No sympathy.
I’m one sore little slut.
My jaw is aching. Hours spent in a gag, followed by several blow jobs is hard on a gal’s mouth.
The back of my thighs – the infamous ‘sweet spot’ – is welted and bruised from that f&*^ing misery stick.
It hurts to pee, it hurts to wipe, it hurts to sit, He’s fucked me so often and so hard that I don’t know why His dick hasn’t fallen off.
And today I had to wear the tack bra as we drove around town, going over bumps and Him reaching over to poke and stab and squeeze and, you know, just being Himself (mean). About 4 hours worth of mean.
I’m not complaining! It is as it should be – He’s the sadist and I’m His toy and I’m feeling well played with.
But.
He’d just straight-armed me in the car as He hit the brakes, smashing me by my tack-covered tits to the back of the car seat while momentum carried my body forward, and laughed that maniacal laugh of His. And then He kinda snuffled, coughed, and groaned.
“My sinuses are acting up.” He whimpered (okay maybe He didn’t whimper exactly, but He was sure whining) and looked at me all pathetic-like.
That’s where I’m supposed to coo and pat His arm and ask if I can help somehow. The poor man, my Owner, my Master, my God- is suffering! I opened my mouth to utter out some words of comfort and my right nipple chose that moment to send a stabbing arrow of pain straight down my arm as a tack, helped by my seat belt, stuck smack in the center of it.
Sympathy failed me.
“You know what?” I snapped, yanking the seat belt off my tit. “I’m having a hard time being sympathetic to you right now, Master! I always have something hurting because of YOU. Forgive me if I cannot muster up an “awwww!” for your sinuses!”
For a moment He just stared at me, wide eyed and open-mouthed, shocked at my little outburst. Then He leaned forward and cracked. up. He patted my tits, still laughing – but He didn’t whine about His sinuses anymore.
Shortly after, He took me home, demanded another blow job in spite of my aching jaw -
and fucked my sore cunt again, smashing and grinding the tack bra into my chest as He did so.
Whenever I start to whine Master always says to me “I’ll tell you where you can find sympathy, cunt. It’s right in the dictionary between shit and syphillis.”
I think I’ll just leave Websters open to that page for Master then.
*snicker*
~cunt
Tags: pictures, tack bra, whine
Uncategorized | kaya | 
Saturday June 21st, 2008 1:27pm
Actually I found “sympathy” right between “sympathomimetic” & “sympatico”. *snickers*
Sorry I couldn’t resist.
*laughs* I can just see you ripping that page of the dictionary out, circling the word “sympathy” with a red marker, and then taping it to the steering wheel of the car… *smirks* Not trying to give you any ideas or anything.. honest.
Kaya, you rock, love the pictures, have you thought of making a tack wheel glove for your Master, maybe He’d give you a break on the bra, only joking, Winks.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
You give me so much freaking hope. This is one awesome post. You fucking rock… you just do.
xoxx
This post made me smile!
You’re adorable
Though…ouch
*holds her boobs protectively*
The tack bra is bad enough on its own. I can only imagine the slight suckage of having your boobs bashed into tarnation because of it.
What a wonderful post and such a great blog! You must be a happy sub. Actuallt, I will be wearing a tack bra myself this week and when Master returns on Friday I expect some harsher punishments…
Take care and do keep on writing… just love it!
tina from Sweden