I was sitting on the couch waiting for M. to assemble whatever the hell he was going to beat me with yesterday, and looked over to my crazy corner. I love it. It’s so me. I’m happy happy sitting in my chair, I’m happy when I see it.
Calling it the crazy corner makes me laugh. I often feel pretty crazy. Sitting quietly, watching him collect things to beat me with, and looking forward to it? Yeah, crazy. Also, hot.
I’m covered in bruises, front and back, but he decided my tits were pretty okay so tied me to the post and beat them for a while. I did fine until the clover clamps came out, and then I lost it.
He let me down and then fucked me for a solid hour, I swear, until the heat and humidity got unbearable.
He said he’d finish last night, but of course a million things happened instead, like his mother being re-admitted to the hospital from the nursing home, this time with pneumonia, so off to town we went.
Today is miserably hot and sticky too, but he says we are working outside anyway. No fucking around today. (maybe I can talk him into retreating to the bedroom for an afternoon siesta?)
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We are hoping for a little get away for you too, today, but I have to admit it is for my enjoyment hearing about it, too.
Come on all you readers out there, say something so she doesn’t think she is talking to the wall.
be good, bye
Sorry about the M-I -L being admitted it is hard when a parent is declining. Glad phrank beat you so nicely. Should do it more often so you do not feel neglected and the marks stay fresh. Then again there is always the long needles that make you cringe. He should use those instead of the clamps or tell you he will take the clamps off when you ask. Of course he will just have to insert the needles when he takes the clover clamps off. Love the mind fuck with a slave.
Was looking at the pictures of the inside of the log house yesterday. There is a picture of you from behind with long hair taken a couple of years ago.
Do you REALLY realize how much weight you’ve lost and how good you look?