in town and was coming to stay the night.  I was out doing errands and then working outside (filling holes with topsoil, leveling the ground, and planting grass in an area that kids and dogs had turned into rough and barren terrain) so I didn't get the message until he called again around 4.  

I had to clear the 15 year old and his stuff (he moved the stuff, but there was still sheets and cleaning to do) out of the guest room where he's taken over unless we have actual guests.  
Then get the house spruced up a bit.  Then I had an hour long phone call I had to take. 
Master brought home some brats and grilled out, so I didn't have to make anything but the salads for dinner (fruit and regular).
 
Master has to work today, but we're going to go meet him for lunch.  Then we have fireworks (private display) to go to tonight, and a reunion for Master's school tomorrow.  Busy, busy! 

The Rules

 I've never typed out all our rules before.  They felt really personal and private to me, more than most other things I write about, but I'm not really sure why.  I had to type them up anyway for something Master is working on, so I decided I might as well post them here too.

The Rules

1. Get in the mail.
2. Scoop dog poop on days off.
3. Make the bed every day.
4. Wash the sheets once per week at least, or more if needed.
5. Don't put my glasses on Master's night stand.
6. Shave cunt. Or trim as ordered. Or let grow out as ordered.  Just do what he tells me.
7. Grow hair on head long.
8. No country music in the car if Master is there.
9. After I drive Master's car, put the seat back.
10.  Must ask Master's permission to orgasm if he is home.
11. If he is not home, unless otherwise instructed, I have permission for up to 7 orgasms in one day but ONLY if they are all in one session.
12. Do not give out our phone to people from Fet. without permission, or call them without permission.
13. No meeting people from Fet. without permission.
14. All play with others needs permission.
15. Take empty dog food sacks to the trash can.
16. Tea in the am should be in a large mug and have caffeine (Tea rules are for making his tea, he doesn't care what tea I have. I usually drink coffee).
17. Tea in the pm should be in a small or medium mug and not have caffeine.
18. All tea should have Splenda.
19. Microwave tea in large mug 3:30.  Medium mug: 2:30.  Small mug 2:00
20. Eggs must be well done.
21. Pasta must be al dente.
22.Clothes must be washed regularly.  Master needs clean work pants.
23. Tell Master when things are bad or good.
24.  Don't wake up Master!
25. OBEY!
26. I must always suck Master's cock while he reads my journal.
27. No giving to charities without permission.
28. No getting arrested in Las Vegas.
29. My ass belongs to Master.
30. Follow the chore schedule.
31. I must never purposefully hurt Master's property- which is me.
32. Do nightly ritual unless ordered otherwise.
33. Don't say "nothing" or "never mind" to Master.
34. Floss teeth daily.
35. Make Master's lunch if he needs one.
36.  No getting speeding tickets.

Walking Log

Monday I lost my Fitbit.  It was a tiny bit traumatic.  I had been hauling brush from the yard to the pasture in several places and when I came inside I noticed it was gone.  I looked all over the yard, and the kids came and helped me.  No luck. 

 I tried to get the dogs to sniff it out.  They ran around excitedly and ate random things on the ground.  Go dogs.

 I even brought out the secret weapon- Taz, the youngest- who eats everything he finds in the yard. He ate (and I mean it was 3/4 gone) one of Master's new gloves the other day.

I thought maybe he'd find the fitbit and I could rescue it before he started chewing it.  

Nope, he just leaped around me with a "What are we doing now, Mom?" expression.  

I went to the store, came home and took one more pass around the yard (I had done SO many passes, missing SO many steps).  There it was by the fence!  Victory!

Master and I went for another long walk that night, giving me 16,400 steps for the day even with several hours of work missing.

I'm not going to do a list of every day of the last two weeks, but the daily average has been 13,896 (5.68 miles).

The highest day was 18,486 (7.49 miles).
The lowest day was 10,403 (4.22 miles), so I haven't been under the 10,000 steps a day goal at all.  

 

Goodness, That Was Hot

We stayed up late last night.  When everyone else was asleep, Master had me undress myself and rub his feet. Soon, this turned to cocksucking.  He told me what a good little cocksucking whore I am.  I basked in these words, this attention.  He paddled me, I squirmed; he fucked me, I moaned. Back to sucking.  Then more of everything all over again.

Then again this morning.  He fucked me first, standing up bent over a chaise lounge in our room.  He put a rope around me and used that as a handle to hold me as he did me doggy style.  He beat me with the rope ends, which felt really good and stingy.  Then he got me into bed and gave me the Hitachi.  Master said I had to keep using it while I sucked him, but not I was not allowed to come until he did. 

  It was really difficult, because I always want to come right away when the vibrator goes on.  I had to turn it off several times or I would have orgasmed uncontrollably.  Finally when I felt him coming I let go of my resistance and had a huge one.  

When we went for a walk in the evening he tied a thick piece of rope around my chest "To remind me".   I wore it after that too, while we watched a show, being continually reminded.

TMI Tuesday

1. You are looking at your lover. You say, “I’d love to _____ .”

I'd love to suck your cock.  That always makes him happy to hear, even if he didn't want to have it sucked right at that moment.
  2. In a chat with your best female friend you say, “You look really sexy when you wear _____ .”

When you wear nothing at all.  :) I don't think she would believe me, but it's true.

  3. Name the one piece of lingerie you would love to see a man wear.

Silk boxers.  Very sexy.  
  4. I wish I did more _____ in bed.

 Being tied down completely- hands and feet.   I love it all the time. 
  5. I absolutely LOVE when you kiss my _____ .

Mouth.  Also, neck, shoulders, wrist, fingers.

 
Bonus: Tell us your favorite sexual memory of you and your current or most recent lover.

Most recently it was probably the face fucking.  There were other times, but they are are more distant.  Slapping my face.  Fucking my mouth.  All the things he says to me, "cockwhore" etc.  Marvelous. 

See the other TMI Tuesday blogs or participate:  https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/

Game of Thrones Nudity

Every week in the beginning of GOT at Mystique's house, Master looks for the adult content warning and if it shows nudity coming he's happy.  Of course, some weeks it is just some guy's wang, which Master, as a straight guy, is not interested in.  But sometimes it is naked boobies.  You can never have too many naked boobies.

This week there was no nudity warning and Master announced that since GOT was not going to provide the tits I would have to do it. 

I flashed him.  That was not good enough.  

"Take it off", he said of my summer dress.  I took off the dress and my bra and spent the whole movie time mostly naked, only with underwear so I could be on the couch.

I got all worked up from his touch, but it was straight to bed with no relief that night.

This morning he was happy to see me simply oozing with neediness for him.  He pulled my cunt hairs by the fistful, but that was it.  He gave me permission for an extra orgasm today while he's gone.  

Friday Night and Saturday Morning Fun

Friday night we went over to Mystique's house for some evening hot tubbing.  That was so awesome and relaxing- even when at one point we were joined by a tiny dog! Callie didn't realize she couldn't walk on the hot tub cover like she usually does and just leaped up there.  She was quite surprised to get wet, goofy little thing!

After we got home Master treated me to some caning and face fucking and we went to sleep hot and worn out from our fun.

I was so well used that I was a little surprised at 8:30 this morning when my Master came downstairs, buck naked, and beckoned me to come back up with him.  I had been making breakfast, since I get up early and had been awake for a while already.  I turned off the bacon.

I followed him upstairs and he ordered me into bed.   The clover clamps made an appearance, again snapping at me viciously before coming to rest painfully on my nipples.   I couldn't hold off coming for long, and ended up orgasming without a command due to the pain of the clamps. For the next one he made me wait much longer, still with the clamps on.

Good times.

The Slave Manual

My Master told me there IS a manual. 

I asked if I could read it so I could finally get this slaving thing right.

He said no, it is written for masters.

Of course. 
 
It's called De Agricultura, (On Agriculture) written by Cato the Elder around 160BC.  It is on agriculture, mainly, but with huge sections on slave management because that was really important to farming back in the days of Rome.   

So there you go. 

Brain Weasels

Last night we were talking about our brain weasels.  Those are those little voices in your head that say nasty things about you and try to (or actually do) make you feel bad about yourself.  

My weasels tell me:

You're dumb.  You can't do anything right.
You're not pretty. Or sexy. You're too old, too fat.
Your friends don't like you, you are too boring, too selfish.

Now I know none of these things are true.  I think we all have some sort of brain weasels and it is my task to get rid of all my own negative messages and replace them with positive:

You are smart enough. You are good enough.
Dammit people like you.
Your Master thinks you are pretty and hot and sexy, and so do a few other special people in your life.  That's all that matters, not what society thinks. 
Getting older is a lot better than the alternative, hey?

Last night Master decided to beat the brain weasels out of me.  First I had to tell him what they were.  Then he began yelling "Brain weasel!" and smacking me with the cane like he was playing wack-a-mole and those darn weasels were popping out of my butt.  It was painful and hilarious at the same time.

We were also talking about Camp, and how they are organizing a brain weasel stomping party to get rid of everyone's terrible untrue thoughts about themselves.   

Master said he was thinking about renaming me Brain Weasel.  

I said "But then everyone would want to hit, kick and stomp me...oh.  That could be fun." 



 

Friends (Heart)

Mystique called me this morning and said she and another friend were coming to take me to breakfast.  We went to IHOP and chatted and then the garden store to look at plants and fairy garden supplies.  It was really wonderful of them. I have the best friends.

It was time

Luke was 16.  He was barely getting by until yesterday when he started seriously failing, suffering.  We let him go gently on the sunny west porch. 

"There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.
For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.
If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master"
by Ben Hur Lampman

Master and I buried Luke under the lilacs.  It was hard to see the dirt through the tears.  
All the graves, so many good dogs, so many memories, faithful friends that don't live long enough.
Gwen, Farley, Teak, Becky, Hank, Kip and now Luke.  Arranged in a row under the lilacs. Cinder doesn't have a grave. She was cremated because of the deep snow and I have an urn for her ashes. 

Gwen came home with me in 1992.  Farley was her puppy, born in 1995.
Teak was given to me by my mom in 1997.  Becky was given to me by my mom two years later, when she was a year old.   Cinder and Luke were Becky's puppies, born in 2000. 
Hank was Cinder's puppy, born in 2004.  Kip came home with me on an airplane from his breeder in Michigan in 2002.  Traveling with a year old child AND an 11 week old puppy by plane is not an experience to be envied.  They were pretty good though, considering.  Even when the plane was delayed by 4 hours. 

How to make a happy slave

We went for a walk late last night, about 8:30, when it was beginning to cool off.  We were nearly home when I told Master I hadn't reached my 10,000 steps for the day yet. 

"You can bounce in front of the TV until you reach it", he told me.

"I'm too tired for bouncing,"  I stated.

"I said you'll do it until you reach the 10,000, bitch."

"Yes, Master."  

This is how to make a happy slave.  :) :)

It turned out I wasn't too tired after all.

Yesterday. More hay.

This is what "Fuck it, I'm tired" looks like:

With dog butt.

 

In the afternoon I dragged a few more hay bales up to the barn using the lawnmower.  This was less effort, but more time consuming, because of all the getting on and off the mower.  The bales still had to be carried the last 10 feet and stacked even after dragging.  It was over 90F by then and I only got about 6-7 more hauled that way before I needed to go to the store. 

I showered, took the kids to a few stores, including picking up a cooked chicken for dinner since I had no time left to cook food.

On the way home the front end of my car began smoking and smelling really, really bad.  Made it home anyway.

We got home and put the groceries away, and some huge clouds began to roll in with the wind picking up.  I was a bit panicked because there was no way I was getting all that hay put up by myself before the rain.  I was just trying to cover them up with tarps when Master got home.  He immediately changed and began hauling bales.  The smaller kid helped me fasten the bales to the lawnmower and I dragged a few more.  My arms were like spaghetti by then.  The older kid hauled a bunch more too.  What good kids!

The barn door had come off its pulley track, so Master had to go get the ladder and fix it with the help of all of us, in order to get the barn doors shut.  This would be simple if the door was normal door size, but you have seen big old barns.  The door is about 15-20 feet tall and weighs hundreds of pounds.  Seeing Master (or anyone) up on the ladder, especially when the wind could start really gusting at any second, makes me feel a bit panicky. 
 
We got it all done before the storm came.  We ate our cold chicken and some salad.  I cleaned up the kitchen and then I collapsed in a heap until bed time, when Master wanted to fuck me.  He was quick, but it felt so good to relax into pleasure after a hard day.

This morning I had to run the car into the shop right away since the only time they had was before 8:00.  At least it is fixed now: stuck caliper and hose failure. 

I'm really hoping for a nice peaceful day with no problems (cross fingers) now.
 

Hay!

We got hay delivered today. One hundred and twenty five bales.

  I specially asked him at least three times to bring it Saturday afternoon, but with the chance of rain he loaded it straight from the field and brought it all today when Master isn't here to help unload it.  Letting your hay get rained on is a very bad idea, so I don't blame him.
 The tractor couldn't push the heavy wagon up the steep hill to the barn so we ended up having to carry each bale up the hill individually. 

Just to add, this is an older gentleman who just had surgery.  He can drive the tractor, but not throw any hay. He can't even really walk without a cane.  He told me his granddaughters loaded the hay on the wagon for him.  I was imagining some strapping young ladies with farm girl muscles. Then he told me they were in junior high.  So I was a little embarrassed that I ran out of energy so quickly.  
I made our kids help.   It was still exhausting and we aren't even done yet.  Some of the hay is just sitting in a big pile in the yard but some got carried up to the barn.  I'm really hoping it doesn't rain and some magical hay moving fairies show up (ha!).
 

A Little Roleplay

Foreplay:  His belt snaking out to smack my ass or my back or my thigh like a whip.  It stings and I dance from one foot to the other.  Then he gets out a heavier belt, an old leather one from even before I knew him.  It's probably 1/4" thick, but it snakes out and strikes as fast as the first one, landing with a heavier thud.  The thud is still laced with plenty of sting.  

I had made him a couple new canes from willow branches yesterday.  He took the thicker one and began rapid fire hard beating. Very quickly it became unbearable and I flattened out up against my dresser.  Like that would help.  It didn't.  The rain of blows just kept coming.  He switched to the thin whippy one, but sadly it broke on the first strike.  A little bit too thin and brittle.  The whippy ends of branches are really only good when they are fresh, I should have realized.

Master ordered me on to the bed.  He took the leather strap from my wrist and tied both hands together, then took me, first my mouth, then my cunt. Then mouth again.

He had me get the nipple clamps (difficult to do with hands bound, but not impossible) and put them on myself.  I don't think I'd have the willpower to do it on my own, if he wasn't right there ordering it. But with him telling me to put them on I managed.  They still really hurt. 

He was pretending like I was an aspiring porn actress, so I played along, answering his questions like it was an interview, like I was young and naive but oh so eager.

"Do you suck and swallow?"
"Do you do anal?"
"Men and women?"
"What about having groups of men jizzing all over you?"

I didn't call him Master because it didn't seem like it would be in character, and I tell you what- that was really weird for me.  It was hard to just say  "Yes", and leave off "Master".   I could tell when I was getting too caught up in the action and falling out of character when my answers naturally reverted back to "Yes, Master."  

Oh, and I totally got the job. :) :)
 

Starting Me Like a Chainsaw

Master took hold of a great big handful of my pussy hairs and told me he was going to "Start me like a chainsaw."   I didn't even have time to get nervous. He yanked hard on the "starter" (hair) and went "RRRRRR".  I was too busy coming to notice the pain.

Morning Use

The alarm went off.

Master tugged at my leash and told me to suck his cock for a minute before he had to get up.

After a few minutes he pulled me back up and parted my legs, taking me.  He used me quickly, making me come and then fucking me from behind until he came.  I feel used and fulfilled at the same time, and sticky.  A slave with a purpose.

The Weekend

I didn't get around to writing about our weekend yesterday, but here goes.

Master had the day off Saturday and we spent the morning relaxing and not doing much.  I made breakfast; he played his game.  In the afternoon we had our local munch, which took place at a hotel this month with special guest doing a talk and demo of rope suspension.  It was really good and interesting.   I have been suspended a few times, always by Mystique with Master there.  He hasn't strung me up by himself.  

After that we went to a party with some of the people from Master's work.  It was cold out, spitting rain a bit, and I'd worn only a light summer dress, so we only stayed a few hours and tried to keep me warm by walking around.  I enjoyed feeding their chickens and fussing over their dogs.  

Master was still hungry after the party (I have to say the booze there was more prominent than the food, although I ate enough potato salad to fill up.  He doesn't like potato salad).  I was too cold to drink any beer.   So on the way home we stopped at Applebees where he had a burger and I had a brownie and some vodka/coffee.    We had a trainee waitress and she was making us laugh.  Not that she was messing up, just that she kept saying funny things. Or maybe they only seemed funny to us at the time and weren't really funny.  You know those moods?

She asked us if we were going to be on the same check or splitting it, which has never, ever happened before when it was just two of us. 

Master was giving me a look like maybe we would split the check (funny how he does this with just a look) to tease me.   But then he told her to bring one check, but give it to me.  While she was standing right there, he said,

"I hope your husband doesn't find out".

I was too busy laughing to kick him under the table for trying to embarrass me.  (Not that I would do that, right? Cause that would be naughty).

Later that night playfulness turned into violence, as it so often does (yay!) and Master gave me a hard work over with the misery stick, then some wonderful fucking.  He asked me, as he does every night, if had been a good slave. This is my chance to confess anything I felt was not right during the day.  I had forgotten to make his fresh squeezed orange juice, after he'd asked for it.  He forgave me for that.  He'd forgotten he asked for it.  He clipped the leash to my collar and we slept.

In the morning I made sure squeezing some orange juice was the first thing I did.  I made some tasty scones and bacon as well.

A bit later Master lured me back upstairs and stripped me of my robe.  He asked where I could best please him, where I wanted him to come.  After making sure he really wanted my opinion, I asked to be fucked in the ass.  I'd been thinking about it for a while, kind of craving it even.  He used his fingers first to help loosen me, then he fucked me as I lay face down, biting the pillow. It still hurt, but I was quiet, and after a bit it began to feel good.  He went on quite a while, and I murmured "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass Master, oh yes!" and that sort of thing.   

When he was finished we kind of collapsed there for a while, then took a walk.  It was hot and sweaty and we walked a long way.  We did some yard work when we got back, and then just as I was thinking about shower time, a huge storm blew in, knocking many trees fell down, and our power went out.  Instead of getting cleaned up we went around dragging and cutting trees, pulling them off the fence and out of the road.  A neighbor came by with his chainsaw and helped.  His wife and baby were in the truck too. She helped as well.  

Then we went over to Mystique's house for dinner and Game of Thrones. That was fun.  
We have a lot more to do with the chainsaw next weekend.  Master asked Mystique if he could borrow hasufel. She said yes. He also has a chainsaw, plus an ATV.  We are hopefully going to grill out and make a fun day of it.











 

TMI Tuesday: Guilty Pleasures

TMI Tuesday

1. What TV show do you love to watch but are a little embarrassed to tell friends that you simply cannot miss an episode.

I don't really have a show like that.  I'm not embarrassed by the few shows I watch regularly: Game of Thrones is the only one that isn't on Netflix so I can't miss any episodes of that.  The other shows I watch I just get to when I can.
 
2. What website and/or magazine do you read and it’s your guilty pleasure?

Probably some of the stuff on Fetlife or blogs count as a guilty pleasure.  Although I don't feel that guilty, except maybe for some of the trainwreck threads I follow.  Can't look away, it's so bad!
 
3. What is the grocery store item you buy but you know you should not?

Very occasionally I will get a candy bar, or a bag of chocolate covered nuts.  Or get a pack of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls and then eat them all myself.
 
4. Tell us about something you do at work that you would not want your co-workers to know that you do.

This doesn't really apply to me now.  Back when Master and I worked together, sometimes he would grope me in the back room when no one was around...
 
5. Do you have a secret stash? What is it?

I don't have any secrets from Master, but occasionally I will get a chocolate bar and hide it from the kids.  Do sex/BDSM toys count? We have a lot of those.  I have my pile of erotic coloring books, too.
 
Bonus: What is your most embarrassing guilty pleasure?

Watching lactation porn, piss videos or human cow porn.  :)  

Major Storm

The wind Sunday was brief but violent.  Power was knocked out.   We didn't get showers until late at night, and that was after getting really messy, and a long sweaty walk, and a lot of yard work.

Trees were down all over our property.  Today the kids and I are spending the first Monday of summer vacation cleaning up downed branches. 

Fitbit

I'm still wearing it.  I stopped posting each little count of steps.  But here is the latest wrap up.  I missed making my goal one day this week.

Monday: 16,031 steps
Tuesday: 13,448 steps
Wednesday: 18,672 steps 
Thursday: 20,895 steps (and not even really sore!)
Friday: 9,767 (oh so close!) This was my really busy day, so I didn't have time for a nice long walk.  I went for a small walk around the yard.
Saturday: 11,716
Sunday:  16,647 Master and I went for a long walk together in the hot part of the day.  Whew!

I got a blister yesterday while cleaning up branches the storm had knocked down, so I'll see if I'm still able to wear shoes later.  

My Happy Place

This morning when he got up Master had me do a few things for him, then he told me to kneel and kiss his foot and thank him for the opportunity to serve him.

After I did this, he rested his foot briefly on my back before telling me to check on his cooking breakfast.  

That really is my happy place, right there, everything above.  

How About A Little Fire, Scarecrow?

He held the lighter toward my chest as I stood in the middle of the room, naked and freshly fucked.  I pulled my hair back out of the way.  He came closer.  I backed up.  I felt I should stand still, worried that backing away was disobedient, but still couldn't help myself.  I backed into a corner against his dresser and I could see on his face the pleasure my fear brought him.  He took hold of me and pulled me over his leg, not lighting me on fire but instead spanking me with his hand.  My head was spinning with lust, thrumming and fully alive as he let me go and reminded me I was supposed to be making his tea. 

Later on that night: 

 I lay on the floor of our room waiting for him to come back.  He'd already caned my ass hard and lightly on my tits.   When I saw him pick up the lighter I wanted to jump up, but only the top half of me made it up.  My lower body stayed in position.  Master ordered me to put my head back down and close my eyes.  I did so, trembling and shaking.   He frequently fucks with my mind this way.   I get so scared, but then when he puts the lighter away and does literally anything else I feel these waves of relief and desire coming over me.   I can say I hate it, but I love the things he does to my mind.

  I love it after he's done, anyway, and still dread the next time.  
 

Whining A Lot

My post today is supposed to be about fire, but I am in a bad, bad mood so instead I'm going to complain.

The smaller kid was throwing an absolute fit today because someone (Master) ate the last piece of bread that he was going to eat for breakfast.  Because there is absolutely no food in the house other than that piece of bread (sarcasm there, there is tons of other food) he refused to eat breakfast at all and instead stomped around the house being disagreeable until time to catch the bus.  

Master's solution was that I should make bread again today.  I told him I didn't have time to make bread in the afternoon because I was going to the kids' poetry reading at school.  He said I could make it in the morning.  So, I started the bread going.   It doesn't take a lot of effort, but it takes paying attention and doing the steps at precisely timed intervals.  So no running out to do errands until it is all done. 

Here is the whiny list of the rest of the things I have to do today:

- water garden

-work dog on sheep

-clean up poop in the yard

-exercise 

-vacuum/sweep/dust everything

- call the insurance company to get a problem sorted out (they never answer the phone so this involves sitting by the phone waiting for them to call me back- or not, because sometimes they don't call back)

-take the house payment to the bank to pay it (wish I could just mail it, but for some reason I can't)

-go to the high school to drop of the older kid's signed course schedule for next year.  First figure out if he's supposed to be taking a foreign language this year.

-pick up medication from school

-attend children's poetry reading for an hour and a half (please kill me)

- grocery shopping 

-make bread

-cook dinner

 

My Pubic Hair Saga

The kink of the week is pubic hair.

Shaved, trimmed, braided with a bead on the end like a viking?

How do you like it?

For many years my hair was natural.  This was before I was his slave, and he'd been after me for a while to shave and I'd refused over and over.  Finally, I did shave my pussy to surprise him and he didn't like it. I didn't know at first why he didn't like it and told me to grow it back, but my feelings were hurt.    I didn't like it either, because it was itchy and bumpy. I thought "I'm never doing that again!" He told me later it was too stubbly, not smooth like he'd expected. Hurt feelings, the inconvenience and the itch made me say "Never again."

He still was hankering after bald pussy though, so when I became his submissive many years later that was one of his first orders.  This time to make sure I got it smooth he was going to do it for me.  I remember distinctly how nervous I was lying on the bathroom floor as he spread my legs, lathered me up and shaved my cunt.  It was erotic and frightening at the same time.  This time it was good and smooth and he really liked it.  He ordered me to keep it shaved after that, which I did, and I started to really like it without hair.  I guess I just like what ever I am used to. 

Last year he decided he wanted "retro cunt" and prohibited all shaving. Even my armpits and legs had to grow out hair, and I hadn't done that since puberty.  It was horrible.  It made me feel gross and unfeminine.  That lasted a month or so, before he let me shave everything but my crotch.  That is still growing out now (and I really could braid it. Ok, I actually have braided it. I have not put a bead on the end, however).  

He's thinking about having me shave again soon.  I think he just likes whatever he doesn't have and the fact that he controls what I do.
  
My cunt is in his hands.