No news is not good news. It’s freakin’ boring news!
I’ve not reported anything because there is nothing to report. ~le sigh~
“It” hasn’t happened yet. While I realize it has to be when Master feels like it and not a moment before, this waiting game sucks. In fact, it is the suckiest suck that ever sucked. And I really should leave this topic alone because there is a *whole* lotta negative thoughts rolling around about it.
See? I *am* learning when to keep my trap shut. ~beams~
The really bad thing about it is that over the last couple of days I’ve developed a dangerous sense of security in that ‘gee, nothing’s going to happen so la-di-da and yippee-kai-yay’ and now when (if?) it happens, I’ll probably feel all kinds of betrayed or some such stupid shit. But, really, a person cannot exist in that state of nervous trepidation forever.
Anyway. Moving on.
He certainly hasn’t lost all of His mojo though considering the way He took me early this morning. He woke me up by gruffly demanding that I get on my back and spread my legs where He poked and twiddled and rubbed me until I was nice and moist and then delivered several short, smart smacks to my wet cunt. He gave me the clothespins that are kept on the nightstand and told me to put them on my nipples, which is no easy feat in the dark when you are still half-asleep and your fingers don’t wanna cooperate (or your nipples, for that matter). Then I was flipped over to my knees and elbows where I got another couple of cracks to my cunt – that sounded like gunshots in the quiet stillness of the early morning. He was in a mood to hear me hurting which doesn’t take much effort before the sun rises. He raked His nails up and down my bare back, He tugged, twisted and pinched the clothespins, He grabbed up big handfuls of flesh and squeezed, digging His fingernails in until I’d cry out. Over my hips, my inner thighs, outer thighs, across my cunt, my breasts, He dug in, gouging deep red lines across my skin.
I’m not generally a big fan of pain-before-coffee, but I have to admit this morning’s wake up was a whole helluva lot better than the raucous meep-meep-meep of the alarm clock. I went to work with a smile on my face and a party still going on in my pants.
I want more. I was thinking, as I was being skinned alive by His fingernails, that *someone* was going to be getting a manicure tonight, but if I do it in this kind of horny-hurt-me mood, I’ll accidentally-on-purpose file His nails into daggers. Yum.
And that’s pretty much been it. I had a great Mother’s Day and got lots and lots of presents. Way too many if I’m to be honest, but who doesn’t like to be spoiled? Work is still crazy, though I think there is an end in sight. I worked this morning and I’m going back in to work this afternoon’s shift so I’m about to go pop a meal in the crockpot and get a loaf of bread started. I’ve got some chores to finish and some errands to run. Typical day.
Master is flying out again on Monday for who knows how long. I’ll be so god-damn glad when this project is finished. He’s a bear when He’s stressed. Bah.
So, I almost feel guilty that I have no punishment-report, but you’ll have to take it up with the Man with the Stick. His email is listed over on the sidebar. As for me? I’m staying out of it. My momma didn’t raise no fool. ;-)
I hope you all had a terrific Mother’s Day, or if you don’t celebrate it, then a terrific weekend. I do apologize for my sporadic posts, but bear with me until they train the replacement for the bitch girl who walked out. :P
~cunt
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Uncategorized | kaya | 
Tuesday May 13th, 2008 8:32am
Oh, I hate the waiting game too! Waiting for that axe to drop and you just know that eventually it’s going too… *big hug* because you sound like you need one. lol
thank god that Master believes in punishments being completed within 24 hours of the fuck up. waiting like that would drive me batshit crazy.
I know what you are going through kiddo, and it truly does suck!!!
Have a substantial punishment owed to me too!!!
And He is making me wait too!!
And even keeps reminding me of it too “Don’t think I have forgotten that you have a damn good thrashing coming, Littleone”
The waiting is agony, but then the thrashing will be too!!!
We are in a “ouch/ouch” situation!!!
xx
This reminds me of when I had a punishment coming to me, but my Master was busy for two weeks, and then we had the weekend away, and he decided he didn’t want to have to waste the weekend punishing me, so we had this lovely romantic weekend … all the while, the fact that I hadn’t been punished yet eating away at my soul (When would it happen? Why hasn’t it happened? What if he doesn’t punish me at all? Argh!)
The waiting really is the worst part. And I say this remembering how bad my actual punishment was!
Just let go of it, as best you can, and then when it happens, just get through it as best you can!
[warm comforting hug]
well I can’t say I’m glad it’s not happened yet- better to be over. But I am glad you posted.
And I’m jealous!! I hope to get woken up like that soonish!! hehehe :)
*hugs you*
The wake up call sounds pretty awesome at least.
I hate the waiting time as well. Especially the nervousness it creates in me if He seems to want to be in the mood to add more to it. It affects everything I do, has it you? I need the control over me but I don’t like being nervous and becoming neurotic it checking and rechecking every thing I do. AND try not to let my kids see my stress!! He loves it though! His goal to keep him in the fore front of my mind is definitly in affect!!