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Power

The lights flickered again threatening to go off completely. The storm froze every thing. Power cords were snapping under the weight all over the county. Her little house was surely the next victim.

Why would it be any other way? Its not like there was anyone within a 5 mile radius of her. She should have accepted Sir Marks offer to stay with her until the storm blew over. His protection was now wanted more than the damn heat!

One last pitiful stutter and her power quit on her. Total darkness surrounded her. Her heart accellerated as fear spiked her blood. She hated the dark. Her movements were jittery as she flew all over her home lighting candels. Everyone of them blazed to life creating a low almost erie glow. You know the kind you see before the beautiful blonde gets whacked or rapped by some big hairy brute!

Stop that! She screamed at her over active imagination. Candels were suppose to be soothing not freaky scary! Of course her mind would jump to slasher movies since Sir Mark just had to make her watch one before she left knowing she spooked easy… Fucker! She had to repay Him for this somehow.

A noise from the kitchen ripped a sqeek from her full lips. What the hell? Why don’t you just alert the intruder of where you are, stupid! Her hand wraps around the wraught iron poker her grandma gave her in a vice grip. Whoever it was better say something or she would bash their brains in! She could to it… Maybe, hopefully.

She jumps clean out of her skin as her cat, Whiskers, streaks across her path from the kitchen. He beelined to the couch and just sat there looking at her. Damn cat! She should of got a dog. Sighing, she replaced the poker by the roaring fire and settled on the couch with Whiskers, lazily stroking his soft fur to calm her rattled nerves.

Her eyes drooped with fatigue. She stayed up unable to sleep the night before and it was taking its toll on her body. Damn Sir and His movies!

Gloved hands grab her arms roughtly, affectively waking her. Her eyes bug out as scream rips from her throat. The intruder drags her to her feet, one hand in her hair the other on her arm dragging her to the back room. Her nails fail to find His flesh, instead rake harmlessly against leather. He catches her wrists in his hand stopping her feeble attempts to fight. He throws her on the bed and grapples with her. Straddling her he ties her wrists together on one of the bars of her head board.

His body slides off of her a knife flips open. Her eyes widden in terror as he approaches. Her screams are silenced by his gloved hand. “Bitch, stop screaming! You know no one can hear you here!” the knife slices her button down blouse open. Her black bra the only thing in his way. The flimsy material wouldn’t stand a chance! A flick of his wrist and the knife slices through the middle opening it as if it were butter.

Creamy flesh overflow their bonds. Pink nipples harden into small buds as the cool air kisses flushed flesh. Her whimper of protest is ignored. His hand grabs a fistful of tit and squeezes harshly. Her back bows trying to wiggle his hand away. He only squeezes harder.. “Your struggles will only hurt you, you little slut!” his rough voice rull of menace, promising every nightmare she has ever had to come true. His fingers rolled the little nubs between his fingers and twists painfully. Her screams are music to his ears.

He pushed her skirt up around her waist. Her wiggles only slightly slowed him down. “nononono…” her voice wobbled with fear and panic. The cool bite of the knife slipped over her thong cutting it out of his way. A meaty finger probbed along her folds. Unable to stop her bodies respnse, her cunt started to leak at the touch. Tears escaped, her breath hitched.

His voice was harsh next to her ear. “Ah, you are a slut. You like this don’t you? Don’t shake your head, your wet cunt is all the proof I need.” his finger slipped into her forcefully. Her cry mangled on a sob. Her outter lips full of blood, the scrapping leather sending jolts up to her clit. His finger left and she heard the zipper scrape open. Her eyes squeeze shut, her mind going numb. She didn’t want to be here feeling this! She felt his weight shift between her legs. The tip of his dick probing her cunt. His thick shaft spread her painfully. He filled her to the max. He withdrew and slowly thrust back into her. His hips rocking back and forth. Her muscles clenched around him as he pumped faster into her. Her crys unheard, jumbling into incoherent noise. His grunting quickening as he spilled his load inside her. She shuddered as she felt the hot streams spew into her.

“Your fuck hole just sucked up my juices, slut!” His weight lifted from the bed, leaving her like that for whoever showed up first.

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He hadn’t heard anything from her since saturday. She should of called by now. His boot steps sounded His arrival on the front porch. He knocked twice, one to many times, she usually came running on the first knock. He tried the door knob, unlocked. Worry creased His brow. He checked every room. Whiskers greeted Him in the kitchen meowing loudly. No food in the bowl. His heart spiked with fear. He ran to the bedroom and found her there… Tied to the bed all but naked and sobbing. He crossed to her in two large strides, cut her loose and gathered her into His arms. She cried out with joy at seeing Him then continued to sob. She told Him what happened between hickupping sobs…

“Oh Sir, I tried to fight back but… He had a knife!” her body shook as He rocked her back and forth comforting her the best way He could.

“Shh my little one, its ok. Just calm down.” his voice was a balm on her nerves, calm and collected. He had tons of practice hidding His true feelings.. Cold fury turned his insides to fire. Whoever did this would pay with their lives. They messed with the wrong mans slave!

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Surrender: Day 6

Her nipples throbbed like crazy. Every time she would move and her breasts would jiggle a sharp pain would course through her. The only reprieve was when she got to clean them. The cold liquid Sir brought her in the morning felt devine! When He came that morning He told her after lunch, He would take her to get another marking. She didn’t know how much more she could take of His markings. The leather collar felt acward and made her blush when she thought of the words. Plus the constant heat radiating from her nipples made her brutally aware of exactly what she was. With every mark it was becoming clear it was perminate. Her only hope was one day she could get a better room or even go outside! If she could feel the sun on her skin and the grass under foot with Sir, the whole perminate thing wouldn’t be at all bad. Maybe even quite enjoyable.

Her nerves kicked into high gear when her food was delivered. A ham and cheese sandwich, apple slices and tea today. She was revved up to do anything but nibble on apple slices. She knew now it was only a matter of time until He came for her. She was torn between dread and excitement. No matter what He did to her, she always looked foreward to His next visit. Did she want this visit over with or drawn out? Deffinately over with, she thought as she sipped her tea.

The locks clicked open a moment before the door opened. He strode in looking her over. The straw was still in her mouth as she gulped down a mouthfull of tea. Her nipples were hard swollen nubs. A nervous smile lit up her features, his cock twitched in response. THe mind game was already at play. “Finished?” he motioned to her barely touched food. Her eyes sparkled as she nodded. “Good, come here then.”

Setting her tea down she padded over to Him. Wincing at the sway of her breasts, she stops in front of Him and looks up to meet His eyes. He was so tall! It intimidated her sometimes. The top of her head barely reached His shoulders. He lifts a strange looking gag at her. She obeys the silent comand and opens her mouth wide. THe ball fits into her mouth better than the other gag; leather wraps around her mouth and chin, touching the top of her collar. He secures it in the back with a buckle then snaps on a Y shapped piece that goes over her head and around her nose. It feels strange on her nose, vaugly distracting.

There’s no cuffs this time but the blindfold is secured with a huff from seven. How she longed to see where He leads her! His hand waves in front of her eyes before He tows her across the hall and into the room across from her own room. Under a single spotlight sat a reclining chair with sterrups the ob/gyn uses. Attached to it was a very intimidating fucking machine. A blue dildo already connected to it. On a stand next to it was an electric wand-like cattle praud but smaller, a leather crop and leather restraints. This was by far His favorite room.

Lifting her into his arms he walks to the chair. Sitting her down he walks around her securing her arms to the bar above her head. Her feet he puts into the sturrups, legs secured to the chair so she cant move them on her own. He stands behind the device between her legs. Her lips are swollen and slick with her juices, all but begging for his abuse. He slipps a finger into her fuck hole teasing her. Her muscles clench around the invading finger greedily. With drawing, he positions the head of the dildo between her slick folds at the entrance of her cunt.

A flick of a switch and the dildo comes to life. Thrusting in and out of her at one punishing speed. Her body grows taunt with built up pleasure. She crys out around the gag unable to voice her pleasure. The electric wand zapps her flesh above her sensitive mound. The pain an instant snap over riding the pleausre of being ruthlessly fucked for a second. Both sensations vie for her attention. A power struggle that makes her cum over and over with no reprieve in sight. Body slick with sweat, heart racing, her breath coming out is ragged pants. Her inner thighs saturated with her juices. A puddle forms under her ass.

With one last zap, this time on her clit, he shuts off the machine and puts the wand away. With a coold wash cloth he cleans up her juices. Once clean he moves the machine and opens the door. One of the men from yesterday enters surveying the scene before him. He drags in a stand of his own and a small stool in with him. Positioning himself between sevens legs the Man inspects her folds. WIth a sharpi he marks her out labia three times on each lip.

An ok from his employer be begins piercing. Sevens body jerks at the intense stabing pain as each mark is pierced than a silver ring is perminately put in each hole like her nipples. The hoops are placed evenly along her outer lips six in all. Tears coat the blind fold as a new sterile needle pierces her clit hood. A muffled scream echos around the room. A silver barbell is put in place. A disinfectant is smeared along all the piercings. Finished he leaves His employer and his slut.

Her Sir removes the blindfold and gag. She looks up at Him with tears in her eyes. So that was His mark. Yup, Deffinately worse than her nipples. Her whole body throbbed from the ordeal. Exhausted she succumbs to sleep. Dreams of sunshine and Sir dance before her eyes…

Surrender: Day 3

Indignation flares up as she remembers what He told her on His last visit. Stripping her of everything familiar, even her name! Does that mean He has done this six times before with different women? Bile rises up into her throat at the sickening idea. All the evidence pointing in one direction, now that her eyes have been opened…

He wants her for a sex slave!

What was she dragged into? Who could condone such a thing? Shock clouds her mind at what she did the other night and the implications of her actions. Did she actually… submit to His demand?! What was she thinking? Her independence and rebelliousness nature boil over as all this becomes clear. “Well, I wont let that ever happen again!” she vowed to herself out loud.

No sooner than those venomous words left her lips the locks to her door started to click open. The deranged Man of her thoughts walks into the room with only a large bag of toys. Closing the door with a loud thud he turns to her. He notices the change in her instantly. Leaning on the door he waits for the questions to come, without much patience he prompts her, “Well get the questions out of your system!”

Her eyes lift to His impatient face. Her glare would have froze a lesser man, but it did nothing to Him. “I know what you want and you’ll never get it from me! I refuse to be a sick sick mans sex slave!!” her voice rose to a shriek by the end of her statement. He never budged from His spot.

“Aren’t you just a clever little morsel. But I have to disagree with that. You will learn to do exactly as your told when your told just like everyone else around here. You have no choice. Don’t test me, girl, you won’t like what you find.” his voice never wavered. His features exuding an unearthly calm and absolute control of his emotions.

Her reply startled Him out of His calm for a flicker of a second. “Fuck you!” her satisfaction at seeing Him rattled evaporated as He crossed to her so quickly it was too late to flee.

His hand tangles into her hair yanking her head back. Mere inches from her face he snarls, “Watch it girl! You have no idea what you’re doing.” She hisses in a breath through clenched teeth, then lets loose a snarl of her own and spits in his face. A howl of rage erupts from the pits of his soul. He let’s go of her and storms out of the room.

A smug smile of victory spreads over her lips at His retreat. Steadying herself she stands up and goes to sit on the bed. Her satisfaction is shortly lived as He rushes into the room and at her. He pushes her to the concrete wall with so much force the breath is knocked out of her in a whoosh! His once pleasant eyes contorted with pure rage.. Her heart races in true fear of Him. Her limbs are tied to hooks in the wall and floor by rough itchy rope. His roughness causes her to tremble in regret for angering Him. She ventures to say, “I’m… sorry…”

He grabs her chin hard exposing her slender neck. His teeth sink into the joint of her shoulder and neck with vicious power to draw small beads of blood successfully marking her. He steps back as the copper metallic taste of her blood touches his tongue. “Not yet, you’re not. See I know what gets you to repent quicker than anything…” he says this as he leaves once more and swiftly returns with the bound beauty from the other day. Her nude figure perfection except for a brand on her right hip. The girl’s eyes were wide as he secures her hands suspended above her, across the room from seven. “… And that is the suffering of another human being. You have condemned Tanya to your punishment!”

Sevens eyes go huge at the idea of what she’s done. She strains on her bonds, the sting of rope biting into her flesh welcomed as much as ignored. Unnoticed before she sees Him unfurl a bull whip, positioning Himself off to the side so seven could see the pain and suffering she caused. A loud crack radiates around the room as the first strikes digs into the woman’s flesh. Her piercing scream follows. The flesh where He aimed is laid open and a drop of blood trickles down. Crack! Another blow, another scream and another ugly gash marking the flawless beauty. Sevens cries mingle with Tanya’s as tears blur her vision. Crack! The unrelenting tempo of the whip increases. Crack! Tanya’s pleas jumble into an incoherent mess at the pain and endorphins flooding her system. Crack! Seven screams at Him, “Stop! Please, I’m begging You! No more, I’m sorry…”

He arches his brow and looks over to her. Tears stain her cheeks as fresh torrents of tears flow from her red eyes. The ropes have left red furrows where they dug into her wrists as she struggled in vain. Crack! “I’m sorry… What!?” his voice was full of implications and threat.

Her body sags as she understands. In order to stop this she must give over herself to Him… Crack! “I’m sorry SIR! For my wrong doing.” her voice breaks at this last bit. “No more, please, I promise to be good!”

He coils the whip back onto his belt and walks to her. She lowers her eyes unable to look into the eyes of this man. Inspecting her he says, “Now you understand. You are no longer free to do what ever you wish. You will follow the rules or this is your punishment. You forced me to do something I dislike, but it was needed to teach you your place.”

He reaches into his pocket for the remote and pushes the button. Two women walk in and view the scene, eyes wide as the spot Tanya’s back. “Take her to Mitchell. He knows what to do.” They bow in unison, retrieve Tanya and depart.

Releasing seven he commands, “Kneel before me, legs spread.” She dropped to the floor and does as told. Her actions showing utter defeat. “Who are you?” he asks.

With a hitch in her voice she struggles to respond, “Seven, Sir!”

“Who am I to you? Be careful how you reply…” his tone firm and full of heated promises of punishment if she should fail.

“You are… my owner and Sir.” A single tear falls to the floor at her words.

“Put your hands behind your back and lower your forehead to my boot.” His eyes rake over her body in her rightful place. Her compliance was instant. He crouches down, placing his hand on her back somewhat tenderly. “You are forgiven my girl. Don’t make the same mistake twice.”

She breaks out in sobs at the knowledge of what’s happened. She is His now. Her choices have been removed and limited to fit the will of…

… Her Sir!

Surrender: Day 2

From his desk he had the advantage of seeing everything and everyone scurrying along his home. The subtle glow of each monitor creating a haunted air on his features and surroundings. The ice in his half empty glass clinking to the bottom is the only sound heard. His attention reverts back to the center monitor that’s slightly larger then the rest. Two clicks of the keyboard and the small chamber appears with its inhabitabts sitting cross legged on the bed. A tray of finger food in front of her steadily devoured. After a couple of minutes of study he clicks the kitchen camera to view and speaks into the microphone attached to the pa system.

The cook for that month was busy at the stove preparing lunch for the compound when the mini monitor and speaker/pa system turned on. As she turned to grab the already diced carrots for the soup her masters booming voice startles her. With a clang the ladle slips from her grip. “Caroline, why hasn’t anyone removed the tray from sevens room yet? Did I startle you?” his voice sounded smug at catching her unawares.

“Oh, Master! You gave my poor heart such a start you did.” her hand flew to her hammering heart for emphasis. “Seven hasn’t had that tray for but five minutes- ten tops! If you think that’s enough time to eat, I will send Tanya to fetch it Master.”

Looking at the monitors he notices his russain beauty just sitting in the library reading, he informs Caroline where to find her. “Do this immediately. I love pestering Tanya. I have plans for seven, but I cant do them while she’s eating, can I?” his look and manner showing but a glimpse of the deviant man they all knew so intimately.

“Yes Master, I will go to the library immediately.”

“Good girl.”

Meanwhile in the seventh chamber the naked captive is oblivious of the conversations and activities taking place around her. Her mind is so tangled she barely notices what she’s eating. The juicy taste of watermelon pieces barely registers as just fruit. The sound of the locks clicking open barely makes a dent into her pondering until female hands as pale as alabaster pearls comes into view at the same time the smell of jasmine and ocean spray assaults her senses. She looks up in time to see the mysterious woman slip through the door with her unfinished tray of food. Her eyes were wide with wonder, she sits there for what could of been five minutes or an hour. She could never tell the time in the room. Once the sent of the woman vanished all she could think was that so pure a beauty couldn’t really exist in her personal hell.

The next person to visit however fit perfectly in her mini hell, after all He created it. Ever since the made up woman visited her, she sat exactly the way He found her. Hunched over where her tray was with a look that signified her in deep thought. The same squeking cart is dragged as He closes himself in with her. With a voice mustered from the pits of her courage she asks, “What do you want from me this time? You took every ounce of self worth I had last time…”

He faces her looking her over intently from head to the tip of her toes. A blush creeps to her delicate features hightening his pleasure in her looks. “A few changes by the end of her first session of training and her looks will be perfect…” he thought to himself with satisfaction. “That’s debatable. You will gain all your views of yourself back eventually. As I said before, you will find out soon enough. A little tip, remember to call me Sir!” as he spoke he put the surgical gloves from a pocket on and walked to the cart. Grabbing the arm binders he walks to her. “Are you going to be a good girl and cooperate today?”

Looking up at Him her rebellious side flares up but she quenches it. The sooner she accepts the sooner this would all be over. She nods an affirmative.

With a roughness he is known for, he grabs her by the arm and hoists her to her feet. He positions her arms behind her. “Hold still.” he commands as he fits the binders on her. Once satisfied they fit he began to lace them as tight as her arms would allow. Towing her along he walks to the cart and produces a leather hood with holes for her mouth and eyes.

The girl lets out a whimper of fear as she sees what He grabs. So many thoughts running through her head, the least expected was curiosity. Not in what He wanted but what He was planning for her this time and that in and of itself scared the crap out of her!

“Shake your hair back behind you.” he demanded in front of her. She did as was instructed and her raven tresses cascaded down her back and secure arms. Lowering the hood onto her head he adjusts it so she can see and breath. The feel of snug leather on her felt strangly comforting. Resisting the urge to smile she watches him. His next object of attention was a metal bar with shackles on each end. He positions her over two hooks in the floor about 3 feet apart and clicks the bar into place. “So that’s what the hooks are for.” she thought.

His gloved hands grab her ankle and slides it into the shackle, from his pocket he reveals twin padlocks. One goes onto the shackle that her ankle is in successfully securing it in place. With an experimental tug she tries to lift her foot out, with a huff she gives up that idea. Her other ankle is secured in the same fashion. Standing in front of his captive he looks her over with a glint of lust in his eyes as his cock hardens in the confines of his jeans. In her vulnerability she was more beautiful than she realized.

He loos into her eyes with so much fire and force, if it weren’t for the spreader bar she would have staggered back with such intensity laid bare. Her breath catches in her throat as she watches Him. For the first time she though Him somewhat attractive in a rigid or brutish kind of way. His eyes though, she vowed to herself she would never get tired of those eyes… A cry of alarm escapes her at His boldness this time. She could feel His hands caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples to hard peaks! The friction of His gloved fingers caused wetness to pool between her legs. Her eyes widened as His hand trailed down her stomach slowly, toying with her. Still lower they traveled until He was teasing her clit. So much better this was to the Hitachi! His fingers knew just what to do and before long she was moaning as an orgasm wracked her body.

His cock throbbed painfully at her obvious thrill to him. Her whimpers and moans music to his ears. Unable to stop himself, his finger slipped into her slick cunt. His sudden invasion and the wakes of the first orgasm causes another more powerful one. Her juices coat his finger all but inviting more. Another finger slips easily in. Her body is covered with a fine sheen of sweat, heart racing and breath coming out in pants…

He grabs her tit with his free hand forcefully. Tongue darts out to lick at the pink bud, sucking it into his mouth. Fingers moving in and out of her cunt at a quickening speed. Her body starts to tremble as orgasm number three is torn from her. A loud moan reaches his ears. Removing his fingers, he slaps her wet tit with his juice covered hand. A red print is instantly seen with satisfaction.

Withdrawing from her he goes to the cart grabbing up a cloth bag full of clothes pins properly stretched for one new to them. He starts with her right tit and starts to place them around her nipple. Her crys of pain more intising than those of pleasure. The left tit decorated the same as the right. Tears leap to her eyes as he stands back to admire. Walking behind her he pushes her over. Her ass bare to him, legs spread to reveal her wet cunt. He starts to finger her from behind, one finger then another stretching her. His fingers punishing in speed and force. The orgasms roll from her…

Once she was soaked enough he let loose his throbbing cock and positioned himself behind her. His fingers are removed… His cock slams into her with so much force she had to grip her hips to steady her. Her gasps mingled with a severe cry of pleasure. Her cunt muscles stretch to allow his invasion as he starts to thrust behind her so fast she looses count of orgasms. Cunt muscles squeeze his cock at every release. Her clothes pinned breasts bouncing causing the sting of pain to mingle with the strokes of pleasure. Unable to stop herself her voice breaks on another orgasm,” Please… please… Oh, god… Please Sir! Oh yes!!”

As the word sir slips from her lips the pleasure of hearing them topples him over the edge. Pulling out of her tight abused cunt he spills his seed over her ass. A growl rips from him as pleasure courses through his blood…..

His voice triumphant he states, “You are mine now! You no longer have  a name until you prove you deserve one. You are known as seven from here on!”

Rewarded for a good job

Our 34hr restart is over and we have another load going to Houston. Right now we are working our way south so we can be on our home time Sunday to relax. Plus so He can watch nascar… I know its important so I wont bitch.. much! Apparently, this last race is really important and will decide the champion. I’m just glad it will be over soon.

Yesterday Master got a pair of really nice boots. Real leather with a rubber non-slip soul. They should last a good long while. When we got back to the yard I sealed and polished them. That was kind of fun, I guess I have a nack for it. He was very pleased. *Beams* They look super good on Him to. Doing the polishing for Him made me feel more like a slave than any other chore could possibly do. It made me think about things while my hands were busy. That’s a very good thing for me.

I was rewarded with some breast spanking for my job well done! It was out of the blue in the sense I didn’t think it would happen much less like that. I was standing there topless waiting to get into bed when He started to tweak and fondle them. Those led to pinches and slaps! Big ouchies.. He slapped them so hard my body kept trying to buckle in on itself. He wouldn’t let me though so my knee decided to come up after every painful slap. (which was every single one!) I had a really hard time holding still. He might have to tie me down next time. I am sporting two really nice bruises on the sides of my breasts. 🙂 I was really happy to finally see bruises on my body that He put there… Not the random accidental ones you wake up with!

 

Today has been a really good day. We are hopefully done with Wal-mart blitz loads. Right now we are working our way home with one that delivers to a store.

Master and I had a couple of great talks while He was driving. We also talked about His past by a lake next to a rest area. I had a few questions and it seemed like the right time to ask. He is very “ask the right questions and you’ll get the right answer” kind of guy about the subject of His past. (I wont mention details about past, present or future talks about His past…EVER) Then we talked about us and the life we led. I asked a couple of questions (as always curious me does) about His version of a perfect scene.. Lets just say it involves double-headed dildos, a cat o’nine tails whip, gag, blindfold and a bucket-o-water! Let your imagination soar, I know mine did. 🙂

Right now we are parked, fed and happily relaxing. Master is reading an excellent book called The chamber of Ten. It was a great book, I finished it in less than ten hours! I’m still reading The lord of the ring trilogy. I’m on book two still. I’m not exactly loving them. But I will see how they end. I’m obligated to.

Dark Desires

I have so many images, dark fantasies or desires inside my head. I see how things would go if I had any control over situations and also what could of been. But I am not in control of such things He is…

After doing something wrong I picture him striping me down quickly, forcing me onto my knees while He chokes the life breath from my throat and lungs until both scream for a release of pressure. He steps on my back until my head is crammed into the ground with my bare butt in the air! Unable to move until He says to, unable to speak or look around. Forced to sit there thinking on what I did wrong while He is in complete control of Himself.. Anything among those lines fascinate me to no end. How I long for His firm grip once again putting pressure on my neck. Or when He takes great pains in positioning the clothes pins just so on/around my nipples to cause the maximum amount of pain possible. All the while His slowness kills me more then the pain itself… (in situations like this I have no patience what-so-ever!) Hell, even the feal of His hand/belt across my bare flesh while I am bent over the bed, exposed to him! But above anything else I desire bruises, marks and welts that last longer then a couple of days. I long for the dark purple almost black splotches to mark along my butt, breasts and inner thighs among many other places. I crave the mental fog/haze that would require to create such artful marks. The feeling of being completely at the mercy of another person. But not just any person, no; The one you love most. The Man that completes you and allows you to soar. Trusting Him to know when to be harsh and when to be kind. To know when to stop and to keep going. I desire more than anything to feel that not only does He have my body in His hands but in some cases my very life.

I crave to give Him everything I am ten times over in the throws of passion, pain, lust, sweat, tears and pleasure. I wish to fuel His unending control and Sadistic side with my submission and willing spirit, mental stability and giving body.

If only I could find a way to bring my wants, cravings and dark desires to life!

Plague of unanswered questions

Master and i are still in Atlanta. We had a load this morning that was supposed to pick up today and deliver tomorrow. But when we got here, (The shippers) they told Master that it wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow at 5:30PM eastern time. He has been trying to figure all of this out since we got here. Sadly, there has been no progress. Add onto that the two facts that i am in dire need of a restroom (which they don’t have for us lowly drivers) and that i haven’t had anything to eat all morning, this becomes quite unbearable. Situations like this make me very edgy and cranky. Master is about to go drive back to the Atlanta yard to wait. At least there they have bathrooms… and vending machines. Master won’t dare drop His trailer though. The other drivers are like sharks when it comes to empty trailers. If you drop one there is a 99.99% chance that you won’t be getting it back with this company..

Yesterday morning when i woke up, i had to go into the building and i found Master in front of the T.V. Which is perfectly fine. When i sat down the first thing He asked me was, “What kind of mood are you in?”. Usually when He asks me that it is only to see where my head is at because His is in the gutter… The deliciously deviant gutter! After i had woken up a bit Master and i went back to the truck. He decided to play Age of Empires: The trial edition for a while.

i had a bunch of images in my head of being tied up and smacked, flogged and fucked so naturally i was drenched. i asked Master if i would be allowed to play and He said yes and handed over my toy! While i was doing that He came back to the bed and stood there… Then to my surprise unzipped His pants. i don’t know about Y/your house hold but when my Master does that it only means one thing. i took my toy out and got on all fours and proceeded to suck His cock. It was very yummy! He wouldn’t let me suck Him to completion because as He put it, “That’s for later…” and went back to His game and let me finish playing. 🙂

Later that night Master gave me exactly what i have been needing for weeks! A very yummy, intense scene. It started with me just sitting on the bed to being stripped, blindfolded and having clothes pins placed on my nipples. Those things hurt like CRAP! i can never stand to have them on for to long their to painful. After that Master tied me to a handle in the wall, with me laying on my back arms over my head while He used His belt on me… Every where on my body was being kissed with the leather. About a third of the way in i was already on the verge of tears but i was also drenched so Master didn’t stop. i also didn’t ask/tell Him to stop either. i wanted to go as far as i could that night. i didn’t want to hold anything back and i wanted to be at the place where i didn’t have to think after wards. It was just intense feelings over-riding my brain. It was wonderful!

Unfortunately before Master could finish and cum some guy knocked on the door. Master had to get dressed and see what the hell. Apparently some guy said that the empty we were on was His trailer and it was loaded which is a bunch of horse shit and by the end of the conversation with the guy Master busted Him in the pricks lies. Although Master was mad He was in to good a mood to argue with yet another old, bald black man that day.

When Master and i have such intense scenes like that, it makes me feel completely owned. i’m not talking about the mushy i’m going to be His for all eternity. No. What i’m talking about is the flood of emotions that course through my body after an experience like that. When you are thoroughly used, marked, mind-fucked and well, fucked there is no escaping your position in the relationship. It’s like the man sears it onto my brain with a red-hot poker. Along with the good emotions come some not-so-good questions. i have only had to ask and answer them once.

The questions like: “Why am i putting myself through this much pain?” or “If He truly loves me, then why is He hurting me and making me cry?” or the hardest one for me yet, “Aren’t i suppose to be more than a fuck-toy or punching bag?”…

The last question is still very new in my mind. i haven’t been able to answer it yet. i know i’m not just His punching bag or fuck-toy, but in moments like that the mind wonders… Now, lets analyze a moment shall we? (See what it’s like in my head 24/7.. poor souls you.) If i was 100% submissive in my ways and thinking wouldn’t i be exactly that? i mean at times i am in fact His fuck-toy. i get used for His pleasure then put back on the shelf until next time with out pleasure of my own. Also being His fuck-toy or punching bag gives Him pleasure so therefor it should give me pleasure, right? So because half the time it doesn’t give me pleasure does that mean i’m not submissive enough? Or does that mean i’m a “bad” slave, because i have needs that are somewhat selfish? i would like to say no. That i am not a “bad” slave but instead i’m just being human. If you look at the human animal… We are selfish creatures as a whole. Some of us are worse than others. We like to have our needs met before we go around and helping other people with theirs. It’s the “You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours” mentality. Some times that isn’t very conducive to being in the “submissive/slave” mindset. So many things in todays culture/world are conspiring against the mentality of submission. It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there. Where women are trying to be men, and men are trying to be women. There is no true “Boss” in any dynamic. If you were to tell anyone that you were in this lifestyle you would be shunned. Our community is very small in numbers. Hell, even within that community you might be judged because of what you like or don’t like.

i just think there is no accurate way to decide what is acceptable as a slave and what isn’t. The only one that should really have that kind of power over you and your actions should be your owner. Although on the flip side of that coin. The best person to make sure you keep up with the rules or guidelines is yourself. You are either your best friend or worst enemy. i am the same way. Hense the struggle i have been having recently.

i have a lot to think about as you can guess..