He likes being mean. He took away my pillow, the blankets. No books, no vibrator, definitely no Blackberry. He left me there for what felt like forever. I felt like I was going crazy. I didn’t have time for this shit. I had lots of other stuff that I needed to do. I didn’t want to be in his damn cage. I remember telling him I didn’t want to play these stupid games anymore. I remember yelling that THIS ISN’T WORKING FOR ME! I said purple alligator. SAFEWORD. Let me out let me out let me out.
I wonder where all that angst and raw emotion went, because I sure don’t feel it anymore. I don’t remember how he got me from there to here. I can never see the way out of that space. Thank god I’m hardly ever there anymore. It’s really not fun!
He ended it all on a good note, of course, because he’s a manipulative bastard. He made me play with myself, get close to coming, but wouldn’t let me over the edge.
I told him he was such a sick fuck. He thanked me for the compliment.
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What a wise master you have. And how generous to share this portrait of the caged pet, all alone. We might have wanted to add a little bondage, but we wouldn’t dream of altering this scenario one bit. You get exactly what you needed. and, we suspect, so did he. Sick fucks are wonderful’ everyone needs one.
It would have been great if he let you out and then placed you on the symbian for a few hours while touching up your bits and pieces every so often for telling him you are tired of this…..Him you are brave to tell a sick fuck that…
You do say the nicest things sex toy. Your purpose in life is to be my perfect fuck. I’m thrilled that you’re getting with the program.