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It starts with one eager slave licking her lips over the promise of a drink from Master’s cock.

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Look what we found this morning.

At least she has small litters.

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One of my most favorite activities in the world.

Sucking Master’s cock

Master mentioned a *possible* good old-fashioned face fucking later today. You know the kind. Where slobber (and maybe puke) coat your front, breathing is secondary to sucking, your throat feels pummeled and you lose the distinction between your mouth and your cunt.

That thought is going to keep me creamy all day long.

I’ll ask Him to film it for ya. ;)

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Things and stuffs.

Have you ever left a comment somewhere and then sincerely regretted leaving it because after you hit post you realize it sounds incredibly lame/stupid/bitchy/off topic but you aren’t able to delete it so forever and ever it’s sitting there with your name and your link and for all of eternity anyone who reads it can agree that you are indeed, a retard?

This is why, more often than not, I’ll shy away from leaving comments. And I hate that I’m this insecure about it. Bah. Moving on.

Master is very, very busy today at work. He’s been warning me of this for the last three days. That means that I can’t call Him for stupid shit like “where do You want me to put that one picture?” or “there’s nothing here to eat! *whine*” These are the hazards of creating such dependency dammit! :P

I’m kidding. Really. He is busy and He did warn me but only so I don’t call and interrupt His meetings. I don’t call Him very often, actually, because it seems like every time I *do* call, He’s in a meeting. I generally wait for Him to call me. And I hate when the secretary answers His phone and offers to go chase Him down. It makes me feel all clingy and needy. What message can I leave anyway? “Um, yeah, Hi Susan. Hey, would you ask Him if I could go to the bathroom please? That would be great, thanks.”

So anyway, there probably won’t be any Friday task which is fine by me because I’m really ‘in the zone’ with the cleaning and the sorting and those tasks can interrupt me being on a roll with something and then I sometimes can’t get back into it.

I’m the queen of run-on sentences today. :)

My kids got their report cards yesterday. Am got straight A’s and B-man got A’s and two B’s. w00t! Jes struggles a little bit more than these two but she still does pretty good. A mix of A’s, B’s and a C or two. I’ve never been one to pressure them for grades (maybe because I’ve never needed to?), if I see that they are trying then that’s all that matters to me. Am was super-excited over that A in algebra because holy shit do we all struggle with math. So I’m really proud of her for that.

Jes (who swears she is moving home after the school year ends. YAY!) was telling me last night that she didn’t think she wanted to be in band next year. She doesn’t want to be the “band geek” in a new school. I understand that, except that this high school here has such an amazing band that they aren’t considered “geeks” like they are in the small school she’s at now, in fact, they’re pretty admired from what I gather. Anyway, she plays the flute which we’ve (Master’s) been buying through a music store on a rent-to-own basis. It’s not much, like 30 bucks a month, but it’s been paid on for a while now and if she dumps it after all that money, Master’s going to be pissed. Oy. I hate to force her to stay in band if she doesn’t want to, but she’s really good on the flute. She’s first chair, which is impressive for a freshman in high school. I don’t know that she would be first chair here, but still!

Let’s see. What else can I babble on about? Oh there is probably more, I can babble all day long but I don’t want to lose this cleaning streak I’m on so adios, amigos!

~cunt

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It’s a hard life for the cats in my house.

Tell me she isn’t due any day now. The whore.

Squeakers does her part in assisting the routers to overheat. Isn’t she sweet?

Lazy bastards.

I’m so jealous.

No I do not walk by and pull their whiskers out of spite! Who said that!?

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Titty Torture Thursday

Happily toiling away in the basement, I purt-near forgot it was Thursday! Thank you anonymous commenter for reminding me. Your reminder was much nicer than Master’s would have been. ;)

Surely you all saw this one coming, huh?

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Master’s email this morning.

In response to that last post:

My dearest kaya,

M

*giggle giggle*

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In this corner… The Universe!

About a week or so ago, I signed up for that email from the Universe that so many of you have. Mostly I thought the messages were pretty spot on. This morning’s message though? Could possibly cause Master to pull me off the mailing list. ;)

Permission, kaya, is what you give yourself.

-The Universe

Now there’s a challenge to His authority if I ever heard one.

*snicker*

Go Universe!

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Before I hop off to bed, a few things I wanted to share.

Amusing -to me- pictures

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Branded?

(Inspired by the cunt burning mentioned in la_douleur‘s post today.)

Several weeks ago, the kids rented that Jackass movie. I have a hard time watching those kinds of things because they’re gross, so I was half-ass watching it while doing other things.

It’s been a longtime plan of Master’s to brand me someday. That’s something that I’ve been well aware of and agreed to (like I have a choice anyway) and it’s just been hinging on Him deciding on the design, the location and the time.

Then the branding scene came on the Jackass movie.

I had to leave the room before I went into a full-blown freak out in front of the kids. Terror and panic consumed me while watching that scene. I know some people use a soldering gun for branding but that’s not how Master wants to do it. He wants to do it exactly like in that scene, the way one brands cattle.

Ever since then, whenever Master mentions the branding, I have to do one of those ‘head between the knees, deep breathing’ things to ward off the nausea and the urge to faint.

I just really don’t think I can do it. Here’s the scene if you can stomach watching it. I can’t. *sob*

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