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...
Bastard!
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Poor guy, can't even escape the "bastard" title after hot sex.
You know He said something similar... even when I'm being nice you still write mean things about me.
It was even accompanied by this hurt little boy look. It's all bullshit. Don't cross to His side...
I can never resist the hurt little boy look. We actually have a name for it- Master's "puppy Jack" look because we had this dog name Jack that would give the same exact look... I'm a sucker for it.
Master and Jack shared some sort of connection, as a person can to a dog...one time, when he was 19 or so, my mom even told him that he was panting around after me like Jack after a bitch. My own mom! Sheesh.
Round here learning to resist those blue eyes is a critical survival skill.
The resistance continues...
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