Saturday, November 21, 2009

Saturday

I spoke with my Man last night. I was alone or semi alone, D was here, but in bed. Master and I had a great chat and I was allowed to suck His shaft twice! He used my mouth hard, making me take His shaft deeply until my nose pressed into His belly. The second time I gagged right at the end and made the most horrible noise. I was embarrassed but He just laughed as I spluttered.


I was not permitted to touch, or play or orgasm though, nor did He use any other holes. Because it is "that time of the month" for me although I am desperately horny we don't normally fuck during that time.


I am under very strict instructions to have my cunt ready for Monday though. Monday we are both alone, as with Tuesday.


Monday is "big session day" MSN and webcam, crop, oils, leash, collar, legs tied with velcro to the back of the bed, perhaps the birch? perhaps wooden spoons? Perhaps a frozen polish sausage? Perhaps orgasm for rosie? Or perhaps not...of course it is up to my Master whether or not He decides to use me or just torment and tease. He gets just as much pleasure watching me writhe and squirm as He does from using my holes.

It was 9 November since He last made use of my dirty fuckhole. That is 11 days ago.

I so LOVE sucking His shaft though, I love, love, love, LOVE it. I literally sucked it for hours in Melbourne when He was here. He was so jet lagged and tired I was only allowed to suck it intermittently while He rested, no sex, just sucking while He rested, stopping for a while while He slept, sucking again when He stirred.... mmmm I hope He will allow me to do it again tonight when we speak, it turns me on so much.

I love You Master

s

Punishment - I Love You

Week 9


I Love You
(English)

Friday, November 20, 2009

Friday

Thanks for the kind thoughts everyone.

I haven't spoken with Master since Wednesday but He has text me. I had text Him and suggested that perhaps He needed to go for a drink "for His mate" after work with Melissa. Just to unwind a little. Everyone needs to do that occasionally and although I wished I could do that with Him, I thought the next best thing was to be very slave-like and suggest He do it with someone else. I know I have written about her and how I "dislike" Melissa and I am so envious she sees Him at work, and I have never met her but I em envious of her and I know it is very un-rosie like to even suggest He go out with her, I just thought it was the right thing to do.

Anyway, He sent me back a beautiful text "knowing you are with me is all I NEED baby I NEED no one else, love you".

It was our 6 year and 11 month anniversary yesterday!

He may call me today, if not I will speak with Him on Saturday.

I have terrible belly pains this morning (that time of the month) and I am going to go and lay down for a little until they subside. S is away tonight so its just D and I and I promised him a trip to the toy section at K-Mart after school and his favorite food for dinner (Tacos).

Yesterday D participated in a walk-a-thon to raise money for the school. It was 30 degrees here yesterday (that's 90 Fahrenheit) I was so proud of Him. In 1 hour he did 9 laps of the course, which was one of the highest and he is only in grade one. I am very proud. He came home from school and fell asleep for 2 hours!

Anyway, off to lay down.

Love You Master.

*Your slave*

s

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Wednesday - the phone call

My Man just called me.

His mate passed away 3 and a half hours ago at 8pm UK time today (His Tuesday 17 November - my Wednesday 18 November).

I am very upset for Him.

I love you baby.

s

Monday, November 16, 2009

Shitty day

Bit of a shit day for one reason or another. That aside I did talk with Master this morning and He had been to see His friend. CK does not believe He would make it through the night. He was reasonably graphic on how His friend looked, which I will not detail here.

On the upside Master said I had cheered Him up a little and I sent Him off to get something for supper (it was close to 11pm when we spoke) with orders to eat, watch His recording of "I'm a Celebrity" and then go back to bed to sleep. His gums are playing up, very sore and inflamed. He gets that when He is stressed, tired and run down.

We will talk within the next couple of days and He will keep me updated.

For now I am going to go to bed after a somewhat yucky day.

Love You baby

s

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Sunday evening

I just spoke briefly with my Master online. He had been sent a text early this morning to say His mate has hours and if He wished to see Him, He should go. Master is not feeling very well and not up to driving and was not going to go, purely for the fact He is very tired and feeling unwell (He has just gotten over a chest infection and has an ulcerated mouth etc). I urged Him to make a decision. Either call His daughter and ask her to take Him, or not go, whatever His decision He needed to "not look back". He called His daughter and His daughter is now rushing home to get her dad to drive Him the couple of hours to the hospital.

We spoke very quickly on the phone and Master will call me in the morning (His night) to give me an update.

I am pleased He is going. Had He not been able to I think He may have regretted it. Despite He is not feeling well, this is a one off occasion, although He was going to go on Monday it may be too late. As long as Master can see Him, speak with, or to Him (He is not conscious) then Master will have some closure. Master admitted that it is now only just sinking in for Him and He did not sleep last night.

I now wish for a very peaceful and serene journey for Doug as He slips from pain and agony and hope that it is as comfortable as it can be. I also hope that my love can walk away and know that He did all He could and treasure the memories and instead of feeling sad, He can transpose that sadness into something positive and realise His mate will now no longer be in pain and suffering.

I love You baby

s

Sunday

I am not really a very good support for my Master.

I am not gentle and loving.

I am more selfish.

I am damned if I do and damned if I dont.

Nothing I say is right.

Everything I dont say is wrong.

*sighs*

Love you Master

s

I Love You Punishment

Week 8

S' ayapo
I Love You
(Greek)

Thursday, November 12, 2009

An okay day but bad news from Master

I started work at 7am, looking after two children a 5 month old and an almost 3 year old. I had them until 4pm, well 4.15 actually as their dad was late.

The day went well apart from it being overcast and a bit chilly so it meant playing outside was not as good as it could have been.

D also had a friend around, they had an early closure day (every second Thursday) from the school, so they were home at 1pm. I had four kids all of a sudden!

Anyway D and his friend and the 3 year old all ate tinned spaghetti for lunch and D & his mate disappeared upstairs while I look after the other two down stairs. The little one was asleep at this stage.

Anyway Master called me about 3am (His time) to say He had made it to London and worked, but had been at the hospital. His mate has been given hours/maybe days to live.

My Man is okay, when I spoke with Him He appeared "ok", but obviously very tired having driven 2 hours to London, worked, then an hour to the hospital, sat with His mate, then an hour home and a 2.45am call to me when He has to get up at 6am.... not really a good mix for today for Him.

His mate is on oxygen, not really conscious they are just making him comfortable. Master will go and see Him again tonight (His night that is) if He is still with us.

I was so saddened, it put a downer on the day, particularly as Master was...well Master was hmmmm....He was okay...but....

Although we have been expecting the inevitable for a long while now, it takes a long time to actually comprehend and sink in (no matter how much you "try" and prepare). I think my Man will be feeling pretty damn shitty today at work. Don't get me wrong, Master is very accepting of death, He has experienced the grief and emotional turmoil it brings on more than one occasion. Nevertheless the memories my Man has of Him and His best mate growing up together, the stories, the laughter, the 40+ years of companionship will certainly dent His composure.

I guess all I can say is that I will be there for my Master, my CK, my love and best friend, my soul mate and lover and I will do whatever I can to ease His unhappiness when the inevitable occurs.

I love you baby, your girl, your soul mate.

s

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I masturbated without His permission

Yesterday I was lustful. Greedy and consumed with thoughts of my Master using my sticky little hole. I thought of all the times He has taken me real time and on the phone. I cannot really think of the "best" sexual experience with Him. Every single one of them has been good. Although I do remember being tied up in Las Vegas and Him spilling the contents of almost half a bottle of Cinnamon Oils between my slit lips, which killed me, but that same night as he went to use my hole he Himself became exposed to the dreaded heat of the Oils and He found Himself in agony with His shaft in the bathroom sink. I think that is called Karma.

Another occasion we were sitting in the Paris Casino, having just been to see the boxing. I was wearing a black and white summer dress with no knickers. I was hot and very sweaty. We sat at the bar on a stool and He ordered us drinks. While we were waiting He slipped His hand up my dress and told me to open my legs. I did so, but I was very conscious of how hot and sweaty I was. I kept them a little closed and He was not able to access my cunt. "Open them and do not ever close your legs to me" He growled at me. I opened them, highly embarrassed. When I think about that now I see how far I have come. I would no longer be embarrassed to do that, even if I were a little sweaty. I am simply not permitted to ever deny Him access to my holes.

That reminds me of the first night, or a couple of nights into our first meeting. I was kneeling between His knees with my knickers around my thighs on the bed sucking His shaft. He told me to get the vibrator. I stopped momentarily and tried to figure out how I was going to get the vibe from the other side of the room with my knickers around my thighs being stretched. i wondered whether to pull them up or just pull them all the way down. I did neither. I very ungraciously stood and kept them around my thighs and wobbled, keeping them up and got the vibe. It felt very undignified. Weeks later and a long time afterwards we talked about that. I did not think He would have been aware of my dilemma, but He was. He told me He had been very impressed that night at the way I handled the situation having just met Him real time. I was so proud of myself.

These days, I would not need to think, it would be automatic. But back then I was in the very first stages of my training. I thought I knew it all then. Now I don't think I am anywhere near where he would ultimately like me to be. Well maybe a little bit near, but I know He wants more from me.

Each day I learn.

Then, here in Australia there was the picnic table in the middle of a moon lit night. I teased Him and joked with Him that He would not be able to "get it up" (we had had a few drinks). We were sitting in a very secluded bushy park, on a stone fence to start with. Kissing. Him standing between my legs. Me teasing Him, but He was denying me through His choice, He was more than able to get an erection. We moved to the picnic table and He told me to sit on it, which I did. He pulled off my underwear and pushed my legs back, widely exposing my cunt and little hole. He teased me with His fingers, pulling and pinching. Asking me if I wanted fucking. Then, He slipped His fingers straight into my bottom.

"You greedy slut, look how your little hole is already open" He said.

He would have fucked my ass that night, but because we were in public He choose to just use my cunt. The next day I awoke with massive bruises down the backs of my thighs and all over my breasts. I loved those bruises.

So anyway, yesterday I was beside myself with lust. Wanting Him and needing Him to use me.

I got my vibrator, pulled off my jeans, sat on my couch and imagined Him looking at me from the other chair. I imagined Him telling me to fuck myself hard. I pushed the vibe in and laid back with my legs open so wide. The sun was streaming in through the widow. I felt very exposed. no one could see me but I felt exposed because I do not usually rub my cunt in the lounge room. I heard Him telling me to open wider, go harder. I drifted into a fantasy and..... I fucked myself and I orgasmed without permission.

I chose to tel Him before we talked on the phone and this is how it went:

me: umm
me: looks at you
Him: what baby?
me: i played with my cunt today
Him: oh did you now
me: looks away
Him: what made you do that
me: i was thinking about you
Him: i should hope so
me: and everything .... and how much I wanted to be of use and...
me: and i got really...
Him: so you played
me: yes Master
Him: hmmmmm
Him: and cum?
me: looks down, yes Master
Him: once?
me: yes only once

me: i am sorry
me: are you still there?

(insert pause)

me: i was thinking perhaps it could be overlooked because of the 2 kilo loss
Him: did you now
Him: so you played thinking it would be ok ?
me: well i was kinda hoping I may be able to sweet talk you with that idea yes Master (my attempt at humour in a very awkward moment)
me: noooo i didn't think it would be okay I just, well I umm....
me: i played because I wanted you
Him: ahhhhh
me: and because i am greedy
me: i guess
me: sighs
Him: you wanna ring me now?

I told Him last night. We didn't get to speak very long. He has not indicated any form of punishment, other than saying "I may be off for a night out with Melissa" (meaning if I chose a red punishment balloon and picked the number that says He will go out for an evening with someone it would more than likely be Melissa) and He laughed when I suggested He could go out with His brother.

At the end of the conversation He did indicate that it probably didn't warrant a red balloon type punishment, but He was undecided.

So now I wait. I am not sure when we will speak, He may call me tomorrow depending on how tired He is.

I love You Master and I do apologise for becoming caught up in the moment and my fantasies

s

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

We had sex last night!

Yep we really did! One great big huge rolling orgasm as He used me over the arm of the sofa. Not before I sucked on His shaft, kneeling in front of Him as He sat on the couch. Not before He stuck three fingers into His wet little greedy fuckhole and and watched my bottom bounce up and down wanting more and then receiving the vibrator, deep and hard inside. My Master loves to watch my cunt stretch with a vibe. My lips cling to the sides of it and drag in and out. He makes me keep my legs wide apart, sometimes telling me to open them further, pushing them apart or kicking them apart sometimes. I am never allowed to close my legs to Him and I do not believe I ever have since I was cropped for doing so real time.

He prefers not to tie my legs when I am like that. He prefers me to have to work at not closing them, as opposed to having no choice. Other times though, with particularly hard training exercises He will tie my legs to the back of the bedhead with velcro, one ankle on either side of my head to the side, spread WIDE apart. On those occasions He usually wishes to tease me relentlessly. Once tied like that it is impossible to shut my legs. On those occasions He uses Cinnamon oils on my clit, He crops my clit, spanks my cunt with spoons, crops my slit with the crop, uses the vibrator hard and roughly, bites, sucks, licks, tugs, slaps, teases me with shaft, uses frozen Polish sausage and fucks me with it, ice cubes, wax sometimes, vegetables and more.

Those times He torments for longer periods of time and I am not always granted orgasm, or fucked. He simply does it because He loves watching my cunt stretch, loves seeing the struggle on my face and thoroughly enjoys looking at my slit and tormenting it for hours.

Mmm I love those training sessions. I cannot wait for the next couple of weeks where hopefully we get our alone time. To be able to present myself on the cam as He wishes with my collar and leash, to be able to spread myself and show Him my greedy hole, to work myself as He watches, at His instruction, for His pleasure and then ultimately transfer to the bedroom... mmmmmm

Mmmm it was so good to be of use again, even though it was pretty touch and go for a moment there (His kids took the dogs for a walk and He was alone for a short period of time) I loved being able to please my Master as he fucked me from behind. I love being used.

Love You Master

s

Oh and I lost 2 kilos this week!

Whats worse Cricket or the Mikado? - research

Master's lovely task He set me for today. I have a mental block about it. I find it very boring, the Mikado that is I think it's possibly worse than cricket.

Synopsis

Mikado (stolen from Wikipedia)
Gentlemen of the Japanese town of Titipu are gathered ("If you want to know who we are"). A wandering musician, Nanki-Poo, enters and introduces himself ("A wand'ring minstrel I"). He inquires about his beloved, the maiden Yum-Yum, a ward of Ko-Ko (formerly a cheap tailor). One of the gentlemen, Pish-Tush, explains that when the Mikado decreed that flirting was a capital crime, the Titipu authorities frustrated the decree by appointing Ko-Ko, a prisoner condemned to death for flirting, to the post of Lord High Executioner ("Our great Mikado, virtuous man"). Ko-Ko was "next" to be decapitated, and the Titipu authorities reasoned that he could "not cut off another's head until he cut his own off", and since Ko-Ko was not likely to try to execute himself, no executions could take place. However, all officials but the haughty Pooh-Bah proved too proud to serve under an ex-tailor, and Pooh-Bah now holds all their posts — and collects all their salaries. Pooh-Bah informs Nanki-Poo that Yum-Yum is scheduled to marry Ko-Ko on that very day ("Young man, despair").

Ko-Ko enters ("Behold the Lord High Executioner"), and asserts himself by reading off a list of people "who would not be missed" if they were executed ("I've got a little list"). Soon, Yum-Yum appears with two of her friends (sometimes referred to as her "sisters"), Peep-Bo and Pitti-Sing ("Comes a train of little ladies", "Three little maids from school"). Ko-Ko encourages a respectful greeting between Pooh-Bah and the young girls, but Pooh-Bah will have none of it ("So please you, sir"). Nanki-Poo arrives on the scene and informs Ko-Ko of his love for Yum-Yum. Ko-Ko sends him away, but Nanki-Poo manages to meet with his beloved and reveals his secret to Yum-Yum — he is the son and heir of the Mikado, but he's travelling in disguise to avoid the amorous advances of Katisha, an elderly lady of his father's court. They lament over what the law forbids them to do ("Were you not to Ko-Ko plighted").

Ko-Ko receives news that the Mikado has decreed that unless an execution is carried out within a month, the town will be reduced to the rank of a village — which would bring "irretrievable ruin". Pooh-Bah and Pish-Tush point to Ko-Ko himself as the obvious choice for beheading, since he was already under sentence of death ("I am so proud"), but Ko-Ko protests that, firstly, it would be "extremely difficult, not to say dangerous", for him to attempt to execute himself, and secondly, it would be suicide, which is a "capital offence". Fortuitously, Ko-Ko discovers that Nanki-Poo, in despair over losing Yum-Yum, is preparing to commit suicide. After ascertaining that nothing would change Nanki-Poo's mind, Ko-Ko makes a bargain with him: Nanki-Poo may marry Yum-Yum for one month if, at the end of that time, he allows himself to be executed. Ko-Ko would then marry the young widow.

Everyone arrives to celebrate Nanki-Poo and Yum-Yum's union ("With aspect stern and gloomy stride"), but the festivities are interrupted by the arrival of Katisha, who has come to claim Nanki-Poo as her husband. However, the townspeople are much more sympathetic to the young couple, and her attempts to reveal Nanki-Poo's secret are drowned out by the shouting of the crowd. Outwitted but not defeated, Katisha makes it clear that she intends to return.

Act II

Ko-Ko's Garden.

Yum-Yum is being prepared by her friends for her wedding ("Braid the raven hair"), after which she is left to muse on her own beauty ("The sun whose rays"). She is joined by Pitti-Sing and Peep-Bo, who remind her of the limited nature of her impending union. Joined by Nanki-Poo and Pish-Tush, they try to keep their spirits up ("Brightly dawns our wedding-day"), but soon Ko-Ko and Pooh-Bah enter to inform them of a twist in the law that states that when a married man is beheaded for flirting (the only crime so punished), his wife must be buried alive ("Here's a how-de-do"). Yum-Yum is unwilling to marry under these circumstances, and so Nanki-Poo challenges Ko-Ko to behead him on the spot. It turns out, however, that Ko-Ko has never executed anyone, not even a Blue bottle, and cannot execute Nanki-Poo, because the ex-tailor is too soft-hearted. Ko-Ko instead sends Nanki-Poo and Yum-Yum away to be wed (by Pooh-Bah, as Archbishop of Titipu), promising to present to the Mikado a false affidavit in evidence of the fictitious execution.

"His teeth, I've enacted,Shall all be extractedBy terrified amateurs."(Cartoon by W. S. Gilbert)
The Mikado and Katisha arrive in Titipu with little notice, but accompanied by a large procession ("A more humane Mikado"). Ko-Ko assumes that he has come to see whether an execution has been carried out. Aided by Pitti-Sing and Pooh-Bah, he gives a graphic description of the supposed execution ("The criminal cried") and hands the Mikado the certificate of death — signed and sworn to by Pooh-Bah as coroner and noting, slyly, that most of the town's important officers (that is, Pooh-Bah) were present at the "ceremony". However, the Mikado has come about an entirely different matter — he is searching for his son. When they hear that the Mikado's son "goes by the name of Nanki-Poo", the three panic, and Ko-Ko says that Nanki-Poo "has gone abroad". Meanwhile, Katisha is reading the death certificate and notes with horror that the person "executed" was Nanki-Poo. The Mikado (though expressing understanding and sympathy) ("See How the Fates") discusses with Katisha the statutory punishment "for compassing the death of the heir apparent" to the Imperial throne — something lingering, "with boiling oil... or melted lead". With the three conspirators facing painful execution, Ko-Ko pleads with Nanki-Poo to return. Nanki-Poo fears that Katisha will order his execution if she finds he is alive, but notes that if Ko-Ko could persuade Katisha to marry him, then Nanki-Poo could safely "come to life again" ("The flowers that bloom in the spring"). Though Katisha is "something appalling", Ko-Ko has no choice: it is marriage to Katisha, or a painful death for all three.
Ko-Ko discovers Katisha mourning her loss ("Alone, and yet alive") and throws himself on her mercy. He begs for her hand in marriage, saying that he has long harboured a passion for her. Katisha initially rebuffs him, but is soon moved by his pleadings ("Tit-willow"). She agrees ("There is beauty in the bellow of the blast") and, once the ceremony is performed (by Pooh-Bah, the Registrar), begs mercy for him and his "accomplices" from the Mikado. Nanki-Poo and Yum-Yum then re-appear, sparking Katisha's fury. The Mikado is astonished that Nanki-Poo is alive, when the account of his execution had been given with such "affecting particulars". Ko-Ko explains that when a royal command for an execution is given, the victim is, legally speaking, as good as dead, "and if he is dead, why not say so?".[21] The Mikado deems that "Nothing could possibly be more satisfactory", and so Titipu celebrates ("For he's gone and married Yum-Yum").

Monday, November 09, 2009

Its all happening, sex, birch twigs, cuffs!

Yeah sex everyday, my Master using me constantly, making my cunt ache, my nipples red and bruised, my bottom streaked. Pulling down my knickers roughly and ordering me to rub my cunt while He watches, cuffing me to the bars above my head and making me dance with the birch twig for His amusement, pushing me down on my knees to suck His shaft and then slapping it around my face....Yesssssss.....Noooooooo.....

That's not happening unfortunately (sigh)

But other stuff is.

Other stuff I will write about tomorrow, perhaps. Its not that exciting, I am just looking after some children in my own home....yes...I am probably nuts. I have also joined Jenny Craig (Aussies will know her and the weight loss program) I have been eating their meals for a week and its all really good food. I have my weigh in tomorrow.

I spoke with my adorable sexy Master last night, that was excellent, it seems like ages since we talked. Very soon we will have two nights alone time in a row (pleaseee I don't want to jinx this) Master is planning a session, one starting with me on the webcam with my collar and leash and ending...where ever He chooses.

He loved my task. I was pretty pleased with it also so that was great.

Umm what else.... It was 26 October since I was last of use to my Master, which is very hard for us both.

That's about it. I am talking with Him again tonight (yay) and will write more tomorrow, I only need to weigh in at Jenny Craig tomorrow and clean the house and the rest of the day is mine to focus on Him.

Smiles

Love You Master

Sunday, November 08, 2009

I Love You Punishment

I love you punishment week 6
Wo ie ni
Chinese

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Wednesday night

Master called me, it was about 3am for Him (my poor Man) we spoke for 25 minutes before He had to go back to sleep, it was SO good to talk with Him, but now we wont speak properly until Sunday. I have things to do tomorrow morning and parent help on Friday morning so He cant call me then (pouts). Its been a rough couple of weeks talking wise, but I think things will be on the up soon. His son is moving to London which means that Master will have a lot more alone time.

Yay!

I will write more tomorrow, for now I need to rest my aching back.

Love You Master

s

Wednesday

I got a text from Master this morning to say He was in London and would call later if I was home. I text back right away to say that I would be home (of course - being we have only spoken once in 8 days) but He has not called yet and its almost 2am actually its past 2am UK time. I guess my Master must have fallen asleep. He said in a text yesterday He was not feeling too well and I really cant blame Him for falling asleep. He waits up to call me past midnight. When He is in London He stays with His father, so He does tend to wait until His dad is in bed before calling me, just for privacy's sake, although obviously I am known about.

Anyway this morning I cleaned downstairs, and vacuumed, washed the floors etc. My back is killing me today for some reason. I think it may have been from sitting here at my desk yesterday typing Master's task. I am not really used to sitting in front of this computer for long periods of time, I am more used to my old office computer, so perhaps in some way I have strained it a little.

Its sore though.

Anyway it hurts to sit here, not much more to say anyway. No sex in 9 days, no orgasms, no shaft sucking ball slapping against bottom, no nothing in that area. Sorry I am so boring at the moment!

Love You Master

s

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Tuesday again finished task

Yay, its finished! I hope my Man likes it.



We were not able to speak last night, which was a bummer. We haven't been able to talk much lately for one reason or another and when we did talk on Sunday I played up. You see once again I wanted it MY way. I don't think I will ever get over that hurdle, the "MY way hurdle". I go through periods of being oh so good, so slavey, so submissive and then WHAMMO I turn into a crazy, dominating, irrational, illogical, child. Wanting, demanding, foot stamping. I wanted to throw the phone the other night. I had a real urge. Had He been with me I am sure I would have walked away and slammed a door, hit him, kicked him. He frustrates me SO much sometimes. It frustrates me more when He is so calm, when He just out rightly refuses to argue with me. Never raises His voice. I try to make Him raise His voice, because then I have an excuse to keep going, but He rarely does. He is SO logical and SO rational and I ALWAYS think about what He has said "the next day" like He always tells me I will and He is always right.

****

Anyway I am feeling more focused, I had a wonderful day writing, but now I have just received a text from Him and it doesn't look like we will speak tonight either.

Sighs, now I feel a bit despondent so I am finishing this post here.

I love Him and miss Him.

Love You Master


s

eu te amo

Better late than never (week 5):

eu te amo
(I love You Master)
Brazilian Portuguese

Monday, November 02, 2009

Bad slave...submissive?....Um...girl

Oppps will write more about this (bad slave) later, but firstly I have to change an entry I made on 19 October. I said it was Masters and my anniversary I stated "7 years 10 months" its actually "6 years 10 months". Sorry if I misled anyone. It was unintentional.

****

Master and I spoke last night for the first time properly in 6 days. He was alone but I was unaware of that initially. I rabbited on about what I had been doing and He listened. I then asked if his son was about and He told me He was at work.

I asked for sex.

He said "No, you are not in a very submissive frame of mind".

I argued that point with Him.

He knows I have been studying, He said He was not being nasty (I disagreed) that He was aware I had had other things on my mind, that all He was saying was that I was not focused enough for sex. I ranted. He asked me about my weekly "I love You" punishment post. I admitted I had forgotten it. He asked me about my task (due in today) I asked for an extension (first time ever). He mentioned I did not lose weight this week. I ranted more. Everything He said I took the wrong way. I demanded shaft, sex, I went down and sucked Him, He pulled me up and denied me.

We talked and I went on for about 2 hours and then He told me I had to get some sleep.

I deliberately tried to make Him mad so I would then have an excuse to say "poor me". It didn't work.

Anyway, I will write more later, for now I have to go out to an appointment. I am not sure we will speak tonight or not, He is not sure whether we will be able to as He may have people at home with Him.

I did text today after my exam (for childcare) and apologised. We didn't fight or anything, I was just bratty. At one stage He said "Go and get some sleep and tomorrow you will realise I am not being mean rose". He was right. ~sigh~ He usually is.

Got to run, will be back later.

Love You Master

s

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Thursday and task

Another big day for me.

I have not mentioned the task Master set. I am to write a story with the following topics included: An Oscar Wilde play, a bottle of port and a collar and leash.

I have been thinking about it as I have done my day to day stuff. Its coming together in my head. Its always like that for me. I take 3 or 4 days to "think", "contemplate" and work it in my head and then it spills out on paper.

When I speak with Master after He has set particular writing tasks He always asks me if I have started and He gets all huffy and puffy when I tell Him I have not. He starts telling me it will not be completed on time etc. But for me, writing starts in my head first and then goes to paper. I cannot just sit with nothing inside and write. It takes me at least a few days to "start it" inside and then it comes together. I have never not completed a writing task on time yet.

I called Him this evening (His morning) to find out how He was and how His mate is doing. His mate is much the same, still int he hospice and not great. Master says that He Himself is okay, He was off to work. He will visit His mate again His night. I told Master to eat properly and make sure He gets sleep as He hasn't been well either int he last couple of weeks and I don't want Him run down and sick again. Stress can do that to you, but CK doesn't need not to eat or sleep properly. Anyway it was love to snatch a couple of minutes talk time with Him on His way to work. he has not been able to call as I have been doing my childcare thing and not around for Him to call. We have missed each other.

Anyway its only a couple of days until Saturday when we talk again.

I am shattered. I have been in the fresh air most of the day, playing with children on swings and in play areas, inside wiping bottoms and writing up various tasks, answering questions related to particular standards and guidelines and generally behaving VERY properly!

Ugh...the energy of it all!

Actually I am loving being tired from being physical as opposed to being tired from sitting in front of a shit computer screen for 8 hours a day...outside tiredness and physical tiredness is much, much better than boring old shit computer screen typing tiredness! I ache though, my legs are wobbly and my back aches and my arms ache and....I have muscles!

Love You sexy Master

s

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Wednesday and children

I am pretty tired. I have been doing stuff outside my comfort zone this week. Childcare. Very rewarding actually, totally different from office work, theory mixed with practical stuff and I am aching. Picking up babies, bending stretching, being aware of the environment, combined with theory stuff.

Its good, challenging and as I said way out of my comfort "zone", but so much more fun than office work.

I got a text from my Man today. He had been to see his mate at the hospice and He just text and said "he wasn't good".

Perhaps I went a little overboard in yesterday's post. Maybe I was a little dramatic, but, that's me. I am quite an emotional and very caring, sincere and soft person. I feel for people.

I am going to bed. I really feel tired. Too much fresh air, I have been outside with kids and inside with kids trying to absorb so much, my first day on Tuesday I was fuzzy all over when I finished, tingling, tired. But not tired from office work, more tired from the enthusiasm and smiley faces and very rewarded, but gawd...my body aches!

Master says I am very, very flexible (which I am) I can open my legs wider than Pine Gap, I can be strung backwards and forwards and be comfortable, but oh my back and my arms! Grins... its whole new work out for me!

Love You Master

s

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

My Man

My Man.

My Man is just perfect.

We talked last night online and on the phone. He was alone. I was a little nervous about the course I had to go to today. Anyway, that aside, we had a good chat. I felt close to Him last night. His best mate is being transported to a hospice for the second time. I don't think the outcome will be good this time around. Although each time he goes down we always discuss the inevitable, this time Master really is concerned about his lack of will. The fact he feels so sick, the cancer has spread to his bones, he has fallen more than twice, he is not coping. Master says this time he will not come home from the hospice.

It scares the hell out of me. I am so scared of that disease. I am scared of what I know is to come. That is what scares me. Not death, not the relaxing letting go, the agony beforehand, the subconscious delirium, the dreams, the nightmares, the good thoughts, the bad thoughts, the "sights", the "visions", the breathing, or lack of.

Not everyone is the same I suppose, but my only experience with cancer was with my Father and he was like that. The end was a relief, the 3 -4 days before hand were totally utterly soul destroying. That is what frightens me.

What frustrates me is that my Man, my perfect love, my soul mate has to go through that without me. Without me when I know how He feels, without me when I know when to offer Him comfort and when not to, without me when I could be there with Him and just squeeze His hand. He loves His mate. His best friend for over 40 years.

Master is okay. I asked Him if He was okay. He is okay, but He is not okay. He does not need me to be upset, nor dwell on the subject. He does not need me to offer advice, nor anything really, but I bet He could do with a squeeze of my hand when He visits Him today at the hospice. Just a squeeze, nothing more, maybe a little glance into His eyes and a squeeze of His hand. No conversation, just me. He could do with that.

Smiles a bit.

I cried last night and felt like such a snivelling child. I cried for Master's mate but I really just cried for Master. He changed the subject, several attempts to get me to stop. He doesn't want me crying. Its not for me to cry. Definitely not for me to cry in front of my Man. Particularly when I do not know His mate, it is not my place to cry, I don't know Him at all, but I do know of almost 7 years of story telling and I do know of 40 years of friendship and I do know how much He means to CK, that's why I cried.

I love You baby...SO much, so so so SO much and I am here and I promise I will try not to cry, but if I do and you bury your head in my shoulder and squeeze your eyes shut and let me hold you and I cuddle you and tears drip into the crook of my neck, lets just pretend they are mine.....

Love You

s

Monday, October 26, 2009

Punishment Reprieve

Master met me online last night and we went straight onto MSN and chatted.

"Should I call now Master?" I asked.

"Don't you think you ought to pick a red balloon first rose?" He replied.

"Oh, must we Master?" I asked.

"Well don't you think you deserve it?" He said.

"They are harsh punishments Master?"

"Well are punishments not meant to be harsh?"

"Yes Master"

"Ok time to get your balloon"

I got the balloons out of my filing cabinet and held out the 4 red ones.

"Which one Master".

He made me wait. And wait.

"Well I have decided on this occasion you may choose a task one, but it will be your last time of getting away with anything".

OH MY GOSH!

I beamed.

"Thank You, Thank You, Thank You"

He picked a task balloon for me. It was No. 2 "Write a detailed story on request".

I will get the topic tonight.

I have such a WONDERFUL Master.

He then made me show Him my nipples and tell Him what a slut I am

"Go clean your teeth and go to bed while I decided if I should tease you or fuck you"

I went to bed and He used me twice, very hard. He made me squat over His face while He ate my cunt roughly, pushed His tongue in and out of my juicy hole, He bit on my clit to make me stop moving and tugged on it hard, really hard, making me pinch my nipples, twist and turn them. Then He would release it and tell me to fuck His face as I gripped the back of the bed. As I rose over Him and squatted further down onto Him I opened.

"Ah that's it, your cunt is opening, I can see it open over my face, creaming for its Master, you fucking dirty slut, work yourself over your Master's face"

He bit on my clit again, making me yelp and stop in mid fuck, tugging on it, bruising it with His teeth, before letting it go and allowing me to rub it against His nose while His tongue darted in and out of my hole.

He allowed me to orgasm on His face and I covered Him with my juice. Ordering me off Him I crawled down and kissed Him, licking His cheeks, sucking on His tongue, cleaning His face.

"Can you taste your cunt"

"Yes Master"

"Get on your knees and push your chin into the bed, spread your legs wide and tell me how much you want shaft in your fuckhole."

He told me what a slut I was, made me tell Him. He spat the words out and used me on all fours.

"Harder rose, tell me what a dirty slut you are, tell me what a greedy fuckhole you have"

I told Him.

"And why are you so greedy?"

"Because I want my hole filled and stretched all the time Master, I want to be fucked ALL the time"

"YOU SLUTTTTTTTT" He spat quite loudly as He used me hard and I grunted into the mattress. He meant it. He said it and meant it.

He fucked me, pushed His shaft deep into my greedy cunt and pulled my head back, making me fuck back onto Him whilst I was on all fours. I felt Him lost in His usage of me, I became a commodity, a slut for use. My cunt open and sucking in His shaft, his balls slapping against me. Had we been together real time physically last night He would have marked me, bruised me, all He wanted was to fuck, He wanted rough, my bottom raised to Him and my cunt open I was no longer rose, I was a dirty slut and He was merely making use of me.

He fucked me for quite some time, until He released Himself inside of me and almost spat again,

"You are a good fuck"

****

When He says things like "You are a good fuck" my belly lurches. I feel good because I have been of use, but also a little degraded (in a good way if that makes sense) it reinforces His ownership, His control. It reinforces that at that particular moment in time that is all I am. I am solely a "good fuck", emotions have been divorced and He is taking what is rightly His to take. I love that, but in the other sense if someone in a vanilla relationship said that to me I would more than likely turn around and slap them. So sometimes I struggle inside with the words. Similarly when He spits out "You SLUTTTT" I know He means them, at that point in time I am a slut, His slut and He will fuck and use and twist and pull and bruise and take all He wants from me. There is a difference between saying "oh what a good little slut" as opposed to "YOU SLUTTT"

When He says it like that its like calling me a "cunt" or a "whore" (which He would never say) but "YOU SLUTTT" said in that manner is as close to Him calling me "cunt" or "whore" as He will ever get. He may possibly call me a "cunt" one day and it will shock the hell out of me (it would make me feel the same as above only 1000 times over - but humiliated and degraded). If He were to call me a whore I would be gutted. I know He would never say it lightly, I doubt He would even call me that in punishment.

I know there are many subs out there referred to as "cunt" or "whore" and that has no impact on me, they are just two words Master chooses not to use on me. I have written about this before.

****

On the phone we have imagination, I cannot wait for February when we have that explosive "I am going to use you hard you dirty fucker" type sex. Where He does take all that is His to take and where I collapse after use and cry in His arms because I love being owned by Him.

I almost cried last night. I was very quiet afterwards, I felt tears spring into my eyes, I pulled the cover over my head as I continued to speak with Him on the phone, I wanted to savour the moment, but there is only so much savouring that can be done on a telephone call. Possibly only minutes before someone speaks and the moment is past. Smiles

I have rambled enough.

I am a very, very lucky slave.

I love You Master, thank You.

s

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Please Master?

She was a lil slave girl named rosie
She was a fat lil sugar plum slave
She fought with her eating, and tried to behave
She weighed herself every week
She knew she had to, or she would look like a freak

She forgot to do it one week
She forgot to do it one day
She told her beloved Master CK
She will do it Sat
She said, I am FAT!

She forgot to do it that day
She spoke with Him that night
She heard His anoyance, it gave her a fright
She knew she was bad
She knew He was mad

She awaits her fate
She wishes she didn’t forget
She has no excuse and loads of regret
She hopes she can please Him
She would do anything to appease Him

She wishes she were not to be punished
She looks down at her feet
She feels her face heat
She whispers, please Master
She says, please…

s

Ja Cie Kocham - Polish

Ja Cie Kocham (Pronounced Yacha kocham)

This is week 4 of my "I love You Punishment".

I just looked back on my posts and I now realise I missed last week when my mother was here.

Master has not mentioned it, I guess He didn't realise either. His birthday week, then my mother being here and her birthday, then resigning from work was pretty hectic.

My apologies Master for missing it last weekend. I am terribly sorry. I didn't forget this weekend. Please forgive me.

Your slave

s

Saturday afternoon

Hmmmm No. 2 and No. 4 are going to fuck with my head. Completely. Even though number 4 is a night with "whoever He chooses" its going to fuck me up. He could go out with His brother?, Daughter, Son... or He could go out with Melissa little miss "I love a good thrashing" Melissa... Grrr (I don't like her, don't know her, don't like her, hate when He teases me about her, hate when He mentions what she has been wearing during the day, hate the fact she works with Him and gets to see Him all day every day He works, dislike her immensely).



He could go out with Ex slave K, but she is in Chicago and He is in England. So No. 4 will mess me up and fuck my head and I will hate it.



No. 2 will fuck me up also. 8 days of no contact means no emails, no texts, no phone, nothing zilch, nada, for EIGHT days. That may not sound long, but just think, the ONLY way we communicate is via all of the above and we only talk properly on the days He is home (Sat, Sun, Mon, Tues). That would mean 8 days:



Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, so basically the rest of our time this week and then we would only speak once next week on Tuesday 3 November until the following Saturday, 7 November, basically that would mean one conversation (Tuesday 3 November) from now until 7 November, so that's actually THIRTEEN DAYS.



SIGH

No. 1, 5 days, 10 crops, that's FIFTY crops on my bottom over 5 days and a photo. He wants the photo to see if I have done it hard enough. If He is not happy with the result I imagine He would have me do it again. Do you know how hard it is to use the crop on yourself? How bloody hard it is? You hold your breath, grit your teeth, count in your head... okokokok here I go, here I go, here I go..... FUCCCCKKkkkk ouch..... that's how it goes and then you want to do them really fast to get them over with and you know you cant do them really fast because fast does not equal HARD. So then you have to grit your teeth all over again and do it again and it fucking stings. Its like waxing your own upper lip and trying to rip the wax off only worse.

No. 5 Sigh. Well I guess number 5 is the better of all of them. At least I still get to talk with Him, text Him, call Him, email etc. He will use me, He just wont let me cum. I am not quite sure how it works, whether it will be 14 days of Him using me (when the chance arises which could take quite some time) or whether He will just start 14 days from Monday and that will mean I am denied within that time frame if He does decide to use me, or whether I am to fuck myself for 14 days straight and not cum. I am not sure and He would not tell me last night. He said I would find out if I picked that balloon. He was most irritable when I asked Him last night.

Basically He was annoyed with me about everything.

Anyway I am off to put a roast on for dinner and have a bath and shave His property. He is alone tonight and He may wish to make use of me so I best be prepared in case He wants to see my cunt on the cam or torment it. Not that I am alone, but I can still show Him if He wishes to see it.

Love You Master

Wish me luck everyone!

s

Big trouble

I spoke with Master last night, well firstly its been a busy week for me.

On Friday I forgot to weigh myself and I was going to do it yesterday morning. But I forgot again. I got up early and went to the market and I completely forgot. It wasn't until I spoke with Master at about 5pm yesterday afternoon that I remembered again.

Anyway we then spoke at about 8pm and I am in big trouble. Pick a balloon trouble. He was annoyed with me. We spoke for about an hour and a half, which was really nice as it seems like I have not spoken with Him for ages, but because of my forgetfulness tonight when we speak I have to pick a red punishment balloon. There is a list on the right side of my blog which outlines the punishments inside the balloons.

None of them are good.

We hung up the phone and I felt really bad, there is no excuse. He said I only have to do one thing every week, it takes me all of 10 seconds to do it. He is right, I have no excuse for it other than I forgot.

Now I am up very early, its only 6am and I have to wait until 9pm before I get to know my fate.

I have weighed myself this morning and I have lost 800 grams.

I am sorry Master.

I love You

s

Friday, October 23, 2009

Is it Friday already?

The week has flown. I resigned on Monday and finished up on Wednesday. My decision to resign was spur of the moment, although I have been thinking about it for some time. Nothing really triggered it, it just happened. I have not been happy there for a long while.

We went out for lunch (no alcohol) and were back to work within the hour. I got some lovely gifts though.

Thursday D was home from school, it was a public holiday here and show day. The show was the same as usual, lots of money, show bags and nothing really interesting for adults.

Today I have been investigating future career paths/courses etc. I did a load of first aid courses about 4 or 5 months ago so I am looking at aged care/child care/family day care options, but I do not have time to write about them right now as Friday night is supposed to be "movie" night for D and he is waiting for me.

I will write more tomorrow, for now I have to go and watch a kids movie. Considering I speak with Master on Sat, Sun, Mon and Tues, Friday nights is a good night to spend with D where he doesn't have to go to bed so early and I am available to do "his thing".

Coorrr... this week has flown.

Oh the weigh in. I forgot to weigh myself this morning as I was out the door with D and off on my investigation trek. I text Master and told Him I would weigh in first thing tomorrow, if it was okay. I have not heard from Him so I am assuming that is alright.

Love You Master

s

Monday, October 19, 2009

Monday - Anniversary

Master's hard drive has packed it in. He has lost everything. All my pictures and photos, everything.

I resigned from my work today.

Master has gone to buy a new computer.

I wanted to talk with Him about things. He didnt know I was resigning and neither did I until 4.30pm this afternoon. But what is done is done. It will all work out.

Love You Master

7 years 10 months.

s