Food Can Wait...

Master picked me up from work last Thursday, and on the way home I noted that I was hungry, and then listed several different things we could eat once we arrived home.  "We have some things to do first," He said, "before we eat."

"We do?" I asked, like a dummy, wracking my brain to figure out what needed to be done.

"Yes," He replied, "I'm going to beat your ass."  He continued, quite serious as He added, "And I don't think you want a belly full of food when I shove my cock down your throat."

I think I squeaked out an "Okay" and squirmed in my seat a little.  Clearly, food could wait.

As I've noted before in this blog, He is a man of His word.  He did indeed beat my ass, and was nice enough to start with the purple flogger.  It's been quite a while since my butt had a beating, so the flogger was a nice way to ease back into things, so to speak.  The flogger felt nice, it hurt but the pain wasn't overbearing.  It was a good pain, the kind you can sink into and then float away.

However, that didn't happen, because He's a Sadist, and soon He abandoned the flogger for Thud. This produced a new pain, a sharp biting pain with a little punch at the end of it, all over my backside.  Thud didn't stick around for too long, though, as Thud was abandoned for Mr. Cane.

Once He had Mr. Cane in His hand, Master grabbed my ponytail, wrapped it several times around His hand, and pulled my head back, hard.  He applied the cane hard and fast, and that rapid caning gets me every time.

I cried.  More evidence of my membership in the wimpy-slave girl club.

He took pity on me, I think, and told me to climb on the bed.  He brought me to orgasm, which was divine.  Post-crying orgasms always are.

Once I was satiated, He told me to lie sideways on the bed with my head hanging over the edge. With my mouth at just the proper height, He stood in front of me and shoved His cock into my mouth.  He held onto my tits and fucked my face good and proper, and ultimately rewarded me with a mouthful of cum.

So, continued proof that we are not vanilla...not by a long shot.

Boo! Did I Scare You?

Here is an update:

• There was a beating!  Three days ago, and it was awesome.  It involved back scratching (the hard kind, where He digs His nails into my skin and it feels O.M.G. so painfully delicious), some hand-spanking, and the use of Thud.  It all hurt so good...so, so good.  And it was followed by orgasms for everyone (amazing! orgasms, I might add), which is icing on the cake...tasty icing.
• We are still busy, so busy these days, and part of the reason is that I've returned to work. And that is a good thing, a really good thing.  My job, while only part-time, is ideal, and while it leaves me tired at the end of a work-day, I get to do what I enjoy doing, and for that I am grateful.
• I am also grateful for Master.  He is awesome in so many ways, and here is one example. Today I ended up working extra hours, which was good.  Unfortunately, I left behind a rather messy kitchen (which makes me a bad slave, I know, I know).  However, when He brought me home, imagine my surprise when I walked into a SPOTLESS kitchen.  And I mean SPOTLESS.  He did the dishes, ran the dishwasher AND cleaned the counters and stove top.  I love Him so, so much.
• And last but not least, Happy Halloween!

Bite the Bullet...

This is a bullet post, because I have lots of little, unconnected thoughts floating around in my brain.

• Master named our new toy "Thud."  For the record, I present this information without comment.
• We fooled around last night, and after He brought me to orgasm, He came all over my face. A good time was had by all.
• Our toy box, which is literally a cardboard box, has exploded all over our closet and I need to clean it up and organize it.  I'm putting this here so that I will, in fact, clean it up and organize it. (It exploded quite a while ago...)
• The other morning, early, Master curled up next to me in bed, ran His hands over and around my curves for a while, then said, "You are a good little slave girl."  Best. Compliment. Ever.
• I am going to get my hair cut.  Master gave His blessing, and I want to cut off about 12-15 inches.  Now I just need to work up the courage to walk into a salon and get it done.  Yes, yes, I have issues with someone cutting my hair, but I am going to do it.  Maybe next week...
• I need a beating.  It won't happen today, but maybe tomorrow.  Yes, tomorrow would be good.  No, this is not topping from the bottom, I mean really, I would never...
• Okay, maybe I would, and maybe it is topping from the bottom.  Or is it?  Perhaps I should ask Master what He thinks.
• I'm hungry.  I'd also like more coffee, but that's probably a bad idea since I've already had two cups.
• This is the last bullet.  I will leave you with this photo of Thud.  It's a little more of a close-up, so you can see what the nylon mesh covering looks like.