Cruelty Comes In Many Forms...

He is so mean.

He is evil, and His mind is twisted.

He is cruel beyond belief, the meanest man in the whole entire world.

Why do I say this?  What horrible thing has He done to me, to make me rail against Him in this manner?

Well....this evening He has the remote control.  And He is MAKING ME/FORCING ME TO watch...

DANCING WITH THE STARS, ALL-STARS.

I begged Him to change the channel, to find another show to watch, but no.  He LAUGHED at me instead.  A horrible, awful cackling laugh, the laugh of a man who finds great delight in the suffering of His beloved.

All this because I happened to comment the other day that I had never seen the show, and had no interest in doing so.  Mostly because I want to preserve the few brain cells I have left.

So here I am, being subjected to the likes of Bristol Palin and an assortment of other "stars", most of whom are completely unknown to me.  Sigh....

Sadists are so cruel.

EDIT:  Not long after I posted this, less than a minute perhaps, He changed the channel.  Do not think He did it because I was begging and pleading Him to change it, oh no---I think He realized that He would suffer as much as His slave-girlie if He left it on that show.  And while Sadists like to give pain, they do not like to receive it.  So, He changed the channel, and we watched Breaking Amish instead.

*Waves* Hello!

No worries, I am still here.  The meds I took did their job, Master took excellent care of me,  and now I am all better.  Maybe even better than before; I certainly feel better.

Although I am back to normal, and we are doing fine, I have no kinky-freaky-sexy type stuff to write about.  We seem to be in a lull at the moment, which makes perfect sense to me, given how sick I was.  Sadly, the lull will extend for another week, as Mother Nature is scheduled to visit starting tomorrow, and that bitch is never tardy.

And that's probably a good thing.

Now, if you will kindly excuse me, I need to get back to my housecleaning.  A slave-girl's work is never done, you know.

Knocked On My Ass...

I've been sick.  As the title says, I've been knocked on my ass by an infection for the past week.  It was bad enough that Master finally said, "You are going to the doctor," and despite my intense dislike of doctor visits, I had to agree with Him.  It was time to get some help.  

After managing to make myself presentable to the outside world, He took me to see the doc.  I was given medication, which seems to be working, but I am not quite back to 100% yet.

The worst part of this experience, of course, is that roles have been reversed.  He has been taking care of  me; the Master is serving the slave.  He's cooked for me (made me a delicious roasted winter squash soup, among other things), cleaned the kitchen, fed the cats, basically all the day-to-day stuff I normally do.

No, He hasn't vacuumed or cleaned the bathrooms--there is a limit, people.  But seriously, I know that if He had to, He would.  He's that kind of guy, and I'm grateful to be His.

My Two Cents...

It's so simple, really.

I love Him ; He loves me.  He owns me; I serve Him.

I don't have a ton of rules to follow.  He rarely, if ever (I can't remember a time when it happened) punishes me.  I know His expectations, and I meet them.

I don't "brat" in order to get His attention.  I am not obnoxious or disobedient.  I know what I am supposed to do, and I do it.  It's easy.

Why would I misbehave?

I WANT to serve Him, I WANT to please Him.

He WANTS me to serve Him, and He WANTS me to please Him.

We match.

He wants/desires, and I do.

That's all.

It's not hard.

"Is Your Coochie Awake?"

Yesterday Master was up early, and He was kind enough to let me continue to sleep.  And sleep I did.  I was all bundled under the covers, sleeping soundly, when I suddenly awoke to find Him next to me, naked, reaching for me, asking me if I was awake.

"No," was my response as I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes as He pulled away the covers and moved His hand between my legs.

"How about your coochie?  Is your coochie awake?"  That was the next question, and it received the same answer.

"No, my coochie is not awake."

Well, He knew how to wake it up.  One quick slap to a sleeping pussy will wake it right up.

So now that I was more or less awake, He showed me how awake He was.  By moving between my legs and shoving His rock hard cock deep inside me.  He fucked me for a long time, flipped me over, fucked me some more while grabbing my ass, then flipped me back again and fucked me until He came.

Oh yes, it was a good morning indeed.

Sometimes, It's What a Girl Needs...

Last night, as we lay in bed, trying but failing to go to sleep, I started to think about sucking His cock.  Really thinking about it, how it would feel at first in my hand, then in my mouth, hard and excited.  I thought about how I would use my lips and tongue to arouse Him and make Him moan with pleasure.  I thought about the taste of those first drops of pre-cum...

Then I realized, I wanted needed to suck His cock. 

So I rolled over to face Him, put my hand on his arm and began to lightly stroke.  I kissed His arm a few times.  When He rolled over on His back, I knew He'd gotten the message.

I moved my hands up under the blanket and toyed a bit with His nipples.  He likes that; they are quite sensitive and playing with them is a turn-on.  Eventually, I slid my hand down His torso to find what I was really after:  His cock.

Using the palm of my hand, I rubbed up and down, letting my fingertips graze against His balls.  Over and over I massaged His cock, and with each pass of my hand it grew harder and harder.  When it was nice and stiff, I said to Him in a very soft voice, "I want to put my mouth on you."

He replied, "Oh, you do?" as he placed His hand on the back of my head and guided me towards His shaft.  I cupped His balls as I placed my mouth around the tip of His cock.  He moaned a little, and I liked that.  I like to please Him in this way.

I worked my mouth up and down His cock, getting it nice and wet, pressing my tongue against the underside.  Soon I found my rhythm, the tempo of motion that's just-right, the swirl of my tongue around the bottom of the tip, up and down...He was moaning, and soon I tasted those first drops of pre-cum.  That made me moan.  It excites me to know He is so excited, to know that I am bringing Him so much pleasure.

He moaned some more, I moaned some more, and then He came, with His hand on the back of my head, pressing my mouth down on His cock as He shot His load into the back of my throat.  He kept me there for a few moments, while His orgasm finished, His cock pulsing in my mouth.

When He removed His hand, I released His cock from my mouth, and swallowed all of His cum.  I felt happy.  He felt good. 

We both felt sleepy.  We talked for a little while afterwards, then drifted off to sleep.

This morning He told me it was a wonderful blow-job, and that He likes it when it's my idea.  Then He added that He also likes it when it's His idea.  Then I pointed out, most accurately, that He just plain likes blow-jobs, no matter whose idea it is.  He laughed and agreed.

Basically, around here, it's blow-jobs FTW! *

*(FTW=for the win, in case you didn't know, or thought it meant something else.)

An Early Birthday Celebration

Tomorrow is Master's birthday.  Yesterday, since we were home alone and the timing seemed right, I gave Him His birthday present.  A lovely leather paddle, black, with an intricate design stitched into the topside.  It's the first real paddle we have ever owned.

Naturally, He wanted to try it out right away.

If you will remember from my previous post, I stated there were several newly acquired toys still waiting to be used.  I also wrote how He refrained from "opening a big ol' can of whoop-ass on my sorry behind" during my last beating, because He wasn't sure how much I could handle.

He rectified all of those things yesterday afternoon.

First He secured my hands behind my back using our new handcuffs.  Then, He ensured Himself some peace and quiet by placing our new ball-gag in my mouth.  He added a little sensory deprivation by placing the new silicone blindfold over my eyes.  Now all that was left to do was bend me over the end of the bed and try out His birthday present.

There were a few warm-up type swats with the paddle.  Like, maybe, three or four.  After that, it was game-on; the big ol' can of whoop-ass had been opened.  He alternated between the paddle and Mr. Cane  (I don't remember inviting Mr. Cane to this birthday party...), and soon, very soon, my ass was on fire.

The new paddle hurts.  Yes, I am sure you are as shocked as I am.  (Hah!)

The nice thing about the ball gag is that He couldn't understand me when I called Him a motherfucker when He, yet again, wrapped the tip of the cane around my right hip. Man, does that hurt.  When confronted about it afterwards, He claims His aim was on target, but that I moved.

Um, no.  That does not match my recollection.

However, the good news is, I was able to take what He dished out.  And we both like the new toys, and Master enjoyed His birthday present.

The only sad part, for me, was when I suggested that Mr. Cane ought to be retired, and He said "No."

Can't blame a slave-girl for trying.