slavemalia

03:43 pm: God Bless all those who perished this fateful Day...

God Bless those left behind to cope with such unimaginable grief...

God Bless those who were Heros that day...and those who stood in fear...

We will never forget...can never forget....

07:42 am: Good Morning....I hope all my friends had a great weekend...Mine was full of a mixture of Vanilla and not so vanilla activities... Yesterday we had a wonderful day at the beach... It started out crowded but around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, the sky turned dark and the beach cleared as there was lightening in the distance. We just packed stuff up and went to get a bite to eat. Storm was over in 30 minutes so we went to the same spot and the rest of the day there was hardly anyone there so it was great...


Saturday night however...well get a cup of coffee and read up...cause it was a Doozy of a night...
Master told me Saturday morning that He had made dinner reservations at Amuras. It's a higher end sushi restaurant in our area that we go to from time to time. I was excited cause it meant I would get to dress up nice. So we spent most of the day just doing things around the house, running errands etc...

On the way back from shopping He says...By the way...I decide what you where tonite...jewelry,make up...etc. I said O.K Master and that was that. We went home and unloaded stuff from the car and I let Him know that if He didn't need me for anything else, I would like to take a shower...wash my hair...start getting ready... He said that was fine...

I love my long hair,as a matter of fact, I believe that was rule #1... You will never cut your hair except for necessary trims... that was 12 years ago,and it wasn't short then... but it's a pain in the ass to work with. It's thick so it takes forever to dry...even when I help it along with a dryer, so I have to start ahead of time cause I don't keep Master waiting... B I G NO NO...
So I do all the girly things...get everything sparkly clean and smooth...rub lotion all over myself....Masters favorite that smells like pomegranate... Then I polish my fingers and toes a deep red per Masters instructions... I dry my hair and after it's dry enough, I put hot rollers in the bottom of my hair and roll it up a few rounds to put a wavy curl there. I go over to my makeup table and Master put out the eyeshadow and lipstick color He wanted...everything else was for me to do. So I applied my foundation, and lined my eyes with a smokey black. I applied the eyeshadow colors deep shades of greens and greys...not much, just enough to bring out my green eyes...Then, I line my lips and pick up the deep red lipstick Master chose for me to wear... I go over to the bed where He has placed what I'm to wear and I immediately start slipping deep into slave mode... The jewelry He has for me is what we use when we are in public that signifies what I am... A gold choker collar which to me looks so much like a slave collar. I know any Master or slave we see will know for sure that is what it is... A matching ankle and wrist bracelet that are very delicate gold chain intertwined with the letter S.... To us it stands for slave as my name doesn't start with an S. Soft dangly earrings made of links of gold that look like tinsy tiny chains... So I am now in full slave mode...anytime I wear these items, that's as in "mode" as collar and cuffs...I slip on the white lace panties...and my dress is a short black dress that buttons completely like a big shirt... It's not vulgar short, but about mid thigh... No hose cause we live in Fla, and Master hates them...unless it's winter and I use the old fashioned garters...anyway..no hose but killer black heels that hurt like a son of a bitch, but make my calves look great so whats a little more pain...I mean I like pain right? Right....

I go into the other room to tell Master I'm ready and He's there checking His voice mail looking so damn hot. He takes my breath away... He is such a ....man... strong and firm...killer blue eyes...creamy brown mustache...perfect bald head that I can't keep my hands off of...Tan as a beach bum. Creamy tan shirt unbuttoned so His tanned hairy chest peeks out at you...a pair of cocoa colored slacks and dockers.... I wanted to jump His bones right then...I am one lucky slave....

O K.. this is getting long so I'm going to condense through the restaurant scene...I haven't even got to the good part yet...

We got into the car... Me walking slightly behind...Him opening the car door for me. We pull away... Amuras isn't far up from where we live so we hold hands while He's driving. I kind of laughed in my head because I wanted to tell Him that great line Julie Roberts says to Richard Gere in pretty woman where she says... " In case I forget to tell you...I had a great time tonite"...but instead I just say... " Thank you Master for taking me out to dinner" "It's going to be an eventful evening my malia" is His reply.

We arrive...I wait in the car until He lets me out...we go inside...we're seated...menus handed out....He tells the waitress we only need one. He peruses the menu, the waitress returns , asks for the order, looks at me, I look down as I am always instructed to do, He says " I will be ordering" and He does.... He orders many wonderful sushi choices...some edamame for an appetizer along with some white fish served on a small boat made of ice...the meal was magical as we sipped cold sake and ate smoked salmon and eel ( not as bad as it sounds) tuna in a wasabi creme...just excellent food. Half way through I was told to go to the bathroom and remove my panties and bring them to Him... That's nothing new, but I always feel that no matter how discreetly I hand them to Him, it seems as if everyone knows that's what I did... Once He " accidently" dropped them on the floor by our booth in plain view of a table full of men on a business dinner. I must of turned 5 shades of red when the waitress brought us another glass of the wine we were drinking and said the table across from us wanted to buy us a drink...anyway...different story.....This pass off was discreet... He paid the bill, we got back in the car, and He leaned over and kissed me...deep deep kiss...made me shiver...
" Hands behind your back malia" So I did...He unbuttoned my dress completely...rubbing my breasts and palming my cunt. My nipples were so hard and standing out...He broke away, started the car...drove away...We have heavy tint some I'm not to concerned about being seen....He goes a different route...not towards home, but toward the tourist area of our town... I'm getting a little chilly from the air conditioning...little goosebumps everywhere.. He pulls up to a sheraton hotel and He turns off the car. He tells me I can button four of the buttons on the dress and only four.. I pick the four in the middle. Now the dresses bottom 3 and top 4 are undone...showing major cleavage and a considerable front slit...We get in the elevator alone and as soon as the door shuts, He shoves me into the wall, slaps my legs apart and shoves 3 fingers in my wet pussy..." Such a wet whore" He says... " For You Master... only for You" I reply... He stops because someone has made the elevator open, and like 5 people get on... Master looks normal, but I'm all disheveled and flushed... I just don't look at anyone and pretend I'm invisible... We get off on the next stop and Master opens the door.

He rented the room earlier in the day and picked up the keys... I wasn't aware of it so this was such a wonderful...thrilling...surprise...He used the card key... (first time He tried...never works that way for me...)opened the door...we stepped in, and immediately, I go to my knees...like I said full slave mode...which means anytime you aren't in public...hands and knees...lowered eyes....maximum slave posturing alert.....
"Heel malia" I hear....wincing inside because I hate how demeaning that sounds, yet the minute He says it, it makes tingles in my pussy... So I follow Him in...it's like half a condo...little mini kitchen...loveseat area, and a separate room for the bed and bathroom... He opens the mirrored closet door, He unbuttons my 4 buttons and removes my dress...then He takes a pair of standard handcuffs and cuffs my wrists to that wooden bar that holds all those hangers that you can't take off of the rod...He kisses me again, then says "Don't go anywhere" and closes the door... Ha Ha...don't go anywhere... How cute!! He goes and uses the bathroom...opens the bottle of wine He brought over earlier...gets things ready, then comes back to get me about 30 minutes later.... That's a long time to just stand with your arms above you, however I was able to lean into the wall...

So He releases me...I'm on my knees again and we go toward the bed... He's removed the comforter cause who knows how often they wash those...(I watched dateline....EEEEEWWWEEE)
" Hop Up malia" He says, so I get on the bed and get on my knees, rest my butt on my heels...hands behind my neck....He had His crop, and started popping my nipples, and my stomach and said... "Remember 3 for 3 "... "Yes Sir" I said remembering His post on my journal. " What do you think that meant?" He asked... " Your going to take my ass again Master?" I replied cause that would be 3 times in a short passage of time"... " Yes and no" He says to me as He keeps slapping me with the crop..." Shoulders back..elbows straight malia..."Don't piss me off by being lazy with your form" He says..."Focus on the slaps, and hold your composure"..." Yes Sir" I respond... "Then He goes on to explain, much to my worriment ( not sure if that's a word, but I was worried...o.k.!) what 3 for 3 meant... " Tonite slave...I'm going to fuck all 3 of your holes....and while I'm fucking one... the other 2 will be plugged, so that at all times you will be stimulated in all 3... doesn't that sond like fun?" He says..... "Oh sure...sounds like a party...sounds like a real good time...maybe...could be... I think.... " Yes Master...is what I say..... " No bondage tonite...your just going to be my fuck whore...and your going to beg for it when your mouths not full...and your going to squirm and hump and thrust that cunt and ass...and your going to moan and squeal and look at me with gratitude with those slave eyes of yours!".... All of this being said while He rolled my clit between His fingers with one hand and His mouth by my ear and a hand full of my hair pulling me close to him in the other.... Nothing gets me wetter than when Master talks to me like that...Jesus,I don't know what kept me from exploding then and there at that moment... I just remember saying.... "Yes...yes...please Master...please fuck me"..."On Your back..spread your legs" He says as He gets up for a minute.... He goes to the night stand pulls out this short, but wide as hell cock gag and puts it in my mouth...fastens it behind my head, pulling my hair in the process... This sucker...( ha, ha, ha) was very wide my mouth was certainly full of cock..." Pull your knees up to your chest...all the way... now spread them wide..pull back slut...get those knees up around your ears" He says... I wince from the strong vulgar words but my pussy is throbbing... I remember a few hours ago feeling like a princess...now I felt like a worthless piece of ass... I pulled my legs back as far as I could...and could only imagine the way it looked.. I could feel the air hitting the inside of my pussy cause it was pulled so wide... then I saw the butt plug...He started pushing it in...and I started moaning from the pressure of it... " Thats it whore... moan for me...you know you need that ass full" He literally sucks His mouth on my clit when He pushes the plug fully in...Then He moves off the bed, telling me not to move.... He takes all of His clothes off and I'm sort of squirming around...my ass hurts without clit stimulation and my mouth is full...Did I say no clit stimulation... How about ten quick slaps with the crop on my clit, causing me to clench that plug in my ass... then He put the head of His cock in my cunt and just held it there... " You want this cock whore?" I hear... I shake my head yes and moan as best I can...."Reach for it slut"...pump those hips up here...work for this cock" I try, but the angle just isn't right...it's not very effective..." Pathetic lazy cunt", I hear as He sinks deep inside me.... I think I saw stars...like on the cartoons...when you get hit over the head with something!! It feels so damn good when He just sinks His cock down inside me...but it also pushes the plug in deeper...He fucks me like this for...hell I don't know how long....I'm in this feels tremendous world...but He stops before He cums..." Let go of your legs" He says and I do. He takes off the cock gag...the pulls out our big vibrating dildo. He pushes it up inside of me...tells me to squeeze my thighs together...then He straddles my tits...and puts His cock by my mouth..."Suck me whore...lick all that slave juice off and suck your Master... I'm gonna pump your face slut...fuck your throat hard!" He says to me....My tits are getting mashed by His hard thighs...His cock is pressing in and out the back of my throat...my ass is spread wide, and I can feel the vibrator through my pussy into my ass... CUMMING!!...Master!!!...I have to cum.... I try to say, but He's somewhere else at the moment...I'd like to say I am a well trained slave who cums on command...but I'm not... When that flood gate opens...it's gone baby... I can't stop it once it crests... GOD... GOD....GOD.... SOOO INTENSE...and the orgasm stops, but the vibrator doesn't so then it almost feels so good that it hurts....I need it to stop, just so I can catch my breath...but it doesn't and He doesn't until a few minutes later when He cums so deep in my throat that His balls are by my lips. He pulls out...I'm exhausted and weak and emotionally just on edge...does He stop, and relax a minute....NOOO He likes me just like this when I'm all maleable... " Kneel up..now whore... Hands behind your head...and it just registers whats left...my ass fuck...Master starts pulling on my nipples...pinching them..."Ready for my cock up your ass dirty whore?" He says... "Good girls don't let anyone fuck there ass... but your not a good girl are you?.... ARE YOU??... He says in my face...." No Sir" I whisper... " Louder whore,... SAY IT... "No Sir,"... I say... I'm not a good girl"...." ..."NO?"...He says.... "What are You?...He barks as He holds my jaw in His hands...looking me dead in the eyes... "I'm a dirty whore"...He slaps my tits... "Your WHAT?.. He says...." I'm YOUR dirty whore Master"... "That's what I wanted to hear!!" He says..." Now crawl over to that luggage holder rack... I want that ass nice and red before I fuck it"...I crawl over and drape my body across this kind of flimsy rack you put your suitcase on... " Grab hold of the bottom metal rod and don't let go malia".... "Yes Master...I said... I heard Him get the belt out of His pants and then I felt the first lash across my ass...then another...and another... "If your not a good girl...than you need to be punished don't you?"... " Yes Sir" I squeal out between lashes..." Thank You Master" I say...More lashes, and my ass is totally clinched on the plug still inside me... "I'm going to make that ass, nice and red...then I'm gong to fuck it... I'm going to grab handfuls of that tender flesh and hold it tight while I ram my cock in your tight hole... " Do you want that dirty whore?... Yes!!...Yes!!...Yes!! Master!!!...I say... another series of lashes...I don't know how many...don't know how I didn't let go of the rack...don't even remember getting back on the bed...next thing I remember, I'm on my knees,keeling down on the bed with my face on the mattress, my ass in the air...my legs spread obscenely wide...I feel the butt plug being pulled out of my ass and I remember crying out when that happened cause it hurt...He put the vibrating dildo back in my pussy... holding it on my clit...making me wiggle and thrust and fuck on it like it was real..."It's time dirty whore... tell me what you need?"...He says... " Fuck my ass...Please fuck my ass Master" " I need it so much" I said...and I meant it.... It's why He's such a superb Master. He knows how to manipulate my psyche so much because I HATE anal sex...but at that moment... I needed it more than the breath I was breathing... I craved being fucked in the ass at that moment...

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back...put the cock gag back in..."3 for 3...remember?" He said...then let my head go limp...He pulled my ass up higher to suit whatever angle He needed..then He grabbed my ass causing me to scream for real behind the gag...spread my ass open and slowly pushed His cock deep in my ass... I pushed the vibrator on my clit as hard as I could so the intense pleasure would absorb most of the pain...and it did... He started fucking me harder and harder...I was moaning and thrusting and He was mumbling..."Dirty fucking whore"...and "your my fucking slave"..."mine"...He always gets real possessive when He gets intense...almost like He's afraid it's going to go away somehow...like it's too perfect...

Finally He cums...and once again He's left me an raw emotional wreck because I was crying and moaning behind the gag....

He pulled out slowly...and turned off the vibrator...and gently this time undid the cock gag, and held me close and shushed me. I was sobbing how great it was and how much I loved Him and needed Him, and He was kissing my face and calming me down...and we fell asleep......

07:01 pm: It's not over yet pretty miss slave malia


This weekend


3 for 3

you are Mine

Master K

08:56 am: I hope Master gets off this anal kick He's had lately pretty soon. My bum needs a break...

The wall dildo a couple of days ago...then last night... We're not supposed to do stuff like this during the week...

So, I'm in bed waiting for Master to finish His shower. Poker is over (Daniel lost...but so did Bigler...!! I know,... a girl who likes to watch poker... I'm an oddball for sure...) any hooo jeez pick a point malia....

Where was I..Master comes out of shower...usually at this point, I rub His back, or neck and shoulders...then we go to sleep...Last night He walks over to my side of the bed and says..

"Move to the end of the bed malia ...all fours....kneel"... I love how He says my name. He uses it all the time...along with slave and cunt and all those other names... but when He says malia...in just that tone that causes shivers...it's hypnotic...kind of like the pavlov theory...but instead of the bell setting me off...it's the way He says my name...

God...ANYWAY...I do as I 'm told... I position myself at the end of the bed...spread my legs wide, then arch my back...raise my ass in the air and put my cheek on the mattress...put my hands behind my neck for the time being...
His voice whispering in my ear... " I'm going to warm you up a bit first... He steps back and straps me with His belt on my ass cheeks...waiting for the thank You Master after each on...After 10 or so of those...He stops...
"Take your hand malia...reach under and rub your clit... get Her nice and aroused for me"... He watches for a bit while I masturbate for Him " "Hump your hand little slave...squirm for me" ...I hear as He walks up behind me..."Keep playing with your clit slut...don't stop"...He says as He sinks His cock deep in my pussy...grinding it all the way in...taking my breath away from the suddeness of it..." God ..It always feels so good to be so full of Him..." Rub Your clit baby"..He says...cause I'm going to go in your ass the same way... no little bit at a time...no adjustments... I'm gonna pull out of your cunt and go right in your ass... " Master"..."Please Don't"... I start to panic...Usually it's slow and easy...not just all at once and I'm really anxious about it...
I'm so close to cumming so I back off a little...I want to stay right on the edge... "Oh, Yes malia...My cock is not waiting this time... straight from your cunt...to buried deep in your ass"... He pulls my head back by my hair..." You want that...don't you malia"... Tell your Master what you want slavegirl" He says... " Please fuck my ass Master I say... Please Master fuck me now" I beg..." Rub that clit slut... rub it hard... Pinch it for me"...He says... and just like that He pulls out of my ass..puts the head of His cock to my asshole...and pushes in in one slow fluid motion... I honestly thought I was going to pass out... He didn't do it hard or rough...He didn't slam in me or anything...but He didn't do a little and stop...then again... He buried Himself to the hilt in one fluid motion... A groan of which I've never heard come from myself came out and I was overwelmed with emotion... I just fell to pieces mumbling...please fuck me... I need to cum...so close... My hands had fallen limp beside me as He started fucking my ass in long slow strokes... He pushed me forward and put His knees on the bed to get better leverage... " He reached under me and pressed hard on my clit, and I came with a whole different intensity than usual... He grabbed my hair in both hands holding the strands like reins while He spent Himself inside of my ass...

Sometime later when I was concious again...I had to go to the bathroom to release the sperm enema I received.... God was my ass tender... Today I can barely sit... Not fair....Not the "good" pain I like....lol

09:25 am: To The Wall...
My Master is creative...my Master is devious...My Master is deviously creative. Sunday night...It's 10 o'clock...We head for bed... Master decides He wants a jacuzzi,so we go into the Master bath...He's already ran the water and added the bubbles... I take off my robe...then my teddy... I start to walk up the step to get in...

"malia" I hear..

I turn my head to look at Him and He curls His finger at me and points to the floor. I go to my hands and knees and crawl toward Him... He steps aside and I can't believe what I see... He has screwed a double dildo into the wall. and a hook higher above it... He takes baby oil and puts it on the dildos and slathers it on my ass and pussy... This dildo is made so that it angles one into your pussy and one in your ass...

"Back up on it malia"... "spread your ass and impale yourself..."Fill those slave holes for your Master." I ease back as He positions the phalluses. The one in my cunt is no problem, but the ass one hurts and I try to ease it slowly...

"Now malia He says..and proceeds to shove me back causing it to pop in without trouble...for Him at least. I on the other hand feel as though I'm being torn in half...

He haphazardly pulls my hair back in a pony tail with my hair ties...then ties a piece of rope to my hair and attaches the rope to the hook. This has me in the hands and knees position,with my head pulled severley back. If I pull forward it pulls my hair... On my breasts He puts nipple clamps with weights, pulling my nipples down ...

He puts a rather large ball gag in my mouth...He says He likes to watch me drool...He knows it means I can't wait to feast on His cock...

Then He gets in the jacuzzi with all the candles lit around it while I am fixed to the wall...
After about 15 minutes He gets out...says He's getting too hot...so He takes all 6 candles and dribbles the wax down my back...holds it over my shoulder so it drizzles on my breasts... He blows two of the candles out...removes my nipple clips...and as the blood rushes back in...he dips my nipples in the pool of melted wax of the candles...I almost bit a hole in the ball gag...My nipples were burning...encased in a pool of wax... I'm squirming as much as I can...tears are in my eyes...

Then...Master puts a towel down under me... He releases my hair from the hook... He gets on His back and scoots under me... OH MY GOD... HEAVEN.... He licks my clit... He is sucking and licking my clit...
" Rock for me baby... thats my girl...rock on that dick" He says and then goes back to putting His hot mouth on me... I look down and guess whats just in my reach... Yeah Baby... I take His cock in my mouth and we begin the dueling oral... I'm humping the wall and His tongue... He's thrusting into my mouth... Less than 10 minutes...I'm cumming all over the place... He follows suit shortly there after...allowing me to swallow it all... Yummies yummies...

The not so fun part... getting the wax off of me... then cleaning it all up while Master took everything off of the all...

The fun part again...warming up the jacuzzi and going for round two...

08:00 am: CONTINUATION OF YESTERDAYS POST...
STOP>> READ YESTERDAYS POST FIRST IF YOU HAVEN"T ALREADY !!!! THIS IS PART 2 ......


So.... where was I... kneeling on my bamboo mat...blindfolded, nipple clips attached to collar, wrists,and elbows tied together, holding the quarter on the wall with my nose...disoriented from being awakened and immediately placed in blindfold and bondage....

I hear Master get back in bed...the wall I'm up against is within a step or two of the bed... My biggest fear is that He will fall back asleep and leave me there...I don't know how long I was frozen in that position...maybe 10 or 15 minutes... my knees were hurting so much from the rice...I kept ever so slightly trying to pull up and relieve the pressure from one to the other, but it wasn't helping much... the quarter was still on the wall but several times I moved to much and almost lost it...my shoulder muscles were screaming from them being pulled close together... I started to whimper a bit...trying to focus on the quarter... I can't hear Master... I'm sure He's asleep. I move my knees again and I swear it now feels like I'm kneeling on broken glass. It doesn't cut into your skin...but it bruises it and makes it so tender...and then...in a split second...I lost the quarter...It lands with a smack on the bamboo mat...

It seems Master wasn't asleep after...

"Oh...to bad for Malia"... I hear... He gets up and goes to the other side of the room and gets a wooden chair we keep in our bedroom. It's just the right height for me to bend over. He comes over to me and takes off the blindfold...then pulls me up off of my knees and onto my feet. There are pieces of rice embedded in my knees that He brushes out...( there were still imprints the next morning) He unties my elbows and I whimper some more because my shoulders ache as they are left to go back in a normal position...then He unties my wrists, and walks me over to the chair. I hesitate simply for self preservation I suppose because I know what's coming...

" You know what to do malia" He says. " Yes Master" I reply. At this point I want desperately to plead for Him not to cane me. I want to promise not to roll my eyes, and ask for another chance...but I know that it will only put off the inevitable. Or...I will either piss Him off, or amuse Him...because one thing I know...is that Master seldom tells me what He's going to do,and then gives in and let's me talk Him out of it... He's very consistent and steadfast... Usually I like this about Him...except for...oh, I don't know...like maybe when I'm about to get 5 whacks with the cane...

I bend over the chair...and He ties my wrists to the front 2 legs...and my ankles to the back two...tightly... He unsnaps my nipple clip chain from my collar, and takes the clips off of my nipples. A quick intake of breath...the pain flashes hot, and then starts to subside... He steps on my hair a few times because with my head facing upside down it's on the floor...but He doesn't notice. His mind is on other things...

The reason I am tied like this...other than the fact that Master loves me in bondage...is because quite frankly I am not yet disciplined enough to be able to be hit with the cane and remain still. I see slaves on the internet that are able to be whacked with a cane many many times and they are able to just show the slightest of flinches.. I wish I knew how they are able to do it because the second that cane hits my ass I am hopping all over the damn place , and rubbing it like crazy. The paddle I can remain mostly still..the whips...a strap, or ruler...even a switch...well that one is harder than the others...but the cane is just beyond me at this point... maybe it's because He doesn't use it all that much...whatever the reason...He has decided it's best if I have no choice in the matter...no ability to hop around, no way to rub my burning ass...

He comes up behind me and pulls my head up by my hair, hard...(God I love that)

" Was there something You wanted to say" He says to me.
"Yes Master" I reply..."What is it slave?" He asks.
" Master, Please teach me to be more respectful"
" What else?" He says
" I'm very sorry I rolled my eyes at You...I'll try very hard not to do that again"
" Good Girl" He says as He lets my head fall forward..
Then something to the effect of... " I'm sorry too...I didn't want to be up at 2:30 in the morning dealing with you...but you put us here didn't you malia?"
"Yes Master" I said as meekly as I could muster... He put the cane up to my mouth for the humiliation of kissing it before He hit me with it...not just kissing it... but making me run my tongue all over it and telling me things like "kiss it pretty little slave, cause it's going to kiss you right back"...

At this point I just want to get this over with because I HATE HATE HATE the cane. I've even considered making it a limit. We discuss limits and things ever now and then, but I really try hard not to do that cause to me the whole point of the slave thing is to be pushed to do things you don't want to do...one of those Master perks...and I can deal with it... I just don't like it..

and Master can sometimes be a benevolent Master because the next thing I hear and feel at the same time is the vibrator on my clit...good thing I can't squirm to much, cause I'd be all over the place... then it stops... and the cane slices through the air and hit my ass... NOTHING...NOTHING that I've ever tried turns into white hot burning pain like a stroke from a cane... not just a cute little play tap..I'm talking a hard wrist snapping slap with it...It's all I can do not to scream at the top of my lungs, but I immediately tear up...

"Malia" I hear...
"One stroke Master...May I have 4 more" I say...not meaning a word of it...
Another slice in the air and I suck the air in quickly and whimper loudly...the vibrator immediately going to my clit...confusing my brain with the signals of pleasure and pain...

" Two strokes Master, May I have 3 more"
The next stroke hits on the underside of my ass cheeks...burning...my ass is throbbing...
I'm crying now...shaking my head...the vibrator goes back on my clit and Master sticks 3 fingers inside of me for just a few seconds...

He says something like " Look how wet this cunt is...you love this don't you slave...He pulls my head back again, and puts His fingers to my lips.."Lick off your juice malia... lick it and beg me for the last two strokes...

I sucked His fingers in my mouth, tasting myself...licking my essence from Him....I'm so close to orgasm...yet my ass is throbbing..." Please Master...please cane me...2 more strokes...please" I beg...and I mean it... I want those strokes...I crave those strokes... Jesus Christ...I need those strokes...Again higher in the air He goes and it comes down and brands my ass with the purple stripe... The pain spreads like wildfire across both cheeks...and I wait for the pleasure but it's not there... only His hand rubbing over the visibly raised welts..I'm sobbing as quietly as possible, and then ..in my ear I hear..." Last one baby"...and being the Master He is...it was just as hard as the one before...didn't let up at all...but as soon as it hit, He put the vibrator back up to my pussy and gave me permission to cum...He then walked around to the front of me, held my head up and fed me His cock... I'd like to drag this out and tell you of all my fellatial talents, and try to steam this up some more... but the truth of it is... I'm barely in this hemisphere at this time, and He's so turned on that It takes about 4 pumps in my hot wet mouth and He erupts like Mount Vesuvious... Some in my mouth...but mostly He sprays it all over my breasts...

He unties my wrists and then my ankles and I immediately go to my knees and wrap my arms around His legs and apologize again...for real...sincerely this time... because now I geniunely feel that way.

He tells me to crawl over to His side of the bed... He takes a very short leash and attaches it to my collar and then to the railing of the bed. He gives me a pillow and a sheet and says...

"Go to sleep slave... You will remember this for some time to come...I love you"...Deep thorough melting kiss and I'm left on the floor...and asleep within minutes....

09:10 am: I'm in bed dreaming sweet dreams...something about the beach if I remember...just basking in the sun...hearing the waves wash ashore when I'm awakened suddenly by Masters hands on the back of my neck. Quickly my eyes are covered with a blind fold...my hands are tightly bound behind my back. I'm pulled to the edge of the bed...pulled off of the bed roughly and placed on my knees... another piece of rope binds my elbows together... my shoulders burn from the muscles being stretched. He pulls me to the corner...half drags, half crawling...nipple clamps are attached and screwed tighter than usual...the chain connecting them is attached to the ring in my collar...pulling them cruely out and up...I feel my bamboo pad under my knees. Master pulls me back slightly and I hear the sound of something being dropped on the bamboo...I know from past times what it is...I am now positioned back on the mat...my knees pressing into rice that is scattered about... It presses into my knees and I have to keep adjusting myself to keep it from hurting to much. He pushes my face close to the wall and I feel something...It's a quarter... " Hold this quarter with your nose on the wall... If you drop the quarter you receive 5 hits with the cane... He puts His mouth up close to my ear and says..." Don't roll those pretty little slave eyes at me like you did earlier tonite when I told you to get ready for bed." You follow my directions with a pleasant attitude, so I don't have to interrupt my rest to teach you a lesson" I hope you drop the quarter... I want to mark my slaves ass. I want you to feel it when you sit down tomorrow" With that He moves away and I am left to hold the quarter...It sounds so simple...but try it some time when you are blind folded and have rice digging into your knees...the slightest movement can cause it to slip....

oops...sorry...can't finish my tale..Master just texted me with an errand I need to run for Him...I'll finish later...keep you in suspense...lol ~malia~

05:17 pm: Busy at the moment...
Sorry I didn't get a chance to post today...seems Ernesto wants to be an uninvited guest. Spent the day getting water supply,filling gas cans and buying non perishables. Also catching up on the laundry, and putting away small outdoor items... shouldn't be too bad...only projecting 60 mph winds in my county... We'll probably get pool screening knocked out, and lose power for a day or two or three...we'll see...prepare for the worst, and hope for the best... so if I'm not here for a few days it will be because I'm either preparing for the storm, or have no electricity...but worry not...soon I will be back to telling you of my erotic encounters with Master...

Pray for our safety....

~malia~

08:09 am: It's supposed to be rainy today. Hasn't happened yet though. I love rainy days...the ones with some distant thunder and lightening flashes...intervals of heavy rain and light. Even if it's the middle of summer and hot as can be. I still like to have a cup of hot chocolate...the homemade kind where you melt chocolate and add whole milk and creme and a touch of nutmeg and cinnamon. I'll go out on the lanai and curl up on the sofa with a book and just watch the rain or read... I have everything I needed to do finished so I can enjoy it when it starts.. Laundry finished except for one load left to hang up in the dryer...Sheets changed, dishes done...only one more day by hand :)... kitchen swept and mopped...Masters bathroom is tidy and fresh... think I'll make Master some tiramasu for dinner...

O.K. no new stuff to talk about as we kind of just watched t.v.and fell asleep last night, so I'll tell you of a time I was just reminded of when I was writing about rain. Master loves bondage..well, He loves me IN bondage is what I mean. He likes limiting my movement... he likes it when I struggle...He likes it when I don't...He just likes seeing me bound... There's a time of year where we live that you can literally set your clock by what time it rains every day. The front from the east coast clashes with a front from the west coast over our county on a daily basis during this particular time of year... so, it was early afternoon and we had been in heavy M/s mode all day... I had already had my wrist tied and rope attached to them that was draped over the upstairs landing and pulled up til I was on my toes....This is His favorite bound position for me when I'm standing as it makes my breasts stand out and they are full and so accessible...also every other part is stretched full, my rib cage, my back is totally exposed...etc... This particular time He spent close to 30 minutes if I remember correctly putting over a hundred clothespins on me...My breasts of course, but everywhere He could get them to pinch...my arms, sides, pussy, all over my breasts...sides and underneath... then he took various whips and whipped me until He had knocked off all of the pins...it wasn't so bad, although a couple were stubborn, and pinched the skin extra hard when they slid off instead of popped off... The worst part of this scenerio was the actually bondage position because I was stretched so tight, that my shoulders started to ache... He released me and I gave Him a slow sensual blow job which He loves of course....(BIG DUH) and as I was giving said blow job, I guess He noticed that it was about to rain. He pulled me off of His cock and told me to follow Him... I think I've mentioned before how outside of the Masterbath there is a sliding glass door that opens into a small garden area... It's beautiful now, but at the time we hadn't fixed it up yet and it was pretty much just a plot of dirt with some grass... but it's perfect for play because it's isolated, and has a 15' tall locked fence around it... I'm already naked from previous play and He takes me out there and tells me to lie on the ground, flat on my back.. The ground is bumpy and rough...not much grass...hurts my ass where I was whipped before...He ties me spread eagle with long pieces of rope. It's so hot out. The ground is hot on my back...the sun is in my eyes He pulls my hair out from underneath me (My hair is long, almost to my ass) and fans it out on the ground above my head...It starts to sprinkle a little and He takes a shovel and fills this small bucket with the dirt thats out there and starts spreading it on my body...my legs my crotch, my stomach, my tits...around my neck...He poured a complete bucket all over my hair...then put hand fulls of dirt on my face and kind of scrunched it around... I was spitting out dirt that was on my lips and struggling a bit...turning my head from side to side.. I said...stop damn it...enough... OOOPS... not a good idea... because He left and came back with a small tall jar..like a jar olives, or capers come in...told me to open my mouth...I did and it wasn't hard to hold, but it was uncomfortable. " You make a fine rain gauge malia..He says. If you drop it...You sleep out here tonight...After the kids go to bed,you'll come back out here and sleep...so hold tight... The rain starts falling faster as He hurries inside and watches me from the sliding door. A couple of minutes later...full on down pour...I have to close my lips around the jar so I don't have rain running down my throat. I didn't want to get choked and have to spit out the jar. I didn't realize how hard rain could beat down until that day... I mean, everyone has been caught in the rain before, but that's on your head for as long as it takes you to get out...My breasts and face especially felt like they were being pummelled with tiny pebbles. My eyes were closed, but it still hurt popping on my eye lids... In a matter of minutes the dirt where I was laying turned to mud...The dirt Master put on me had washed off, but I was still basically laying in a mudhole... My hair was a disaster...between the dirt I was laying in, and the dirt He poured over it it was just a muddy mess.The jar was between a forth and half full of water in 15 minutes...that's how hard it rained. In roughly 30 minutes Master came back out. It was just barely drizzling. He took out the jar and pored the water in my face then untied me... He was laughing at me which total infuriates me. He knows this...does it on purpose to get me to fuck up so He can use it against me sometimes...lol... I can't even lift my head it's so full of mud...to heavy to lift... He tells me to roll over...Roll around in the mud malia...I hesitate for a minute...MALIA...I said roll around NOW...I want to see those breasts covered in mud...Do it now. I roll over and rub the front of my body in it... " That's a good girl...this is good for you remember... Isn't that what you told me last year when I paid for that mud wrap ...when we went to Amelia Island... How good the mud is for your skin?? Remember ?....maybe we should do this once a week....what do you think malia?... "If you think so Master"...I said as I rubbed my tits in the warm mud... I heard Him turn on the water hose... Crawl over here on the concrete He says... I can't express to you enough how heavy my hair was... I honestly could not lift my head, from a lowered position... I had mud everywhere imaginable. First, He washed the mud out of my hair which took a good 10 to 15 minutes of just running the hose from back to front...Then I had to kneel up so He could wash it off of my breasts and stomach...back also...he had the spray on high and it further irritated my sore breasts from the pins and whipping...then up on my feet and round and round until the mud was gone...of course some direct water pressure on my clit had me hopping around... I wish He had never found that website where they do all the bdsm stuff with water...I hate being the guinea pig for new ideas...lol ...so after all of that, I then went inside and took a warm shower and cleaned all over again...

That was defintly one of those instances where His "fantasy idea" wasn't as good for Him as the real thing because we haven't done it since and that was almost 3 years ago... He says it was fun doing it, but the clean up was hell.. He was covered almost as much as I was by the time He was through rinsing me off...OOOHHHH POOR MASTER... No really...There is no sarcasm in that remark... Really...

07:27 am: So this has been my morning so far... I am attached to the chain that is fixed to the staircase again... Still M/ W/ F...this is the second week. One of my many rules is I must keep my cell phone on or near me at all times. He expects His calls or texts answered promptly. Here are my texts for today.

9:03 am... Go 2 bdrm crner. kneel. tke off top text me pic. Don't move til I txt bck.
9:04 am...text back pic.
9:20 am... go 2 D.R. strip, crawl undr tble,txt pic. Sty on 4's til nxt txt.
9:22 text pic.
9:25 Gt chry popcicle, lay on kit fl... pull legs back, fuck yrslf til nthng but stik. txt 3 pic.
9:30 1st pic...pop going in...(brrrr)
9:34 2nd pic...pop half in,melting down my crack to floor.
9:47 3rd pic...stick,red sticky pussy,puddle on the floor.
9:50 Lick puddle clean...text pic with "bark "... stay til I txt.
10:02 text pic of tongue in puddle licking...text is ruff ruff
10:10 Good girl...u look lik bitch n heat with drippy wet red cunt. now..clips on nips, plg in ass w/ ht sauce on,...remve chain...put on shorts, halter, thse shoes that r 2 smll, socks. Walk 2 Brean strt. Txt pic of sign
10:35 text street sign pic... ASS is burning...pussy is oozy and sticky. feet hurt from shoes
10:45 when home, remve clths, attch chain, remve pins,plug.tke shwer...resume reg. tsks.
10:47 Yes Sir...Thks for Your attent. Master
10:50 Hve 11 appt. with client. u r a good slve puppet. I luv 2 mke u dance frm wrk. U R MINE malia
10:54 Yes MASTER...i am Yours.

and that was my morning. i am now clean and free of sticky popcicle,and anal hot sauce...

So How's your Wednesday ?????? lol

09:55 am: I hope everyone had a great weekend. We had lots of fun as we went to the springs yesterday and tubed down the river. It always amazes me how clear the water is.

Saturday night was awesome... We snuck out of the bed like thieves in the night, and made love in the swimming pool.. It was so erotic... We walk into the deep end until it's over my head, but not Masters...(I'm 5'4", He's 6'2") Then I wrap my legs around Him and lick and suck on His neck while He fingers my pussy... I move down and suck and nip at His nipples until they are hard little pebbles... He slowly walks me back to the edge of the pool so my back is pushed against the wall. He lifts my hips ever so slightly and slowly works His cock deep...all the way to the base. From this position I can feel His balls brush up against the back of my cunt. He thrusts hard and rough, grinding my back into the wall, but it feels so good I hardly seem to notice. He pulls my head back sharply by my hair and sinks His teeth into my neck. I'm gasping, and suppressing squeals, and begging to be fucked harder while I cling to him...I cum first, as this angle is crazy good for clit stimulation. Master follows quickly though as my cunt is squeezing His cock from the orgasm contractions. I love skinny dipping with Master.

Friday night was lessons in obedience. I had to stay home and write a 5 page essay on Why it's important to do my tasks as Master gives them, and the importance of service to Master since I got caught last week not doing the chores when I should have. He went to play cards with some of His buddies... He won $75.00 though...He's such the card shark. I was afraid when He came home, I'd have to do the whole "have the papers torn up and pick them up with my mouth and be whipped deal", but He wasn't in the mood. Maybe I'll get a pass on that one. I'm still washing dishes by hand, but I don't have to mop the kitchen with a bucket and cloth anymore. However when I awakened Saturday morning and made my way to the kitchen...(Master wakes up before me on most Saturdays)...He had emptied all 3 utensil drawers into the sink, and the entire tupperware cabinet. So for two hours I washed and dried and put away silverware, and tupperware while He lounged on the pool float. Yeah, I know...next time, I'll do what I'm supposed to...it's much easier that way.

Sunday night, Master came in after I was already sound asleep in bed. He turned me over and straddled my hips. He then took our soft cotton rope and bound my breast together very tightly. He attached the clips with a chain on my nipples, then attached the chain to the thin collar I was told to wear to bed. Baby oil was then squirted all over my chest...rivers of it...It was dripping down my neck...into my hair...all over the sheets. i was a bit annoyed, but I was a smart little slave, and didn't say anything...He started masturbating just long enough to make His cock thick and hard. I love to watch Him masturbate...it's such a turn on to watch Him work Himself over.To watch Him respond to His own touch. It's such an intimate thing to get to see... He grabbed my tits and pushed His cock into the crevice that was formed by the rope squeezing them together. He fucked my tits while He told me what a good slave I was...that I was there for His pleasure..asleep, or awake...I was His to use... A few more thrusts and He pulled out and came on my face... I opened my mouth as I have been trained to do and I received some of it, but most of it was running down my neck, or off my cheek. He un bound my breast while I winced and squirmed as the blood began to flow back in. Just as I was absorbing that painful event, He unclipped my chain and took off the nipple clamps...an encore OOWWW...I didn't climax, or even become stimulated outside of the pleasure of seeing Master masturbate Himself.

As hot as that scene was...the reality is...then Master went to take a shower while I had to change the sheets, then go into the other bathroom and take a shower and wash the oil out of my hair..then dry it. An hour later I came back to bed and Master was sound asleep.

As I lay there trying to fall back asleep, I became aroused when I thought of the session. I mean...could it have been anymore slave like. There I was, sound asleep,and all it took was for Him to roll me over. He took what He wanted. He pleasured Himself with His possession the way He wanted...when He wanted. he didn't care that I had to change the sheets, or wash my hair and dry it...such small inconveniences for His pleasure...and not His inconveniences at all. He wanted and He took...and I submitted...It never entered His mind that I wouldn't...It never entered my mind that I could... I love that it's that ingrained in us...Unfortunately, the irony of it all is now I'm hot as hell thinking about what an obedient slave I was, and I can't wake Master up to ask permission to play with myself. So He sleeps, and I try to fall asleep with my pussy throbbing... Such is the quandary of a slave...

06:48 am: Good Morning World,

Last night I was reading my friends page and came across a post by pepe's slave. I wanted to comment on it and try to give her my take on it... pepe's slave writes...




I have met a lot of wonderful folks here in this slave community on LJ and in some areas of my life, I seem to have a lot in common with some of these women. But over and over again, intellectually and emotionally I am brought up short by some of the things I read in the slave journals ... wondering (1) why would anyone actually want to have these things done to them / welcome having done them done to them and (2) how can Masters see it as showing love to do these things to women they say they love?

I know these are not questions that a slave is supposed to be asking, but they are the questions I struggle with each day. Even more so now when I feel so emotionally far away from my own Master because he has been so busy for so long. He has been doing the best he can to keep a line of connection between us but it has had to become a very thin line because for so long now it has been nourished only enough to keep it from breaking because of my Master's time constraints.

Maybe it would be different if I was a masochist. If I craved pain and humiliation and self-identified as a slave in any way other than my relationship with my own Master. But I'm not a masochist. If something happened to my Master, I would not say I was a slave seeking a Master and search for someone else to be my Master so that I could keep being a slave. I am not vanilla but I could be content with just some occasional light bondage and an as needed spanking.

There is just something about my Master that despite my questioning of this lifestyle makes me respond to him in a way that I have never responded to anyone else. Something about him that makes me buy into it when he tells me that it is fine that I don't enjoy this stuff because my acceptance of things that I don't enjoy for his pleasure, makes my submission more pleasing to him. After all, if I enjoy it, how is it really submission? I have learned that there is a part of me that is "fed" by my submission to my Master.

So looked at from that angle, this all seems to make sense ... i.e., I am meant to not enjoy this because Master has trained me that what is to matter to me is his pleasure and his pleasure comes from my obedience and submission. And that did work for us when Master was not so busy and had time to keep my head in "slave mode." Unfortunately as Master has had less and less and less time available to him, my independence has reasserted itself and these questions which seem less important when Master is making me "feel your role as slave" are reasserting themselves.

THIS ENDS HER EXERT...THIS WAS NOT HER ENTIRE POST...ONLY WHAT I WANTED TO COMMENT ON


One thing is when you are exploring your sexuality, and your desires, there's nothing wrong with asking questions,even if you are a slave. When you are exploring a M/s relationship there are even more questions as you are going against human nature by turning over control to someone else... There are so many levels of this relationship...some M/s relationships are barely sexual at all and are more service oriented...( cooking, cleaning,laundry, running errands..etc... Some are strictly sexual, and touch no other part of their lives outside of the bedroom. Some M/s relationship are more about "How far would you go for me"...whether it's pain or humiliation or degradation, or all of them. There's so much exploration, and it's different for every relationship.
I'm sure there are hundreds of clinical psychological studies on why someone would be a sadist, or a masochist. What makes a person want to inflict pain..or a person want to accept it. All I can say is it's just what turns that switch on in some of us...and everyone of us has a switch that gets turned on. Whether your into dirty talk, or bondage, or "Daddy's" girl, or humiliation, or spankings...etc the list goes on forever...something somewhere clicks a hot button for you...some people take it a lot further than others. What I do may completely appall some people, yet others might think it was too tame and take it further. You mentioned Kaya's post. She and I lead somewhat similar lifestyles...we are both consciously in slave mode at all times...some days it may get pushed to the back of the burner for a while because of our daily happenings, but generally, not a day goes by that we haven't done something directly pertinent to our M/s relationships... She does many things that I do...yet, in some areas she goes much farther than I am comfortable with...My Master doesn't have me carve into my breasts, or use needles on me. But that's me...for her it's perfectly normal. My Master may not do those things, but He thinks nothing of whipping me with a belt, or pushing my face in a toilet. Does He love me less because of it. I know there are those that say He must not love me at all...and they couldn't be more mistaken...because those things are about what flips that switch for us. I'm just as turned on with the whipping as He is...the anticipation of getting it...the ability to move pass the pain during it...the excitement after it...the whole package...because it's Him, and it excites Him, it excites me... If some stranger came in and started wailing on me with a belt...it would be the exact opposite... because I don't hold unconditional trust in my heart for that person. That person didn't spend years building up my tolerance and levels of acceptance...that person didn't start out with small gentle lashes every session and build and build on it, and ask after it was over if I was o.k. with it. That person doesn't have my well being in mind... It's all about mind space and a mutual desire to explore areas that buck the norm. The core is trust and respect...Otherwise every asshole who beats their wives would just be called Masters right? I mean, what's the difference in my Master binding me to a pole and whipping me with a belt, or a switch, or a whip, and the guy who backhands his wife across the face...or knocks her down and kicks her...The difference is...trust and respect,and choice... When you walk around and don't know if the next comment, or food being cold is going to get you backhanded, you damn sure don't trust or respect that guy...but when your Master prepares you for a session...and you know He knows how far to push, and you trust His judgment...and you know that the session is going to end with you being safe...and that you choose to do it... it makes all the difference in the world.
Who knows why some crave pain, or inflicting it...there are a million variables that factor in each individual to determine that. It's not a black and white issue...it's swirling in shades of grey...The bottom line is... you experiment...you find out if fear or trust is what's holding you back...you find out if Hey, this simple isn't my cup of tea...everything isn't for everybody... I mean, I think I'm the kinkiest bitch on the planet until I'm on the web for an hour and then I feel like an egg that knows nothing. But I do wish you didn't think that a Master who inflicts pain doesn't love His slave...because it just doesn't work that way. It all goes back to that switch...and the desire to keep turning it on...
malia

07:17 am: Hi all... I had to cut my post short yesterday...I was a bad slave girl and now I am in a bit of trouble. Master came home from work a few hours early and I didn't have all my tasks finished.It's not so much that they weren't finished, it's more I should of had more accomplished before I posted in my journal. So, I'm feeling a bit guilty today...cause I let my Master down and I hate that...so here are my punishments...there were dishes in the sink that hadn't been put in the dishwasher,so for two weeks I have two wash dishes by hand. The kitchen floor wasn't mopped, so everyday this week I have to use a bucket with straight hot water and "Mr. Clean and wash the floor on my hands and knees, with my plastic clothespins on my nipples until I finish the floor. These hurt very much..they are tight and pinch terribly...also last night, I had to sleep on a pallet by Masters side of the bed. I hate when I let Him down over stupid stuff. I really do take my duties very seriously and love to please Him... I feel like a 4 year old who got caught writing on the walls with a crayon... I'd rather Him be angry with me, than to have Him disappointed in me. I'll just do an extra special good job now though, and make Him proud of me again... Dishes by hand...yuck...washing and drying by hand...boy am I spoiled...lol

Anyway, to finish yesterdays post... after I washed the icy hot off my nipples...speaking of icy hot...we used to play with that more, but Master decided not to use it for a while, because it seemed like no matter how careful He would be, it would most times get on Him in some capacity and piss Him off so He stopped using it... It would either get on His hands and He would rub His face...or brush up against me with it on my nipples...Honestly, I didn't have much sympathy for Him as I was glad He knew how much the stuff was a pain...He put it on a butt plug once...then laughed at me as I writhed around and jumped up and down from the intensity of it...I begged for a soapy enema which I usually don't want just to get it out...I didn't want to wait for it to wear off... Same with my pussy...It gets on the tender part of the inside of your lips...Jesus Christ...it is intense...but..the reality of it is that after you do that, You can't have sex because it then gets all over His cock...and He's not going down that road...so He's pretty much decided that icy hot is at the end of it's bdsm run in our household except for occasional use.

Now...where was I...God I'm a spaz... After I can back to the bedroom, He had me lie on my back and hang my head off the edge of the bed where He then proceeded to fuck my face. We have a king size bed that sets kind of high on a pedestal and He's cock is perfect level with the edge of the bed...First He straddles my head and I lick and suck on His balls. I run my tongue from His balls to His ass flicking that super tender spot between the two...That drives Him nuts... Then I lick His ass, which may sound gross, but truthfully, my Master is a clean freak, and He's very self conscious about His private areas. He knows my mouth is going to be there so He is considerate and makes it pleasant for me. I push my tongue in His ass and am rewarded with a groan of satisfaction. He pulls my head out, then puts His cock to my lips. God...I love the taste of my Master...His cock is so damn sexy...thick and smooth and hard at the same time...I lick the precum from His slit like it's manna from heaven and suck just the head in my mouth...light suction while I swirl my tongue around. He's holding back....I know Hw wants to just plunge in, but He wants it to last...slowly He gives me more and more He tells me "Beg for it malia...say Please Master...give me another inch...please fuck my mouth"

[SIDEBAR]...ever notice that men are much like dentists.. they want you to talk when your mouth is full... I mean MY MOUTH IS FULL. I just sound like an idiot when I try to talk with my mouth full of Masters dick...

So I'm muffling a "please Master, give me more"...please fuck my mouth Master and He pushes forward... He pulls my head down more at an angle, and now His cock is in my throat. This position is the most evasive cock sucking position I've ever tried...It is so deep and You are just speared onto the cock with no where to go. He wraps His hands around my throat and pushes slightly and I swear I can feel the pressure of His cock pressing against His hands through my throat. Very freaky... I have to really focus and concentrate to hold back my gag reflex.., and to breathe as when He's that deep He pretty much cuts off the air...When we were learning this technique, I actually passed out once or twice, until He could gauge how long before He pulled out...but now we have it down to a science... When He's this deep in, I do nothing, but relax and stay limber..I'm literally just a recepatcle. He moves my head,adjusts the angle of my throat, and pumps at what ever intensity He wants.Sometimes He comes while completely down my throat sometimes He comes in my face, or on my body...This time He pulled out until only the head is in my mouth and has me suck continously until He's through cumming. When that's finished, we get into bed, and He tells me to rub His legs for 30 minutes, or until He falls asleep...(18 minutes) This was a great night, as we usually don't have long sex sessions during the week...just quickie stuff...Between the bathroom session and the bedroom it was over an hour.

Things I want to put here to write about soon so I don't forget them
1) replacement for icy hot
2) little experience when I met Master
3) treatment by the women He works with

08:37 am: Well...I'm chained again... The chain is hooked to my collar and atays until 2 today...I'm told it will be this way on Mon., Wed., Fri. throughout the month of August. Last night was fun. Master has been into objectification lately... Last night I was His towel rack and personal shower attendant. He tied my wrists to the real towel rack and had me move back until my hands were basically parallel to the rack. He then put a hood over my head and a dildo gag in my mouth.Icy Hot on my nipples came next (Haven't had that in a month or so...YIKES) then some tight clothespins on them. Then a towel is draped over my arms and I hear the shower being turned on. The towel isn't that heavy but after about ten minutes my arms start to burn a bit in the shoulders. If I start to bend my elbows, I hear...."straighten your elbows malia...hold form... I do, and I try to focus. The hood makes me disoriented, and my nipples are burning. The gag is uncomfortable in my mouth... It was only about 2o minutes, but it felt much longer until Master finally reached for the towel...He then removed my hood and gag...(thank goodness) and puhed on my shoulder which meant for me to kneel. My arms were still bound to the rack, so when I was on my knees, my arms were then pulled up. Master then opened the sliding glass door in our bathroom and went out into our small garden area and got a switch from the bush there.He took the switch and told me I would receive 12 lashes for the 3 times He had to tell me to hold form. The switches from this particular bush are nasty cause they have these little sharp buds that grow slightly out of the side of them. Jeez do they sting... He pops me on the breasts, stomach, and the tops of my legs. I was afraid He would rub icy hot in the stripes, but thankfully He didn't. He untied my hands and took off the clothespins...That hurt because He wouldn't rub them since there was icy hot on them. He told me to wash my nipples off and come to the bed, so I did...


I'll finish this later... Master just texted me that He's on His way and I haven't finished my tasks....OOOPSY

06:49 am: chained for Master
Well...now that I'm alone throughout the day things should start to get interesting...In fact they already are...As I am typing this, I have on my collar which has a relatively thin chain attached. Master came home from work this morning long enough to chain me. We went to our local bdsm supply store...(home depot)...and Master bought a thin chain that's about a mile long. Our house is two stories,and the central point of it is the stairs. He looped the chain around the banister, and locked it with a Masterlock(appropriately named don't you think...lol)The other end of the chain is connected to the ring in my collar, also attached by a small Masterlock. The keys to the locks are in a sealed envelope on the kitchen counter where I can get to them if there is an emergency...and there is little that constitutes an emergency. The chain is long enough to reach every room in the house. I'm not allowed to remove the lock until 3:00 this afternoon. I have to send Master a picture through my phone to His every hour to show Him what I'm doing, and to follow any instructions. So far I have loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen counters, changed the sheets, finished 2 loads of laundry... I didn't kill myself coming down the stairs with the chain...that's a plus. I have to keep gathering up the slack, and letting it out. Every minute it's a constant reminder. Visual, physical enslavement. I'm so wet, I can't stand it...I live for this kind of attention.
The weekend was fabulous. Saturday night was intense. Master put me through the works. I can tell when work gets stressful,as I seem to be the conduit for it. Early Saturday evening I was called into our bathroom and told to kneel on the jacuzzi step. I was given a warm soapy enema. Soapy enemas, mean two enemas...One to clean, and then another to get the soap out. Enemas aren't so bad...I mean, I don't like them, the stomach cramps and pressure, but there's a lot worse things. More than anything, I know that it means anal later. So I get filled up with the warm enema, and plugged with a medium butt plug. I'm doing my slow breathing to help me adjust to the fullness, and the cramping. When I breathe in and out real slow, it slows down that urge to push out the water. Master puts on my cuffs, and attaches them behind my back. " Get in the jacuzzi and kneel" Master says. I comply and He turns on the water.Only the cold... He leaves for about 5 minutes and the water is up to my crotch. I kneel up so that I am on my knees and the water is climbing higher. He comes back in...pops my breast with a belt and tells me to kneel back down with my ass on my feet. COLD...COLD....COLD... He turns the water off...it's lapping under my breasts...I've had the enema in about 15 minutes now... "Master, Please may I release the enema", I ask in my sweetest slave voice. "Soon slave" is what I hear. He walks over to me..puts clothespins on my nipples, then gathers my hair, and puts a band around it on top of my head. I have long hair, and it's his favorite thing to "lead" me with. He grabs the band and pulls me forward, dunking my face into the water. This "game" I have learned well... I used to panic and push against His hand to pull up,which only makes Him push down harder. Now I just relax and don't struggle, and wait for Him to pull me up. The water is cold, and makes me breathless. My cramps are getting stronger... Finally after 3 or 4 more dunks, He, helps me out,unclips my wrists, and takes out the butt plug. I always hate that part, because I'm so afraid, I'm going to just shoot the water out... I make it to the toilet though, and release it. This is always so humiliating as He always watches me do this. It makes me push and groan, and the noise it makes...well, it's one of the most degrading things... Even more degrading than puppy play, or crawling to pick up the papers...I hate that He watches...Now, back to the jacuzzi...This time I'm on my hands an knees in the cold water. He pushes my face underwater, and inserts the other enema. I hold my breath as long as possible, come up...take a breath...and He pushes me back down. I did it in 3 breaths. He said it should of been two, so He lashed my tits with the belt 5 lashes. Ever notice how a belt lash hurts more when your skin is cold... This enema He did with cold water, so my stomach cramps were quicker,and sharper. I'm back up on my knees with my hands behind my neck and I'm shivering a bit. Master makes a remark of how I must be cold and would I like to warm up. I sense the trap, as He's saying all of this in that little "sing,song" voice that you just know doesn't mean anything good. So He tells me to kneel up, which means to lift my ass up off my feet and just kneel on my knees. I figure He's going to whip me to warm me up, but instead He pulls out His cock and starts to piss all over me... my chest, my face, my eyes...When He does this, I'm not allowed to scrunch up my eyes or face in any way...just keep a calm relaxed face. Actually, It does feel good,it's so warm coming from His body. I hear'"Open Your mouth slave" and I do...as wide as I can. I don't have to swallow this, I just have to keep my mouth open and let it run in and flow out...when He finishes I can push the rest out. There are scenes when I do have to lap up Masters pee...but not this particular one...He likes to watch it run out...He calls me His slave fountain... After this He tells me to get out, releases the plug again and I expel the second enema. He tells me I have ten minutes to take a warm shower, wash my hair and body and meet Him at the foot of the bed. I do all of these things quickly, then kneel at the foot of the bed with my hair wrapped in a towel. He takes a blow dryer and a brush and drys my hair. He loves the length of it. That was rule number one when we met so many years ago...You will never be permitted to cut your hair other than a trim. My hair is dry, and I'm still on my knees at the foot of the bed. He pulls my face to His crotch and I suck Him into my mouth..deep as I can...all the way to the base while I work Him with my hands. He's so thick and hard...something I usually love...usually... He pulls me off of Him and pats the bed. I get up and crawl onto the bed on all fours. He puts on my ankle cuffs, and pushes me face down on the bed.I'm resting on my right cheek and He pulls my wrists roughly down and attaches them to my ankle cuffs. It's an uncomfortable stretch,and it completely immobilizes my arms and keeps me from being able to close my legs, as my arms won't move that way. More straps with the belt on my ass and thighs...direct snaps on my asshole and pussy lips. It hurts, but it makes my pussy just fill with juice, so of course I get. "Oh, my slave loves it when I whip her pussy don't you?" "Yes Master" I reply..." Yes Master what slave" Yes, Master, please strap me some more". "Good slave" He says as He pops it a few more times...Then He pulls out our back massager...Now this thing is big...It's like metal by the handles and vinyl where it goes on your back. I can't really describe how big it is...It's almost like a small saddle... big enough for me to straddle. When Master wants anal and it's not used for discipline or punishment, I get to use this...He pushes the massager under me...turns it on high and I go ballistic...It stimulates my clit so much, that I barely even feel Him push into my ass...If anal is used for punishment, I get nothing...He just flat out plunges into my ass...but tonight, I've earned the massager...so He pushes it under me, but hasn't turned it on yet... He puts His cock in my so very wet pussy and strokes me a few times...pushes my clit between His thumb and forefinger...then He pulls out and puts the massager on low... Immediately my tits start to vibrate...my thighs are vibrating... I can feel it in my feet. I can't move around to ease the contact, because of the bondage... He sticks His fingers in my pussy, then two fingers in my ass, to lube me up... Again He dips His cock into my pussy, then turns the massager on high...He puts the head of His cock up to my ass and rock back and forth until the head pushes in..."Push back malia...take your Masters cock" He says. " You are going to impale yourself on me" "Push back slave". I try to obey, but the position makes it difficult. He pulls my head up by my hair, arching my back and putting me in the position where I can push back. So I do...the massager is making me crazy...blurring my vision... Masters cock is completely buried in my ass... He's fucking me hard, I'm groaning..grunting like an animal...A sound I never make unless I'm getting fucked in the ass...I can't help it though...it just happens... " "Master...I'm going to cum"...I say,as the massager has vibrated my body into a meltdown. He pulls my hair harder...slams into my ass full on thrusts...and says..."Come my little slavewhore." I do...so does He... we come back to earth... I wiggle off of the vibrator, now that I'm not held on to it...He undoes my cuffs...and we catch our breath... He pushes my head down and I clean His cock...(which is why I don't hate the enemas so very much as there are no traces of anything)and I think I actually fell asleep with His cock in my mouth as sometime later, I awakened with my head between Masters legs...not such a bad place to be....

Master just texted me and said... Do you know how cool it is to be here at work...knowing you are chained at home...just waiting for your Master... God...do I live the good life, or what!!!!

08:52 am: Whats up with the dreams?
Today I am wanting to talk about dreams. I hope some of you who read this post will comment, as I am curious to your experiences or opinions.
I find it odd that I very seldom dream about my BDSM lifestyle...or any kind of sexual dreams for that matter. For all of the kink and fetish goings on I do in my waking hours, for the most part my dreams are incredibly boring, if I even dream at all...Half the time, I can't even remember what I dream. Is it because I live out my sexual desires so my subconscious doesn't need to bring it up...or am I blocking it for some reason. I just don't get it. Sometimes I lie in bed and close my eyes and just put scenes in my head hoping I'll dream of them...that doesn't work. Sometimes I'm exhausted and am asleep before my head hits the pillow so I'm not thinking about anything...that doesn't work either. When I was little if I didn't something to get in trouble, I would dream the devils face was in my bedroom window with fire dripping all around Him. My father died 7 years ago and I refused to look at Him because I didn't want the last picture in my head to be of Him dead...but for months after I would dream of Him on a table in a mortuary with one of those paper robes on. From the front He was alive and normal, but then the dream would pan to His back and it would be soaked in blood and thick tubes...one with the blood streaming out and draining off the side of the table...and the other pumping embalming fluid in... I still dream the exact dream at least twice a year.
I have good dreams as well...but not sexual ones...Every now and then, but not often...I don't know ..I would think once in a while I'd dream of whippings or bondage, or role playing scenes..something for goodness sakes...

I have to go and finish my Master list of things to do today. Tonight will be interesting as Master has been in a just wait til the weekend mode all week. i'll let ya know on Monday. Maybe I'll have a few minutes tomorrow or Sunday to post as well. Hope everyone has a great weekend. Cool weather will be here before we know it...... I know, but I have to keep telling myself that....

06:50 am: I have a few minutes before I start my day so I thought I'd write in my journal. I'm not quite sure what to write about. I don't want every post to be about sex and slavery, although that is why I started this journal. I wanted to have a place I could go and write and be open and forthcoming about my lifestyle. My other life as i call it is great. I have lots of friends. I'm fairly active in the community. I help my Master with things to help His career.. We entertain. Have a couple of nice parties a year and a couple of casual BBQ's and things like that. We have kids that I choose not to talk about here for a few reasons. The main one is that I love them dearly and they are tied with Master for first priority. Now I know the slave thing to say is Master is first priority but any Mother worth her salt will know what I mean when I say they at least rate a tie... That being said...I wanted to have one little corner of my life that I concentrate on me and my feelings and wants and desires. I want this journal to be where I talk about my Master/slave relationship,and all the kinks and fetishes and role playing and s/m that we do. If I talk about my kids to much then I start to put up that propriety wall and start to feel "weirded" out talking about it. Not to brag, but I am an excellent mom. My Master has made it possible for me to stay at home with our kids since the day they were born. I take them to school and pick them up. Go on field trips, I'm always "room" mom in their classes. I bake with them and read to and with them... I know their friends. I talk to them and play with them..all the things a mom should do...and their father (my Master) is a great dad as well. He goes to any function a parent is asked to attend...open houses, conferences, school activities.... he takes them places and teaches them things. He doesn't scream or hit..He punishes with lectures and groundings, and the dreaded " I'm disappointed in the choice you made." Truthfully we do a good job. Now...all that being said...They would probably be taken away in a New York minute if what we did in private was discovered. I can't tell you the shock waves that would run through our little "burb" if anyone new. If they saw me crawling around on all fours with a leash and collar, or hanging from the door frame with clips on my nipples, and whip marks all over my body...or my wrist tied to my ankles while Master fucks my ass...( I'm pretty sure that's still illegal in my state) These are only a few examples...however nothing we've ever done has remotely affected the children in any way. We are monogamous,we don't "scene" with others. We live our secret M/s life. So although I promise to always be honest and forthcoming here..I will most times limit my remarks to M/s relationship...or just my feelings as a woman...cause I'm a mom all the time...everywhere else...Here I just want to be slavemalia. Here I want to have this place to swim deep in the waters of slavery and sex and ritual.

06:46 am: Uggg slow start today...can't seem to get it in gear. Think I'm still on beach time. I love the beach...I don't mind the sand everywhere. When I was a little girl, my family would go to the beach for 10 days every summer...same beach...same hotel every year...and I loved it... I still remember the absolute freedom of those ten days. We would wake up, eat something for breakfast, then go out on the beach...scamper back in around noon...grab a sandwich..then back to the beach.... Parents didn't watch you as closely at the beach...as long as you checked in every now and then,they left you alone...the world was your oyster...or clam...or crab...one of those sea things,lol. The castles that were built, the moats that were precisely dug around them to hold off the incoming tide as long as possible...the hundreds of shells collected to decorate the castles...or to make necklaces out of. I remember for 2 straight days looking for pretty shells with a small hole in them to run fishing line through to make necklaces and bracelets...How tacky they must of looked to others, but to me they were better than gold because of the effort it took to make them. The friendships as well. You would always meet someone the first day or two you were there and you would become inseparable the entire trip...like you knew each other for years...and the promise you'll write...and you always said you would, but neither ever did...I suppose because once you returned home and back to "routine" it lost it's fairy tale feel. Every year the day we left was so sad. I would go to the beach early that morning and collect a jar of sand. I would take the sand and some shells and keep it on my dresser for the entire year. I would take that sand back,and get a new jar full...and as we left I would look out the window, and watch as long as I could until it was out of sight...
I don't know...there's just something about the sand and the warm breeze...the way the water churns and laps on the shore...the beautiful call of the birds.The continuity of it all, is reassuring and calming. I just love it....

07:23 am: WOW...sorry about the gap in time. It's been one of those weeks where somethings going on all the time. Master surprised me on Wednesday with a trip to the beach. We didn't get back until yesterday afternoon and I spent the rest of it unpacking,and getting Master ready for work today... The beach was awesome... We have this little cottage that we rent a few times a year, and it's kind of in the middle of this secluded stretch of beach...There aren't many people on during the day,and even less at night,especially after about 10 so we spent most nights out on the beach until 1 or 2... Master is very creative as I've mentioned before, and lately He has been dabbling in objectification... He does this every so often when He is very busy, but doesn't want to neglect me...so He puts me in different positions while He works...For instance last Monday I made the mistake of whining that we
hadn't had a lot of alone time lately...I told Him... when You are home You are preoccupied with business calls and computer work. Sometimes I wonder at my own stupidity... So Tuesday Master comes home from work early...around 12:30...but tells me He has to work on the computer for a couple of hours. I don't say anything, but I do have that pouty air about me. I'm in the kitchen making fresh coffee and a glass of tea. ( He likes to have a cold and a hot drink.)I take Him His drinks and start to leave the computer room when He says. Get into position malia. I kind of do a double take, but quickly take off my tube top and shorts. I kneel by the computer,put my hands behind my neck and wait. He signs on His screen, then leaves the room for a few minutes. I'm excited cause I'm thinking I'm going to get some action. He comes back with a wooden chair from the garage that has a tall back....He puts my wrists and ankle cuffs on me...then a penis gag in my mouth. He tells me to kneel forward, so I put my forehead on the carpet and arch my back which "presents" my ass to Him. He takes a medium size butt plug and puts it inside my cunt..pushing it in and out...getting it nice and juicy. He then starts the slow even pressure of inserting it in my ass. I am not a big fan of the butt plug. It's o.k. once it's in, but I hate that stretch and "pop" of getting the wide part in. Truthfully I'm not big on anything anal, but such is the spoils of being a slave, anal comes with the territory. I had much rather have Masters hot cock that is warm and giving...instead of the hard cold butt plug... anyway...butt plug is in and a harsh slap on the ass cheek signals my permission to kneel back up. He then puts on my slave collar and attaches the big bell to it. Next...the nipple clamps with the bells attached. If You've read a previous post of mine , you know how humiliated those bells make me feel, as I'm sure is the reason I am wearing them .Master then gets up and puts the wooden chair behind Him against the wall within His reach. He snaps His fingers and points which means get in the chair. I do as I'm instructed and gingerly sit in the chair as the plug gets inched even more up my ass. Ankles are attached to the legs of the chair, and my wrist cuffs are snapped behind my back. A short piece of rope pulls my elbows close to each other but not quiet together causing my breasts to thrust forward.This isn't so comfy... You know when you get that burn between your shoulder blades from bondage...Yeah...not so nice......and here is the mad genius of Master. malia I need your help today while I'm on the computer He says... He takes a bungee cord and wraps it around my forehead fairly tight. He takes His phone and puts it on vibrate...then puts it in the bungee cord where His razor is flat against my forehead. When it vibrates my slave He says... shake those tits of yours so I hear the bells...otherwise I don't want to hear the bells...no false alarms o.k....cause that would be bad. I nod my head as I have a penis gag and just sit there as He goes back to work. Now understand... Master is one of those guys that 6000 people have His number...work people...clients...friends...family...I kid you not we have to turn it off at night because it rings so much... To make a long story short... I was left like that for an hour and a half...and during that time the phone rang 8 times...including His favorite call which was from my mom because I didn't answer my cell phone when she called. He told her I was in the pool and didn't hear it, and He'd have me call her back... That especially turned Him on so He thought He'd torture me since He now had a hard on... So He got my pocket rocket vibrator and wedged it under the chair and into my pussy where it vibrated against my clit...Well...You try keeping the bells still with that. So then He popped my breasts with the riding crop for a bit while telling me how hot it was that Mammas little girl was getting her ass plugged and her mouth plugged and as a matter of fact Mammas little girl was the telephone when she called...What would she think if she saw her little girl now... I was cumming as He was talking...and He came shortly after... as He was masturbating while He was whipping my tits..He came in His hand and put the cum on both hands, then wiped it on my cheeks and in my hair...and then finished His computer work while the vibrator was still going...about another ten minutes... That my friends is creative humiliation....more about the beach soon...Gotta Go!!

04:40 am: Fun weekend
Sorry no posts on the weekend,but as I said in the beginning..when Master is home, I am most always occupied with something.We had a fabulous two days together. I appreciated my time with Master even more, as a few of my online friends have been without their Masters lately as they are out of town on business. I had been getting a little pissy cause my Master has been working some late hours lately...but He still comes home every night and other than the occasional weekend that He works, we have those two days together as well. So I am very lucky indeed.
Friday night was great. We didn't do anything really. He was exhausted after a long week so we had an early dinner and just relaxed in bed. Around 10 I made a snack of salami and pepperoni and olives. Swiss and cheddar and gouda cheese. Grapes and sliced plum and nectarine. Topped it off with a bottle of white wine. Fed Master like He was the King of Sheba...all that was missing was the big fan,as I was plopping grapes and olives in His mouth, but since we are a one slave kind of family He missed out on the fan thing...lol After the snack and the wine sedative we fell asleep all snuggled up together.
Saturday started with Him bringing me coffee in bed. ( Someone forgot to tell Him that Masters don't have to do that kind of thing) He decided that we would take care of a few things we had to do early, then take a ride out into the country. I was very excited because I love it when we just go off destination unknown... So the mundane stuff first. To the local Walmart to buy oil for the car and such. Then to Home Depot where He bought guy stuff for the house. We had a M/s moment in there. If you've been inside a Home depot, then you know they have a section where you can buy lengths of chain and rope. We were looking at it all...deciding if we needed to add anything to what we had and of course He says things like, We don't have any chain like this at home, and let's buy some softer rope...I didn't like those burns on your wrists from the rope I used the other day. ( Never mind the welts and bruises...I don't like chafed wrists...go figure) He says this of course in front of a half dozen shoppers and the guy who was there to cut the rope or chain for Him. I was 6 shades of red and Master acted oblivious to the whole thing,all the while knowing I was freaking out inside. Ever notice how once someone (especially a male) realizes you are into bdsm (like the home depot guy) that they look at you in a total different way. Their eyes completely change. The men look at each other with that signal thing they have like...Dude...she lets you do that ???...Oh Yeah....you don't know the half of it!!! Of course they never speak of it...but it's there. As He helps with the rope and chain, and starts to notice my demeanor more. How Master and I interact and I know He's aware of the M/s dynamic. For instance, the guy was showing Master where the connectors to go with the chain were and Master told me to stay where I was. So as Master and home depot guy went further down the aisle, I just stood where I was and waited. I could see the guy looking up every couple of minutes to see if I was still there. When they came back to where I was the guy just kept looking...not like a creep or anything...but like if He had the chance He could teach me a thing or two kinda look...I don't know...it's hard to explain...and maybe it was my imagination...or paranoia... just a feeling I got.
So, we left the depot and stopped to get some lunch. I haven't really told you of our life rituals because frankly there are so many of them and we've done them for so long that I don't even think of them that way. So as I come across them, I'll tell about them...For instance...eating out...when we go to a restaurant I don't even look at a menu. Master orders for me...everything. He chooses... He may ask me, are you in the mood for chicken or fish...or He may say do you want a drink or just tea? Or...He may not ask me anything...He may order everything without any opinion. I don't speak to the waitress or waiter unless they speak to me...and if they do speak to me like what dressing would you like with that salad, He answers the question. I actually love this. I mean when I go out with my friends or family, I order for myself. I'm not helpless...It always goes back to the control...and how very much I get off on being controlled. I love that what happens to me depends on Him...and His mood. For instance...there have been times when I have gone long periods of time where I've done everything very well, and we'll go out and I'll be spoiled to death... Nice champagne...beautiful appetizers...gorgeous entrees, decadent desserts...the whole 9 yards. ( where does that saying come from...what was 9 yards long that was so great)...sorry I digress...need adderall now!
Yet, if He's pissed at me or I've made Him angry,He's been known to order me water( or milk if He thinks I'm being childish) salad...no dressing... fish or chicken cooked as bland as they can make it, with like broccoli and a baked potato with nothing on it...and I'm not even allowed salt and pepper. All the while He's having wine or a mixed drink and something luscious that He doesn't give me even a taste of. Even then...even though I'm pissed (only on the inside...it's better not to act pissed at this point...)even though I hate that I have to eat this...that He would pay for food like this...I'm also so fucking turned on that I can barely keep from squirming. Because I love being controlled...more than that... I love that it's so far beyond sexual. He controls me sexually, but thats just the tip of the iceberg.... ( I get that saying...lol) I mean, you can only have so much sex...believe me...I know! But when He lets it bleed over into everyday stuff like eating at restaurants and shopping in stores, and going to the bank. Or watering the plants...or cleaning out the garage, or attic. It just makes everyday exciting and adventurous...and so far from ordinary.
I have to go, so I'll write about our ride in the country later today or tomorrow. Hope everyone is having a good day... for a Monday at least.