Master called me early this morning and told me to take the dog for a nice long walk. Wearing the butt plug. And the scrunchy pad.

*groan*

The scrunchy pad is such a handy thing when it’s sitting on the edge of your kitchen sink awaiting some baked on food to obliterate. The one that sits in Master’s toy box is awaiting the chance to peel away the delicate pink tissues of my oh-so-tender cunt.

The real challenge is in forcing myself to tuck it in there the way Master would. Just placing it on loosely doesn’t hurt so much.. and it’s only the fact that I know He’ll ask me and I can’t lie and still look myself in the mirror every day that makes me press it firmly up between the lips, with a small bunch of it just entering me. Yanking up the tight jeans before I change my mind and hurrying outside where I can’t stick my hands down my pants and pull it out… and I’m ready. Impaled in the ass and in agony on my cunt.. and I’m quite sure I heard Master chuckling from 800 miles away

It doesn’t feel too bad if you don’t move a muscle. That’s not an option though when you are holding one end of a leash and the other end is attached to a 100lb black lab. I’m not too sure who is walking who when me and the dog are out. And being outside where friendly small town neighbors wave from porches and chit chat about the weather keeps you from walking bow-legged too. In short, the tears that glistened in my eyes when I gingerly climbed the steps after getting home weren’t from the cold January wind.

Pussy pain is taking on a whole new meaning for me lately. After all that, the 15 clothespins on each tit was a breeze.

I had the plug in for two hours. I can’t deny that it gets easier and easier (though I want to deny it and I’ll tell you why in a sec). I even fell into that short post-orgasm power nap with it in. It doesn’t burn anymore… insertion is quicker… extraction still feels like I’m being gutted but I’m getting used to it. And the reason it’s taking all of my will power to not back space all that info is because there is another plug in the toy box. A much larger one. And I just know Master Satan is eye balling it.

I’m seriously starting to wonder if someday I’m going to just be one huge fuckable hole. Like perverted swiss cheese… one hole blending into the other one… with small bits of me tenuously holding them together.

Fuck..lol.. don’t even answer that.

Here’s something for the Dominants. A little tip from the kaya-files. (All you submissives can thank me later…hehe);

Have You the dilemma of a submissive who spends just a bit too much time on the computer? Are chores beginning to pile up behind her? Has bedtime gotten later and later? Are You tired of hearing the excuse “just a minute Sir, I need to finish this IM conversation” or “I’m almost done with this blog post, Master!”?

A cure has been found! For the low low price of a few dollars at the hardware store, Your lovely little slave will be avoiding the computer like the plague! Here are the directions:

1. Buy several sheets of stiff 40 grit sandpaper. (It even comes in the pretty pretty princess purple color!)
2. Duct tape the sandpaper to one sturdy footstool.
3. Introduce Your wayward slave to her new computer chair. (Affectionately known as the ‘Bitch Bench’)
4. Forbid pants when touching the computer.

In roughly 30 minutes, she will be desperately looking for something ELSE to do… her sweet little ass will be red and raw and sore with little to no effort on Your part. And each return trip to the computer will be with less and less enthusiasm.

I Guarantee it!

Just sharin’ the love people.

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