Monday, March 31, 2014


The day started with sex. Normally that would be a promising beginning, but it was 3.30 am and He had already woken one up at 1.30 am when he'd gotten up. Add to that it was 12.30 am when one had actually got to bed in the first place and it was... needless to say... a tired, surly slave that awoke at 6.30 am to begin the day officially. One who was way beyond the reaches of even the beloved bean might one add.

He on the other hand was chipper, relaxed (having started his sleep cycle at 7.30 the night before), horny and affectionate. Who wouldn't be on nearly 11 hours of sleep? In fact that affectionate attitude extended into the odd orgasm sent one's way and lots of cuddles and snuggles... not necessarily the nicest thing on  a hot day, but... There was even an almost sincere apology for the earliness of the wake up sex.
And before you all sit there going that's sweet, you need to understand it was an INTJ type apology... sorry for the fact that I didn't realise you got to bed late, but still it put me to sleep very nicely. All accompanied by that general smugness of everything being right in His world. A state that He is assured is the only one that counts.

Needless to say none of this actually improved the general disposition of the sleep deprived slave who was being love bombed in this manner. In fact when He slid past, touching and patting assorted slave parts saying I love you, one did point out that word didn't mean what He thought it meant. In fact keeping one deprived of sleep and all loved up was brain washing 101.

He turned and, without so much as a glimmer of guile, said but you won't care. And it will still work even if you know what is going on.
And that dear reader is why there are ethics committees to protect people. Some people are less than scrupulous about their techniques. 
Still the day of sex and orgasms and affection was very nice...
Crap it does still work...

Sunday, March 30, 2014

The games people play

Well today was spent sitting in a room, with rather fewer people than usual, playing games. Normally one small slave is resigned to her fate, but today started with a run. Subsequently, as one sat there, every muscle from the waist down slowly froze up. Except the arse... that was just numb.
And the coffee was cold
Sighs oh well at least the sex that spontaneously occurred when we got home was hot...

Oh wait that was Him positively reinforcing the day wasn't it...


Saturday, March 29, 2014

The question for this week

Why is it that the slave, with the cunt full of cum, is the one who has to get up to get the new box of tissues... that a certain someone didn't mention was empty  before the sex... while that aforementioned someone, who is relatively clean, gets to lie there?

Friday, March 28, 2014

Squashed dreams

We were chatting, as one made Him breakfast, about this and that...
So you're saying that one isn't in the running for slave of the year?
You, He said with a laugh, aren't even getting invited to the dinner

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Born to run

People often seem to have all sorts of concerns about wearing their collars in public. Personally one has had all sorts of fun with the damn thing. As a rule people fall into two camps; those who recognise it for what it is and those who don't. Of course there are those who fall somewhere outside of those lines... the one's who joke with only hazy ideas of what it is
Today was one of those people...

A gentleman walks into the shop looking for a good quality magnesium supplement. In this climate, particularly if you work outdoors, it's an essential thing if you don't want to be woken up in the middle of the night in excruciating agony as the muscle contract in spasms.  So we chit chat, swap stories about the pain and why one particular product is better than the others, have a couple of laughs and then he turns around and says....
So do they tie you up at night with that (indicating the collar)?

See round here people are pretty brazen. They are not content with dying of curiosity; they will come right out and ask about it... in a roundabout way... usually sexual
Smiling sweetly at the glimmer of mischief mingled with avid curiosity shining in his eyes one retorted...
Of course. Natural born runner. It's the only way to guarantee one will be there in the morning.
He went the most charming shade of pink under his deep tan. 

Whispers sometimes getting the answer is not as gratifying as you imagined :D

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Confessions of a masochist

Well after the run yesterday, which produced muscles that one had completely forgotten about, one hauled the reluctant body to the gym for weights. Something tells one that we will not be getting up to go for a run tomorrow. In fact 5.30 am will find one small slave asleep...
Muscles need their rest to grow and regenerate...
Nods yes, grow...
Whispers it sounds so much better than too sore to move