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30 May 2007, 00:26
We've gone fishing almost every day for a week. Sometimes B-man tags along with us, but mostly it's just Him and I. Since I'm really selfish and like to have Him to myself, I'm not complaining. We really have a great time together, either just sitting silently, or having the privacy to talk.
Last night I was drooling for a quick outdoor switching but the freakin' traffic wouldn't slow down. Any other day there's maybe two cars an hour, until I want to drop my drawers . Then that road turns into the Indy 500 qualifying track. Bastards. I would have done it anyway because I'm desperate like that, but with us being fully visible from the road Master seemed to think that switching my ass wasn't worth a night in jail.
I disagreed. So, I whomp-a-lomped Him in fishing! He caught more fish than I did, but mine was the biggest. *gloat* He comes back with some nonsense about game fish and crap fish, but whatever. Mine was bigger, therefore I win.
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Master woke up quite ready for twat torture Tuesday. He was almost too eager if you ask me! He used my cunt as His toilet, something He refers to as a pee-douche. It's not painful in any aspect. He stands behind me, enters me, and urinates. I can't feel the urination itself, what I do feel is a cramp that builds in pressure until it gets fairly uncomfortable fairly quickly. At this point it also becomes uncomfortable for Him, He says it's like trying to piss with something blocking His urethra. So He pulls out and urine splashes *everywhere*. Like a piss-geyser, it spurts out of my cunt and of course, He's still pissing, so it's quite a lot of splashing around.
(Needless to say, this little task takes place in the bathtub, followed immediately by a shower.)
After He'd finished urinating, the remainder of it aimed over my body and head, He turned me around, telling me to kneel in front of Him and my mouth became His toilet paper, licking and sucking His now urine and pussy-covered cock clean.
Sometimes He pisses in my ass, which is a whole lot less messy than when He pisses in my cunt, and serves it's purpose as an enema as well. But pissing in my mouth is equally as messy (for me anyway) because I never can swallow it as fast as He pees and it always ends up down my front. Unless He pees in my mouth while having me kneeling next to the toilet, that way neither of us get messy because what I can't take flows into the toilet.
I really like the objectification of serving as a toilet, though I really wish it was a more pleasant tasting experience. :(
That piss aftertaste hangs around a long damn time, no matter how much you brush or gargle. I can still taste it and this happened *hours* ago.
It's something He really likes too. I'm not sure why, I could ask Him I suppose, but truly, the workings of a sadist are pretty mysterious to me. I peed on a man once and it did nothing for me at all, except make me really embarrassed, so I do not see what His attraction to it is. But then I really can't explain what *my* attraction is to being on the receiving end of it either.
Other than the general "I like being used as an object" fetish.
He took a video of it. I don't know about posting it though. Up to the Boss. I do have to post the pics, though it's pretty hard to take pictures of Him pissing up inside of me. ;)
Just as He pulls out.
Finishing over my back and head.
Cleaning Him off.
Me telling Him that tasted gross. :D
EDIT::: Jeez, I almost forgot to post the actual torture pics.
(several hours later, it's just a *little* swollen)
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Now for the edumacation part.
We did go and get the paint for the bedroom. We went to a different store, carried along our little piece of wood to match up colors, He picked it out, bought it, brought it home, I painted the walls, and it's *exactly* the same color that I had picked out for the bedroom and didn't like and ended up putting in the bathroom. *sigh*
So I figure cosmic intervention and Master's final word means the bedroom is meant to be this orangey-gold-tannish color. And it's not that it's a bad color at all, kinda tangerine-ish, it's just that the accenting color of the carpet and drapes is a deep red. Red with orange walls, gold comforter, and black furniture? It's some psychedelic 70's leftover dungeon down here. :D
Anyway, the night that I had finished painting the walls but hadn't yet put all the furniture and things back, Master and I went to bed pretty darn exhausted. I am required to ask every night to be chained and locked into bed, and I did ask... but the key was still on the other side of the room where I'd left it. It went something like this;
"Can I have my collar on please Sir?"
"Yes."
"But the key is way over there."
"Go get it."
"No. Lets just skip the collar and chain tonight."
"Do you want ME to go get it?" (said in the tone of voice parents tend to use when they ask if the kids want them to pull the car over and come back there.) After careful consideration I answered;
"Yes."
"I'm very disappointed in you."
"Okay." and then I fell asleep. As did He. We were both really tired.
The next day both of us had to do some deep thinking on how and why it had gone down like that. How had I gotten to a place where replying with a no was acceptable, as well as being "okay" with Him telling me He was disappointed in me.
And He let me do it.
I was, understandably, in a major upset/panic the next day. I mean, this had to be the beginning of the end, right? It had to be indicative of hugely deep-seated problems that were unsolvable and crisis-inducing...
By mid-morning of that day I had convinced myself that I must not be a slave or He must not be a Master. Because that shit ain't cool.
So we drove to the park, and sat and talked. About the why's and what for's, the possible motivation for the interaction, how to fix it, how to make sure it never happens again. It was a good talk, a long talk, at times a heated talk and at times a funny, loving talk. We got a lot of things aired and some misconceptions cleared up. <br />
Then He drove me home and whomped my ass with the blue stick, clamped me with clothespins and stuck me in the corner, turned out the lights and left the room for about 20 minutes. (Left alone in the dark, hurting (physically and smarting with guilt) is some kind of effective punishment, believe you me!) Then the dreaded sentences. Gah! with the fucking sentences!
Anyway, the education part is in realizing where each of us have slipped and taking the necessary steps to correct it. Because none of us are perfect, because M/s is hard work, and because we want this enough to own up to our mistakes.
There's more but it's time to go. :)
~cunt
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