Appeasing the man.
I was a very naughty girl yesterday. I'm horrible to flirt with underage boys so forwardly, especially those I have no intention on ever sleeping with. I shouldn't use my sexuality for evil, only for good.
We fought about that last night. Seems we've been fighting about a lot lately, mainly silly things based on miscommunication. I'm busy and tired, he's feeling less than perfect and tired. That generally doesn't make for a wonderful partnership based on love and conversation.
So, to attempt to make up for my bad behavior (that I so brazenly wrote about yesterday), I donned my collar this morning.
Just this little piece of jewelry always makes me feel better. We picked it up at a gay porn store in Chicago's Boy's Town when we still lived together a year or two ago, along with some other implements of torture that I'm sure will be introduced sooner rather than later. I was trying a lot harder at being submissive those days, something that seems to come rather naturally with increasing frequency these days. The feeling of the leather at the nape of my neck keeps me in check, the tightness of the collar around my windpipe makes me grateful for the support and control I have in my life.
I went over to his apartment on my break from work, bearing the weight of a heavy conscience. I felt guilty about being such a whore, I felt badly about flirting with someone just for fun. That isn't how someone in love behaves, that's not how a good submissive would act. We talked for a bit, then he starting to spank me through my jeans. This progressed to my pants being tugged around my ankles and being spanked open palmed until my ass was welted and screaming. He fucked me, pulling me to him as a bear would, rutting me entirely for his pleasure. I asked him not to let me come, I felt that that was a fitting punishment for my bad behavior.
He grabbed my hair and forced me onto my knees, shoving his cock into my mouth. I asked him not to, complained of the canker sores on the inside of my lip, and he looked at me with fire in his eyes. "Oh, I had forgotten," he said. Then he rammed his cock back into my throat as he pressed me against the wall so I couldn't escape.
The break ended with another spanking, this time sharper and more rough. Afterwards he bunny-marched me into the bathroom, forcing me to look at my raw and welted ass in the mirror. Over all, it was a nice break. Although I would have preferred to come.
We fought about that last night. Seems we've been fighting about a lot lately, mainly silly things based on miscommunication. I'm busy and tired, he's feeling less than perfect and tired. That generally doesn't make for a wonderful partnership based on love and conversation.
So, to attempt to make up for my bad behavior (that I so brazenly wrote about yesterday), I donned my collar this morning.
Just this little piece of jewelry always makes me feel better. We picked it up at a gay porn store in Chicago's Boy's Town when we still lived together a year or two ago, along with some other implements of torture that I'm sure will be introduced sooner rather than later. I was trying a lot harder at being submissive those days, something that seems to come rather naturally with increasing frequency these days. The feeling of the leather at the nape of my neck keeps me in check, the tightness of the collar around my windpipe makes me grateful for the support and control I have in my life.
I went over to his apartment on my break from work, bearing the weight of a heavy conscience. I felt guilty about being such a whore, I felt badly about flirting with someone just for fun. That isn't how someone in love behaves, that's not how a good submissive would act. We talked for a bit, then he starting to spank me through my jeans. This progressed to my pants being tugged around my ankles and being spanked open palmed until my ass was welted and screaming. He fucked me, pulling me to him as a bear would, rutting me entirely for his pleasure. I asked him not to let me come, I felt that that was a fitting punishment for my bad behavior.
He grabbed my hair and forced me onto my knees, shoving his cock into my mouth. I asked him not to, complained of the canker sores on the inside of my lip, and he looked at me with fire in his eyes. "Oh, I had forgotten," he said. Then he rammed his cock back into my throat as he pressed me against the wall so I couldn't escape.
The break ended with another spanking, this time sharper and more rough. Afterwards he bunny-marched me into the bathroom, forcing me to look at my raw and welted ass in the mirror. Over all, it was a nice break. Although I would have preferred to come.
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Sunday, June 05, 2005.
