Yes, Sir.

Getting ready for chores:

Yep, that’s my collar tied to the refrigerator door. Yay. Fun times.

“Get over here,”  he growled.

“Hold on, please,” she said, smiling to herself.

“Now.”

She knew then he wasn’t playing. “Ok.” She stood up and walked over to him at the desk, looking over his shoulder.

He moved the chair back a bit, enough for her to crawl in his lap. She started to, and he stopped her. “No,” he said, pointing to the ground.

She crawled under the desk and crossed her legs. He grabbed her hands and clipped them onto the chains that were already in place and then he clipped a chain to her collar then pulled it up through the hook over her head and sat the chain in his lap.

She couldn’t move like this, and he loved it. He smiled at her and put one foot on each side of her, moving the chair up. She wimpered a bit, hating this spot, feeling a bit used, but getting wetter by the minute. He smiled down at her again and said, “Open.”

That was not a suggestion, a question or a plea. It was a command. He grabbed his cock as he slid the chair closer to her face. “Open.” he said once more.

She obeyed, and he slid the chair right up to her face, pushing his cock down her throat until she gagged.

She tried to pull up a bit, but he grabbed the chain from his lap and pulled it, forcing her face forward. She gagged until tears streamed down her face, fearing she would throw up, when he slid the chair back a tiny bit, allowing her to breath. He groaned.

She did too.

He slid forward again, pushing up against the back of her throat. “This, my pet,” he purred, “is to get rid of that pesky gag reflex that you know I hate.”

She moaned and he took the opportunity to push down her throat more. He stayed in that one spot while clicking away at the computer. When she finally stopped gagging, he pushed in more. Her eyes rolled from the pain in her throat and the constriction of breathing, but she kept her mouth wide open.

He sighed and slid back a bit, allowing her to breathe. She heard moans coming from the speakers of the computer and knew he was looking at porn.

She swirled her tongue around his cock and tried to pull back. He laughed.

“Don’t try that, pet,” he said, “or I’ll pull you down so you gag again.”

She wimpered again and he patted her head. “Good girl,” he said when she settled back down on his cock with her mouth.

She tried to use her tongue, but really couldn’t.

“Don’t worry about using your tongue, sweety,” he said, “this is just for you to get used to me cumming in your mouth and to work on your gag reflexes. Just relax.”

She strained against the bonds that held her when he talked about cumming in her mouth. Not that she hated the taste, but it was still something she was getting used to. He’d already came in her mouth twice today, did he have to again?

He chuckled and pulled the chain on her collar again until she gagged.

He didn’t let go for a few minutes, until the gagging subsided.

She hated feeling this used. There wasn’t a vibrator near her, no dildo in her, nothing but his cock in her mouth to make her feel horny. She moved up and down on his cock as he moaned while watching the porno.

She could hear a woman’s muffled crying and some smacks. She wanted to watch too, but knew that she was serving him and that would be her only job right now.

She settled down inside a bit as he started to pump in and out. He scooted towards the edge of the chair, practically in her face, and he started to fuck her open mouth. He moved in deep, as deep as he could go and then pulled out to the tip. She tried to keep her mouth all the way opened and her teeth back, so she wouldn’t scratch him.

He grunted a bit and started pounding her face harder. Almost painfully.

She started to whine. “Shut up,” he commanded. “You know you like this, you little whore.”

She felt him get harder and knew he’d be cumming soon. He grabbed the chain attached to her collar and pulled it towards him hard as he pumped into her face, causing him to go down her throat. She gagged, sending him over the edge.

His cum filled her mouth quickly, and she tried to swallow around his cock. He continued pumping in out of her mouth, panting.

She gagged again and swallowed, he patter her head and scooted back on the chair a bit, pulling the chain on her collar with him.

“You sit the for a while, pet.” he said, “I like you sitting there.”

She whined and tried to pull back, but he pushed her head down and pulled the chain at the same time, then clipped it to the chair, she couldn’t move her head at all.

 

He chuckled.

 

“I’ll be hard again soon, sweety. We wouldn’t want to spoil an opportunity to repress that gag reflex, now would we, my pet?”

Tears filled her eyes. Her back and throat were aching and she just wanted to stretch out.

“Shhhh..” he said, patting her head. “You’ve been such a good girl, don’t spoil it.”

 

She nodded a bit and he began clicking away at the computer again.

meticulous

Master planned out my schedule for while He’s gone.

W/we’ve just moved into a new place and we’re still unpacked and the house is still uncleaned (and by “we” -i really mean it’s all my fault).

This is what He wrote (2 pages worth of instructions): (instructions in blue, my thoughts in purple)

Punishment for the other night:

In bed by midnight 12/19, 12/20.  This kills me. i’m a night owl by nature.

No Pepsi at all.

Internet only from 7 am- 10 am then noon- 3 pm. (Starting 12/20)

No masturbating of any kind.

500 word essay on submission and what it means.

2 page essay on why and how you are Mine, and what you want. (the other night i told Him that i had little faith in Him actually stepping up, and that i didn’t know if that would make me less His.)

Workout Schedule:

20 jumping jacks a day @ 10 am. Tape it.
10 situps.
10 pushups.
1 workout video.

Housecleaning Schedule:

12/19-12/20:

*Do all the laundry in the house by 3 pm on 12/20. No exceptions.
*Clean Master bedroom between the hours of 10 pm and midnight on 12/19, take pictures before/after/during, only wear nightie and high heels.
*Clean bathrooms, scrub walls, repaint if needed by noon on 12/20. Pictures before and after.
*Clean Kitchen on 12/20 between 9 pm and midnight. Wear only your apron and high heels. Take pictures. Wear your leash and collar, tying the leash to different things while you clean.
*Vaccuum living room by noon 12/20.

12/20-12/22
*Clean Kid’s playroom, scrub walls. repaint if needed.
*Re-organize the shelf by the front door, make a box for mail and newspapers.
*Start on the punishment boxes. 10 really harsh punishments, 10 not-so-harsh.
*Clean the sheets and make the bed, again. (The “again” because I’ll have to wash our sheets and blankets twice.)
*EVERYTHING MUST BE DONE ON 12/22 BY NOON. TAKE PICTURES OF EVERYTHING @ THAT TIME. (My camera, like i said in the last post, has a timestamp feature where if i take a picture it automatically stamps it w/date and time. He won’t see these pictures until He gets home, but it keeps me honest.)

12/22-12/24
*make cookies
*make sure the house is completely cleaned and have things ready for Christmas dinner.
*make a priority list of things we need for the house (shower head, paint, etc.)

Merry Christmas, pet.

I know this seems extreme and kind of … micromanaged. But, the thing is, if i don’t have meticulous directions and time limits (taking the pictures really helps keep me on time) then i won’t do it. Not because i don’t fear the punishments that will come if it’s not done, but somehow my days slip away from me and i just forget to do something.

so for me and my Master, this works.

Unattended

i haven’t been very good at posting on here. oops.

we’ve moved twice since i last wrote, so i’ve been kind of busy, plus Master decided that we shouldn’t live this lifestyle, and then that we should and then that we shouldn’t…so i really had nothing to write about.

i finally told Him that i couldn’t help but be submissive and that if He wanted to use that to his advantage, He could. i can’t help but want to kneel at His feet and ask His permission for everything.

to say we’ve jumped back in full force would be wrong, because we’re easing into everything. His new job requires him to travel for 6 days and only be home for 3, so we have to do some long distance type things, which mostly require me videotaping and taking lots of pictures.

because my camera has time stamp, and i have certain times where chores have to be done.

i’m also starting college next month, so we’re having to work around that a bit. my kids will be at their grandparents this summer, though, so we have the whole summer to “play”.

 

He’s been off of work for the last 3 days, and my cunt has gotten a well deserved workout. and so has my mouth. this morning, He decided that He wanted to look at some toys on the ‘net. So, i was ordered under the desk, to service Him while He looked.

 

We have a small desk, and i’m not short, so once i got my mouth around His cock, i couldn’t pull back, my head was up against the bottom of the desk.

He enjoyed that and part of my chores this week is to put a couple of boxes or books under the legs of the desk to make it a bit taller (for comfort).

 

like i said, we’re easing back into it, so i’ll be posting again. 🙂

Daily Chores

I’ve fallen behind in the last 2 weeks on my daily chores. I blam hormones, Master blames laziness. Either way, the chores haven’t been getting done, I haven’t been working out and things have just been in a funk.

Last night, Master decided he’d had enough, he put on his dominant attitude and told me that if I don’t do a certain number of chores per day, I’ll get a punishment. The type of punishment depends on what I forgot or just didn’t do and I won’t know in advance.

So, every morning, I am to write a list when Master gets up.I am to let him see it and see how he feels about it, add things or take away things from it, etc. Then- I have until he gets home everyday to do those things. He gets home at different times everyday, so it’s a bit more of a challenge.

The only punishment I *know* is that for the first missed chore I get 5 licks. Other than that, I’m not sure.

…..

 

We’ll see how long it takes for him to grow bored with this…

 

🙂

trying my hand at this writing thing.

“What did you just call me?” he asked, his jaw clenching. He sat down the newspaper and gave her a piercing stare.

She jumped up from the breakfast table and smiled brightly. “Nothing, sir. I just muttered. I’m sorry.”

He grabbed her arm as she went for the dishes. “You liar,” he said, “What did you call me?”

“I…I just….I didn’t mean it,” she laughed nervously, “I was just kidding.”

“You don’t joke like that, you don’t ever call me an ‘asshole’,” he said, “you’ll be punished long and hard for that. Do the dishes.” He let go of her arm.

She shook a little bit, cursing herself. Great job, Marissa, she thought, now you’re going to get punished. Again.

She looked at the sink full of dishes and wished she’d never chosen this lifestyle. It hurt, times like this, to think that she could’ve been “normal”, she’d finished college with high honors, she’d taken a writing job for a prestigious newspaper, and she’d wanted to get married and settle down. But, then, she met him. Ryan, her love. She fell hard and fast, and new quickly that something was missing. She wanted something more than just a relationship with normal sex. She giggled. “Vanilla” Ryan called it.

She’d been searching online for something when she came across a website Ryan had opened. Bondage- it intrigued her, she saw the images of the women, tied up, red from beatings, and she new she wanted that. That. Whatever that was. Ryan had walked in to the office and caught her looking at the images and touching herself. He whispered in her ear, “We could live like that.” She was hooked.

And now, standing in front of the sink, cleaning the dishes and dripping wet with the thought of punishment later, she was wondering why she chose this. She did choose it. Ryan had never pushed her. If anything, she pushed him.

“Are you done with the dishes yet, or do I need to get a new slave?” Ryan teased from the hallway.

“I’m sorry, hon. Be done in 2 seconds.” she said, trying to hurry up.

“Take your time, by all means,” he said, “there is no rush.”

She knew he was being sarcastic. She rushed even more.

She finally finished and went into the bedroom. Ryan was there, with handcuffs ready. She started to pant. She knew it would be bad this time.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her onto the bed, on her stomach. He grabbed her hands and put them behind her back, putting the handcuffs on. “This isn’t your punishment, yet.”

falling away

we really haven’t done much on the bdsm scene, before we made the trip, we did.

i don’t know exactly why, but i like the thought of being tied up, gagged and teased more so than i actually like it when it happens. we still have all of our toys, but right now we have no time.

*******

 

Crazy.

Things have been a little crazy lately. I haven’t really been able to get on here to post, with unpacking and stuff.

Promise I’ll try to update soon.

…..

misty

OhMyGod

I get to see Him tomorrow. TOMORROW- we’ll be riding home together, alone. The kids will be with His parents. I get to be with Him, and see Him and not worry about the kids in the backseat, and ohmyGod, I’m going to get punished, because ….well, i just am. because i’m an idiot, really, but.

 

…………..

and, we’ll be making the big move so don’t give up on me! i should be back in a week *maybe 2*!

Dammit

“don’t tease me, please, Master.”

“Yeah, right. touch yourself and shutup.”

………

great. now? i’m wound up and have been given a bed time.

……..

i’ll see him saturday, though, maybe then i’ll get some release.

..after my 35.5 licks i’m due to recieve.

…and some more torture, i’m sure.

why did i agree to do this again?