“Sometimes the littlest things in life are the hardest to take. You can sit on a mountain more comfortably than on a tack.”
He didn’t put it on until 8pm last night. I think because he has no intention of taking it off until late tonight. So my evening wasn’t so bad.
There was a vigorous fucking then, on my knees with my chest pressed into a pillow. The constant back and forth movement as he took me from behind was painful, but good painful, pushing climaxes out of me like a perverted Pez dispenser.
The night though.. was long. I was sore and aching, but what kept me from sleep wasn’t the pain I was in so much as the pain I was trying to avoid. I’m a side or belly sleeper normally, neither of which was possible with a bosom full o’ tacks.
I did sleep, of course, but not well and not much. It wasn’t excruciating at all, lying on my back gravity mostly worked in my favor. If I kept perfectly still and didn’t breathe, I could barely feel the tips of the tacks on my breasts. I would doze and then wake as soon as I went to roll over in my sleep.
This morning, Master was chipper, well rested. He noted even before I said anything that I hadn’t moved much through the night. “I may have to do this every night, cunt. You didn’t wake me up one time with all of your tossing and turning!”
I told him he was a funny guy. Har-de-har-har.
He found my crankiness even more amusing.
Getting out of bed was bad. BAD bad. Any change in position that causes things to shift and resettle is bad.
The worst though, was having to go outside. In the midst of a cold snap, the temp was 0F, and -9F with the wind chill (that’s -22C). We all know what happens to nipples when they get cold, yes? That movement while encased in tacks is a right bitch of a thing.
Right at this point, I’m irritated. I’m tired. It’s not a horrific pain but it’s just enough to piss me off. The underside of my breasts where it’s taking the brunt of the tacking feels like raw hamburger. Doing chores all day is going to suck big fat donkey balls. I also don’t think I’ll be taking frequent pictures because lifting the bra up to take the pic and then having to put it back is insanely, ridiculously ouchies. Unless he calls with some specific times to take pics, I’m avoiding that particular task.
And I am NOT going to Curves today. Can you imagine?? Ow.
Soo.. it’s half over already. I don’t expect it to get really, really bad until he comes home. I know he has plans. Not nice plans either. It’s not as bad as I had expected it to be, though I’ve only been up and moving for about 2 and a half hours. I may not think this way later today.
The current state of things:
~cunt
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Friday January 18th, 2008 8:21am
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I’m torn between wincing in sympathy and sighing over what the silly girl got herself into…
Your poor boobs. I hope they recover sweetie
You know sometimes I wonder why certain parts of our bodies don’t get a mind of their own and go, “You may like this pain shit but I’m out!” (As if body parts could talk… but I wonder odd.. odd things.)
Ummm…owie…*pictures thousands of little bandaids w/Neosporin on them plastered all over yer boobies as aftercare*
*giggles*
~His bits