I absolutely cannot conquer the misery stick. I hate that I can’t find a way to gracefully make it through the pain that stupid skinny stick causes. He tells me to be still, to take it – and I want to, I really really do – yet one snap makes me flop about like a fish out of water. All I can think when He starts snapping me with that thing is Danger, Will Robinson! Abandon ship! Enemy attack imminent!

It started out well enough. Trussed and masked and completely exposed – a masochist’s wet dream!

Even though I very shortly begged out of the mask because under the mask I was also wearing a full mouth gag and I srsly thought I was going to die. Two tiny nose holes (that never seem to stay aligned with my nostrils) do not a well-venitilated area make. Though one of these days, He’s not going to let me panic beg out of it and I’ll have to see just how well I can manage to breathe and stay sane.

I like the mask by itself. I like the sensory deprivation, and I like the fairly restricted breathing that it forces. But mask + gag = panicked slavegirl.

I also got distractions, which was way nice.

It’s such a mindfuck to go from searing pain to the brink of an orgasm within a 1/2 second time span. I’d be flopping around on the bed, trying desperately to wiggle away from that fucking stick, and then He’d wiggle the vibe or pump the glass dildo and holy moly – stick? what stick? Just fuck me already!

But then He’d start snapping again. And I’d hate Him for a little while again.

And He had that whartenburg wheel too! Tracing over the welts as He made them with the stick. I used to like the wheel. Now? Not so much with the liking.

He finally quit. Man, I’ve never been so glad for the end in my life. Masochist? I don’t think so! More like a wimpsochist.

He finally did fuck me, exactly as I was, legs and arms tied up and out of the way, gag firmly in place. He planted Himself in as deep and as hard as He could. I still have a tendency to smirk at porn clips where a girl is being fucked and she’s squealing like a pig because, come on, sex doesn’t hurt *that* bad! Except… sometimes it does, and last night it did. I couldn’t move or shift like I sometimes do so He’s poking a different spot and He just kept at it and at it… jesus christ it hurt so good. Having to stay spread wide open while He pummeled my innards was fucking hawt.

Then He untied me and threw me under the desk for another romp. I love being a sex slave. I love it when I’m horny and I love it more when I’m not and have to do it anyway. I love it when it hurts, and love it when it doesn’t.

I was born to get fucked. And fuck I shall! Everyone needs a goal in life. *nods*

~cunt

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