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ponderings, musings, filth, smut, love ... romance, ruminations, redundancy! ... a tribute to Master, a refuge for His baby girl.
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Thank God for BIG BOOBS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jan 3, 2007 7:01 am
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Okay, things can't be too bad -- i've got my new big boobs afterall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i've been losing sight of them! (How could i? They're pretty hard to miss. ~wink~)
This morning, i did that thing -- came to a conclusion after the SERIOUS CONVICTION to get back to the gym. i decided on the time table for the day -- call the boss and tell him i'm working later hours rather than earlier hours. i'll do a major workout -- get back on track -- push myself to get over this slovenly LETHARGIC excuse-laden hurdle that is only creating blubber both in body AND motivation. God, schlump is a word that is SUPPOSED to have the effect it does!
THEN, the conclusion and game plan prompted a snapping at God again -- F. it! That is what i shouted. F. it! If i do this then that suffers -- if i don't do that then i have to do this and THAT IS NOT WHAT i WANT or NEED to do for me! Too bad. Tough luck. Today is my day. i refuse to let myself turn into pork. A piggy, great, but NOT stagnant fatty uselessness. my insides will suffer! They have suffered! i'm not nearly the alert tarty thing i was pre-surgery. i don't care what demands are banging down my door. Today is my day to GET BACK to where i was which means on my way to BETTER places!
i looked in the mirror after the big flip off. There they are! Those fine beautiful BIG LUSCIOUS MELONS!! Ripe like Honeydew. i'm loving them! What else matters? i got my hair done just right and my make-up looks better -- i tried a better smudging technique after fixating on Iman's new print ad yesterday. This will be my first day back at the gym and no one there has seen my once tight round bottom there in six weeks. i checked my pussy to make sure there are no little remnant hairs (despite the laser and doesn't permanent mean permanent?) and low and behold! Another great omen! Another sign that all is well in the world. i thought there was a little bit of toilet paper stuck in the folds of my labia ... i leaned over half appalled and there it was -- MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF mY WHITE CREAMY GOO! i got out the little hand mirror to inspect closer and there it was -- HEALTH! Health was pooling up at the very entrance to my cunt and i think its as thick as honey which goes nicely with my new big full honeydews!
Okay! All systems go! Watch out world, i'm back!
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SLIPPERY WHEN WET
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Jan 3, 2007 5:20 am
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That's about the only good warning i know. That's about the only condition that warrants notice.
You are running out of disc space.
Memory critically low.
Insufficient funds.
Past due.
Anything else?
Check your network connections.
(How about people connections? Do you have any?)
Cable disconnected.
TV cable? Telephone cable? Stereo cable? That large thing that goes to the transformer box at the street? The cable to the electric garage door which i now know from a 60 Minutes feature story can snap and decapitate a person?
Dumping physical memory.
Blue screen of death.
Passwords.
I'm sorry, that is not the correct password.
I'm sorry, due to three failed attempts, your account is now blocked.
Thank you, goodbye.
I'm sorry? No you're not!
What is the prompt for CUSTOMER SERVICE REP?
Expired.
Inspection past due -- fine: $150. But isn't it due in February?
February of 2006, not 2007.
Failed inspection.
Engine needs service.
All those Key Lime yogurts you just bought? Last date to sell: 12/20/06.
How did they get so old so fast?
Deep sigh. i ignore ALOT of signs and warnings and lights and windows that constantly appear. i tune them out. i don't see them anymore. The only signs i follow are human signs -- don't follow them and you're living with your head under the sand.
BEWARE! Sink hole ahead!
Watch out for the potholes!
You'll get a flat.
Maybe i ought to get Triple A one of these days?
Better get insurance to protect you from insurance claims. Ya never know, right?
Insure the insurance.
Hey! Better get insurance to protect from potential garage door cable decapitations!
The plumber called to say he can't find the check you sent ...
could you contact the bank and get proof of the cancelled check?
That used to be EASY; now its like cracking Fort Knox.
What's your password?
PIN number?
In this day and age, can't they consolidate passwords and PIN numbers already?
The sky is pink this morning. It is BREATHTAKING and i am not being dramatic. It makes me happy and i could swear there is a hot pink fire in the sky. It is magnificent, just like the full moon last night that appeared before dusk.
Hey -- what the heck!
Let go of the "let's go" rallies!
Which go like this ...
Let's go!
Get up.
Brush yer teeth.
Where's your coat?
Where's your homework?
How many days have you worn that Zappa shirt?
Hurry up.
How much? How much did i give you yesterday?
Where are my car keys? i never lose ANYTHING!
But for my mind.
Did you know that it is illegal to let babies sleep in cotton pajamas? Their pajamas must be made of sweaty itchy synthetic since law-makers claim its not flammable. And whatever you do, DO NOT REMOVE that warning tag that tears at the neck!! You'll be fined!
i need more time and less nonsense. i know the people creating things like disclaimers and deadlines THINK they are important in doing so but maybe they ought to look at the sky for a change. i never want to guess at another single password hint question EVER AGAIN IN mY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i don't care about laws and rules and the need for NEW computers, MORE memory, keeping up with the Joneses which is now just a matter of keeping up with routine function.
i just want time.
And money.
And time to make the money necessary so that i can JUST IDLE TIME AWAY if i so desire ... and make money while doing it!
i have no idea at all why anyone would want a vacation hotel with televisions and internet hook-up. i couldn't get by without this STUPID LOW DISC SPACE computer, but i sure could happily abandon it for a nice long time under the pink sky and the full moon. Maybe i'll bring my camera and try to capture what i want more of. Oh -- right -- that has to be traded in. Never mind. Inadequate resolution. i almost forgot. Silly me.
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b u b b l y . e f f e r v e s c e n c e ... and JEOPARDY !!
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Jan 1, 2007 5:23 pm
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~~ a NEW Lesson for the NEW Year ~~
Hey -- WOW -- could it have come upon me any quicker?
GOD, WHY would anyone want to jeopardize someone's developmental PROGRESS? Why would you want to pummel the emergence of confidence in favor of the exponential growth of insecurity?
Yesterday W/we played Jeopardy. i was royally intimidated -- i was about to play the game with a family of supreme intellects and quick wits. (Master's family, who else?!) my tummy was in knots. Surely i could tell them that one of my best-friends was a contestant on Jeopardy? That's impressive, right?
Well, never got to that. Just went for it -- FULL FORCE NO HOLDS BAR immersion. Don't think; just do. DIVE IN. Go for broke. i now know that Veuve Clicot should be the new Pepto Bismal. THANKFULLY, those good luck fairies were with me once again. God i love these little cherubs! Family! They're my family! It always happens this way. i need the boost and the jolt to give me the confidence and the head start -- then i can sail through defeat if i must. my little good luck fairies are forever hovering about, even when i don't see them. They were bestowed upon me because some God somewhere said, hey -- take pity on this thing! Let the little fairies bring her luck in whatever she does -- it will counter the blows.
i think i like life's blows -- i wouldn't know the good luck fairies if not for their brilliant rescue missions.
With each question, i hit the table first and stated the answer but HERE is the GREAT LESSON i learned -- all in a game of Jeopardy.
i prefaced several of my answers with a quick disclaimer. i'd start by saying, "um, well, okay, i'm just going to take a guess ... drachma?" CORRECT! my usual quirky idiosyncratic kind of knowledge -- the things that stump everyone else, is my forte. Ask me for history dates or mathematical equations or 20th Century literature ... well, just be sure it includes answers like "the special bra was designed for Jane Russell by Howard Hughes" and "two really equals one" and "Henry Miller's ultimate passionate romance was with His lover, Anais Nin". There ya have history, math, and literature, respectively.
Do i get extra points for being obscure or ecclectic?!!
Ask me the name of the independent nation off the Southern coast of India. Sri Lanka. Shekels are from Israel and effervescent is the word that won me the wager of 1999 points (its root is ferv -- woo-hoo! just like that Veuve Clicot!). And oh ... mildew is the scientific descriptive for what grows on the underside of garden plant leaves.
The lesson i learned was SO GREAT! God, i just LOVE that i finally see this now!
Master would answer. He answered. Period.
me? The disclaimer first. Its a guess -- just a guess everyone -- don't hold me to it if i'm wrong.
i cannot bear EVER AGAIN IN mY LIFE the receipt of certain titles or judgments like "stupid". In order to prepare for it, i've conditioned myself through an entire upbringing of ridicule and belittlement. There was never such a thing as an intelligent guess because even a right answer or a smart answer was an outdoing of the ones who needed to crush me in order to feel -- FEEL -- powerful. Do not DARE to answer in anything other than THEIR words -- but wait! Don't do that either!! Its ALL ABOUT THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no place for you, dear.
Psychology for 500 AND WHOA -- THE DAILY DOUBLE!! Here we go! Why would i be so afraid or anxious about playing a game? Because i didn't want to chance being perceived as dumb. i'd need to prepare first -- rehearse -- study -- memorize -- know that i AM indeed up to muster. i have to win respect. Win approval.
Let them think i'm just GUESSING because, that way, if i'm wrong, i did say it was just a RANDOM WILD guess. i didn't access my real knowledge, right? i took no ownership of it -- claimed no thought or real consideration to my answer, hence, they couldn't blame me or accuse me or judge me ................. oh boo hoo hoo. Sad, sad, SAD little girl. Poor baby with the ingrained persecution reactions.
Do you know what i really learned? Don't play games with people who pretend that cruelty is just a brand of humor that no one else seems to get. Don't interact with people who are only after your demise. If you mess around with fire, you'll get burnt. i know the answer and now, when i don't, i'll guess and i'll even have you thinking my answers are NEVER guesses. Wanna know HOW to play and really have fun? Get to know my Master and His insanely entertaining family. It is a whole new phenomenon to me -- this concept of not needing disclaimers anymore.
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my Prophet came to me ... and IN me!!
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Dec 31, 2006 1:51 pm
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my Prophet came to me last night. He entered the room to finally lock my heavy steel collar around my throat. This family stuff, the holidays, all the eating and drinking -- it has taken a serious toll. my slave self has sacrificed alot and i feel like it will be a matter of starting all over again just to catch up to where W/we left off.
With all the hoopla and obligations to not shock people out of their skin, i have flaunted my new big tits but tucked away my rituals. i miss my beatings tremendously. i can't believe how much i miss them. i think i could even say that i love dungeon sessions more than sex! (Let's pretend i didn't say that. i could come to regret it!)
So, last night, FINALLY, here in the land of smashed, over-sugared, slovenly suburbia, Master had me wear my collar again. What a welcome reprieve from all this other festivity. i miss my dog bed and this morning i thought how ALL i REALLY WANT TO FEEL (and soon!) is a long (prolonged!) amount of time lying still on my back with mouse traps worn on my nipples and glass cups suctioning my pussy. i just want to go for extremes! i just want to think about some Man contacting Master for use of this slave and His only requirement being that i be prepared with a chubby pig cunt. i love thinking that the Man will have a thing for inflamed genitals. He'll want plump and stretched.
my mind went there when my Prophet came to me last night. After Master fastened my collar, He attached my leash. GOD i am INSANE for sleeping tethered to Master. The leash handle was secured, albeit loosely, around His wrist all night long. i moved and repositioned myself throughout the night in order to accommodate Master's shifting positions.
Normally, Master locks my ankle manacle to the foot of the bed but that is when i am in Master's bed. During the holidays, with Master here at my house, W/we have had to make due by modifying certain routines. Making due is WAY MORE than making due, however -- nothing is really a compromise to me. As long as you incorporate WHATEVER you can, WHENEVER you can, you're not really sacrificing. Only when you have to put things away into cubbies or compartments does it get in the way of Master/slave fluidity.
Besides, i'm one of those optimists who sees a glass half full with bubbly. Sure, W/we're navigating around all this outside world stuff that is everyone else's conventional world, but at least i am dreaming about Master taking me for walks. All dogs must be leashed. That's what the signs say. i love being on my leash and one day soon i'm just not going to care a fig if the butcher, the baker, and the prude-prig-foresaker SEES me on a leash being walked in the park. Hey, i'm even longing for the day when i'll be brought to the dog run. When i'll be there offering myself up for sniffing and breeding and the relieving of hounds. i'll pee with them, too! i'll have no shame.
my cunt was aflame. Last night. Last night when my Prophet came to me. Master used it such a long time that sloshing turned to friction and friction then turned to burning. i WANTED it to burn. i thanked Him. He wanted me quiet, however, and so that is when i stifled even my moans as best as possible. i was ecstatic though -- i was DYING to beg Master to PLEASE make it really dry. Keep using it so that it really hurts and so that tomorrow i'll think of sandpaper.
The visuals came along and everything was puffy and sore. All i could imagine was a rubber flesh log. The kind you'd find in a porn store. It would be sold there right along side of those fake hairy pussies and the scary inflatable dolls with painted mouth holes. It would be another ugly device for perverted secrets. It would have two holes -- one to replicate a pussy and the other to mimic a very tight but pliable rectum. A Man would use this routinely and He'd cum in it and never wash it. It would smell and i would love sticking my nose in there to inhale. Sticking my finger into the smaller hole would remind me of just how depraved i can be -- part of me would be repulsed solely from thinking that a Man might HAVE to use such a thing when a live woman hole is not available to Him.
ALL i could do was dream fat and chubby -- sick amounts of plumpness and pulchritude. i just want to be SORE and inflamed and distended!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just the word, "genitals" took on an omnipresence to the point that all i really want right now at this very moment is, no, not toasts on New Year's Eve, but instead, just a SOLID FULL YEAR of genital torture!!
my Prophet came to me last night. He entered me and planted sperm. i got to be a dick-loving whore. i got to dream of making love to a stranger's cock but i did it with a different brain. i did it with the conditioned brain of a BRAINWASHED slave, a SABOTAGED woman. Thank goodness i was abducted from society and all the ill notions of independence, independence, INDEPENDENCE-IN-FAVOR-OF-ABANDONING-FEMININITY.
Last night, my Prophet came to me. He came in me. He reached a fist up inside me and i let Him in. i let Him SQUEEZE me to a pulp. Turn me inside out. And just as i dry out, my pelts become more luxurious. i have a healthier glow. The dark brings out highlights. It exacerbates the longing! i'm dying to be svelte of mind and emotion again! Enough with all the fatness! i can FEEL my thighs touching -- all this holiday spirit is depressing and fattening! Enough already -- it was fun but now, let's get back to accomplishing things! i only want to feel my pussy lips rubbing together. i only want to feel weight clamping down on my nipples so that they swing in slow motion when flicked. i want to feel like one big giant cunt. i want to suck on the balls of a Man Who has to piss a load down my throat. i can't help it! i just am ACHING for FAR REACHING MIND ALTERING reduction!
Okay, the conversation has turned to chatter, time off has turned to dreading going back to work, being away from the gym has turned to lethargy. Being away from my litterbox and getting to use a real toilet means ... what happened? Where did she go? Where is my slave self? The one who has just as much person in her whether stripped of persona or indulging like some pet vixen with a combined philosophy and psychology degree -- a degree obtained by stripping her way through life and abusive relationships.
my Prophet came to me and i got to revel in the filth and base use. i got to think of the word "contentment" and indeed, i even took it out of my profile. i can't help but feel that there is a slight connotation of complacency in the word, "contentment". The new year is upon me ... i must make changes ... i am not happy to settle in ... i need to strap on sharp shiny things ... metal crampons ... needles! ... torture devices! ... ANYTHING that will aid me in the climb -- the more dangerous, the better. Those very tools that are dangerous if left lying around and unused, are the very tools to employ -- RISK -- TRUST -- FAITH. They need be USED. i need be USED. i need to make USE of precious time and go as far as possible and climb as high as possible. Only then will i feel the heat UNDERNEATH the gutter. The one that comes from an incinerator -- its debris that generates HEAT. You just cannot be afraid of the dirt! i want to dive FURTHER into it! i know how to swim in TAR afterall!
my Master came to me last night. my Prophet spoke to me. i am a follower leading myself to a higher ground just by virtue of letting go. It doesn't matter if i'm granted a green field with poppies or confronted with a pile of rubbish -- i can make the field prettier with debasement and, like Master, i can turn the discarded into scenic treasures and splendid gardens.
A note to my beautiful Master ... Your baby adores You, Master, and she is ready for wherever You take her. Happy New Year! It is O/ours to build! Happy New Year also to all my lovely friends and acquaintances here at alt! Listen for the Prophets! If you don't hear Them, simply fade to black and start again. You'd be surprised how Their whisper is within your range of hearing.
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Head BONDAGE
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Dec 30, 2006 3:21 pm
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Master had me in a headlock this morning. i love EVERYTHING about a headlock. Oh how the feeling of restraint and of being overpowered feeds me! Sometimes when Master holds me secure, i actually try to strain a bit in order that i feel FURTHER the matter of Him holding me down and rendering me helpless. Its good for my head. Its everything i want to feel as i relate to Master, that being, little. i love my littleness. i love His Almightiness.
Master's arm feels so pronounced when my head is but a little cannonball in a gigantic machine. He often cuts off my breathing and of course, i love that, too. If you've ever been choked, you know what i mean when i say that sniffling afterward is not from fear but a physical reaction to strangulation. All i know is that the inability to move -- to breathe -- ANYTHING AT ALL that means i am at Master's complete control and whim, is good for my head. Its everything to me to feel brought down in a way that is complementary rather than destructive.
When Master grabs my hair into a pony tail and uses it as a rein, i also pull forward a bit in order that i feel more intensely the sensation of degradation. It is degrading, no? Hair pulling? Its no different from bitch-slapping or grabbing just one tit as opposed to both tits at the same time. Its a way of saying, without words, exactly W/who is W/who and whom belongs to Whom. Its good for my head. Its everything for me to feel constant reminders of my place.
Before Master started a slow, steady, rhythmic ascent to His orgasm, and before He applied a headlock, He grabbed me by the shoulders when entering my 2nd-cunt. He pushed me forward so that He only steadied His position with His large hands on my shoulders. Sometimes He does this with my hips. No matter what part of my body He uses for leverage, its all the same -- i'm always basically a box with glory holes. Its good for my head. Its everything to be a receptacle -- its everything to know purpose as a cum and piss repository. If Master spits at me or tells me to "shut up" or if He slaps me across the face, its basically like He just tightened the headlock. i'm more His! i'm more in love!
It was an immediate entrance back there. i hardly need any lube anymore. Master did instruct me to use some, but it was minimal -- its more like using it as a moistening towelette -- its not like greasing up a crank shaft. He had me apply a small dime size amount to the opening of my rectum and He had me insert a finger to have some of the lube coat the initial entrance. He probably would have wanted me to do what He often does, that being, inserting more than one finger, one at a time, in order to stretch open the hole. But i think He may even do that for my head more than any real logistical consideration. Afterall, its everything to me to feel that an opening need be properly prepared for use. i just want to accommodate -- i don't want to be accommodated.
Once the ascent began, it was all animal. i felt the ridge of Master's penis head rubbing inside my bowels. It was like a flicking -- over and over and OVER. Steady. i knew Master was intent on building to His climax. The headlock was tight and unrelenting. There was nothing forceful about it -- THAT'S what makes it my utopia -- rather than anything requiring effort, Master simply holds me steady in place. He never exerts Himself -- take the example of premier cockManship! What would mean years of extended stamina training to a 20 year old guy would mean the amount of effort Master might use in waving His little finger. Master can run circles around everyone and never take a breath. He can SLAM it to a million girls PERPETUALLY AND ROUGHLY ALL NIGHT LONG and save His cum for when He's ready to distribute it or good and ready to bestow the honor.
Everything is very practical. One not need fancy intricate lacing when a simple square knot will do. Master's headlock is no different than the way He f.s me. Its utilitarian. It has purpose. Just as high-falutin drivel is just that: DRIVEL, Master's use of me is pragmatic and succinct. It gets to the point but can go on infinitely. It DRIVES HOME a point (and a most emphatic one at that ~wink~). Its profound but He never tells you that it is. Its the best i've ever known, and i tell Him all the time. Its good for my head. Its everything for me to feel His effortless strength and my relentless effort to feel MORE of Him.
No fanfare. Just utility. That's me. i'm the fanciest piece of f-meat around. Its good for my head. Its everything to feel skull f-ed because a Man's penis is really lodged up there in between the ears. If He knows what He's doing, be assured, you'll feel it in your head and by the way, a girl's head is located directly next to her pussy. Screw a girl thoroughly and you'll keep her in a headlock always. she'll squirm and she'll whimper and she'll pull on her restraints ONLY for the sake of testing the strength that holds her down. she'll want to know that she can do NOTHING to free herself. THEN, when she is satisfied that You can hold her weight, when she is convinced that You won't let her go or drop her on her head, You'll know that You've fed AND f-ed the REAL g-spot.
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daily considerations for an anal whore
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Dec 29, 2006 5:20 am
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This morning began its typical course but for the fact that THANK GOD HALLELUJAH i am sleeping with Master EVERY SINGLE NIGHT THIS WEEK! i am in Heaven. There is no greater feeling than to be entwined in His limbs and muscles with that one particular hot one shoved up into my cunt or 2nd-cunt.
Its not all sexual. Some of it is just about completion. Completion of a person -- completion of me -- completion of a slave. Or completion of some dream-fanatic who knows sticky and clingy when answered means velvet smooth.
Master's body is luxurious. i'd sleep more if i could! Lust keeps me awake and its the only competition to slinking down into His flesh and immersing.
Master is not at work this week but i am and so each morning, i awaken and DRAG myself to get up and get ready and haul my little self into a big girl's world. i had one of those conversations with myself on the commute. The conversation where i talk to an imaginary boss. "Yeah, well, i've got more important things going on in life than dealing with this crud."
The conversation usually is some sort of defense or defiance. "Yeah, well, how about mE? How about the fact that i have a LIFE? How about the fact that i had to shuttle two people clear across the county this morning, both in entirely different directions, and i needed to make time to present my 2nd-cunt to Master for use first and gee whiz i have responsibilities in this world! i have FAR GREATER considerations than that which exist in the office with petty clients and their petty laments. Master used my 2nd-cunt this morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you hear me? Has the world taken note?! Master needed to USE HIS sLAVE'S RECTUM this morning and that is of FAR GREATER IMPORTANCE than the fact that i arrived at work two hours late."
So there!
After that diatribe, i usually start in with the other conversation -- the self to self one. i start demanding answers from myself. "What about my PERSONAL pursuits? WHEN am i going to have time to work on my new website? my art? my OTHER passions? my sex-object body, my superficial interests which are just as legitimate as my soul searching quests?"
Then dominoes fall and the hair-trigger fires and i wonder about the people who call and demand from me when they have only ONE job (if any at all). Its always the ones with no dependents, no reliability requirements, and all the time in the world who come along to tell you you're selfish for not dropping everything to accommodate their immediate need (or command for undivided attention from the attention-hungry deprived!). Let's all keel over to aid what is hardly critical!
Once at work, i know REALLY important matters with which to contend like the fact that the skirt i wore has a slit that rides up the back higher than the thigh high stockings. In fact, i realized that the top of the slit is only one exact inch from the bottom of my bottom cheeks and basically i worry that something might ooze out unexpectedly.
Before leaving for work, fortunately, the cum enema began earlier than the usual two hour mark. This time it didn't dribble out, it blasted out! i can't say i'm disappointed. This way i'm relieved. And still, there is the remnant issue with which to reconcile. Thankfully i was smart enough to wear a thick suede skirt. Imagine if i wore sheer white linen!
Well, AT LEAST i have such considerations! Why think of yesterday! i served no purpose to Master. i raced off to work and He was still sleeping. i was empty (literally!) all day and i was lost without my objectification. This morning, Master grabbed onto a tit and f-ed me mercilessly in the two holes below. He started with the cunt and then moved to use the 2nd-cunt. Its so matter-of-fact! Its so reassuring! The cum ripped through me and i was relieved. Master had release. i had reduction. All is well in the world.
Thank God for real purpose and real considerations! Tell Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore that i'll be with them after i dab at the leaking goo from my bottom. Hold my calls, fluff up the lobby cushions -- EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING will just have to wait. i intend on sacrificing NOTHING because why? Why should anyone be a martyr in this world? Even slaves and anal cum-buckets are not martyrs.
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The SADIST in me ......... "slave4u4ever4me", wanna come out and play??
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Dec 27, 2006 7:04 am
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Oh well, just another phony, another fake, imposter, plagerist -- another cretin who STEALS and lies ... when will i ever stop living in a vacuum of truth and honesty? i mean, i'm not a girlscout -- how can i be so naive to the extent that VENOM squirts out of my heart? Oh how i have serious teeth when something is stolen from me, but wow how i have fangs all the same when its stolen from someone else.
Some crud chick STOLE a photograph that Master had taken of His former slave and this "slave4u4ever4me" posted it on her profile to claim it as a picture of herself! i mean, i suppose i should be laughing. she doesn't even have ONE picture of herself that is worthwhile that she has to go robbing and infringing? Maybe she didn't know that copyright infringement is a crime?
What i'd like to know is how scum-loving leeches live with themselves? Can they actually get up in the morning and write a blog and PRETEND that they are this other person? The pig is probably a real piece of fatty pork and i'm not talking about her physical appearance. People like this live in a vat of bubbling slime and if i should ever encounter them, wow, you'll never believe i'm a slave!
The fact that this phony has even given herself a wholesome kind of handle, "slave4u4ever4me", implying sincerity and devotion, is even more of an affront since she basically is fraudulently claiming herself to be part of something i hold Sacred. she has invaded my territory!
Oh, how i'd like to butter up the pitiful thing and ask her to come on out to play ... hell hath no fury like the victim of theft or the sincere being robbed ... or this pollyanna slave happening upon fakes.
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i love SWEAT.
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Dec 23, 2006 8:06 pm
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Well, i wrote about snowballs just two (or three?) posts ago. And prior to that, i wrote about sweaters.
And, i'm a redundant kind of girl when something REALLY moves me or gets me off ... so, here again, please let me say that despite my not really being into winter wardrobe (aside from boots), i am LOVING sweaters all of a sudden!
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Dec 23, 2006 7:39 pm
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Update on the previous post.
NOT WORTH IT. slaves, yes. (So she thinks.) Balsamic reduction, NO -- NOT worth even the minimal effort. The whole house smells putrid and it has taken away from the warming COMFORTING effect of that oblivion flourless chocolate torte i made earlier today.
(Just another handy little homemaker's tip from little miss conventional WISHING sHE WAS IN A VICE RIGHT NOW. Its true!
Of all nights, i've paired the domestic with the depraved. While involved in hostess prep, i've looked at a few pictures that REALLY scare me because they go OVER the edge ... make me want to CRY FOR the slave because she has risked permanent damage. And i've read all the things i love to read about ... pigs and milk-cows and dogs ... and yet here i am, loving what i'd call an old-fashioned mentality. Who would know?
Who would think that i'd be so easily swayed as to wonder about the size of a reindeer's schlong or if Mrs. Claus takes it up the rear-end. -- Give credit where credit is due -- Master came up with that Mrs. Claus line. ~smile~ )
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What do Balsamic Vinegar & slaves have in common?
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Dec 23, 2006 6:49 am
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What do Balsamic Vinegar and slaves have in common?
They both taste better with reduction.
~wink~
Happy Cooking (roasting and sizzling and injecting with fizz) and Merry Christmas! i am now about to assemble Brie En Croute with apricot preserves, wild mushrooms, and ... Balsamic Reduction! No wonder i love that special touch so much! Its my language! Want to get out the acidity in a slave? REDUCE her! Its impressive AND its easy!
1 cup Balsamic Vinegar
Reduce over medium heat.
Decorate!
1 potential slave
Reduce over medium heat or high heat or even at a slow simmer. It ALL works if the Dom can gauge the correct and varying temperatures in His subject.
Decorate and show her off and there you have, a slave!
PS: to everyO/one W/who has recently (and ever!) commented on my blog -- many thank Y/you.s and please forgive me for not replying individually of late. i've been busy with this Christmas extravaganza. Please know i wish you all everything merry!
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