Archive for February, 2010

Re(LAX)…

Posted in Uncategorized on February 18, 2010 by fukpuppet

It was not my first OTK spanking from Him, but something was different, different with each punishing smack on my bare ass, different tone in His stern voice, different words left His angered mouth, as bad as the beating was…the more turned on i was, i swirmed from the pain, the sting, the burn, and from my inner excitement…my mind raced as my over exposed ass felt His wrath, my cunt dripped as He lectured my bratty ways, He spoke of how i was nothing but a dirty little slut, and He was NOT in the mood to tolerate any of it today….

He ordered me off of His lap, i could  feel His hard cock against my side, i wiggled against it a few times before even attempting to rise, another hard forced handprint found my already red, inflammed and swelling ass. i immediately stood, as much as i knew He enjoyed spanking me, i was far from learning the lesson of obedience. Standing before Him i could feel his piercing eyes all over my naked body, admiring His slut, which made my inner brat cowardly hault before Him, i wanted to cover myself, my eyes found the floor.

He rose up and bound my hands, and order me to bend over the bed, i laid there humbled and curious as to what was going to happen next, i could hear water running in the bathroom, He returned to me and ordered me to open my mouth, the slut that i am perked up, i was going to get to taste His sweet swollen cock, my mind raced, my inner brat was out of the fetal position and was now doing cartwheels in my mind…He could see the disappointment on my face as He shoved a bar of soap in my mouth, i looked up at Him, His eyes met mine still full of anger or disgust, it was hard to tell at this point, but His words cut into me like a knife “you are a dirty slut”…He left me lying there salivating with my teeth sinking into the unpleasant taste of soap, He returned, i had noticed the water had stopped running in the bathroom, He began lecturing me on all the ways i was nothing but His dirty little slut, as His words penetrated my ears, i felt the enema penetrate my ass. i wont lie, the warm sensation filled me quickly, it felt nice, moaning escaped my throat, and i was now frothing around the bar of soap in my mouth, then the pain deep in my bowels began to out do the warm sensation, my moans of excitement turned into groans of torture, i began gagging and trying to beg for Him to stop, the bar a soap slipped from my mouth (okay it didn’t slip…i spit it out) i pleaded and begged, i couldn’t take anymore….He like always stood His ground, and said that i was done when He said and not until THEN….the bar of soap was shoved back into my mouth….

The enema bag was now empty, i was full, too full, my brow was collecting beads of sweat, my thighs shivered, my still red ass clenched tightly…my discomfort was more then obvious, He placed His hand on my back and began to rub me, He ordered me to relax…RELAX?? If i had relaxed i wouldn’t of been the only dirty one in the room…it never ceases to amaze me how He can work me up and calm me all at the same time…..i won’t finish this post because well you know…Shit Happens….

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Let it Snow…Let it Snow…Let it Snow….

Posted in Uncategorized on February 11, 2010 by fukpuppet

It had been 20 hours since the white soft flurries fell from the low hanging clouds, everything was covered in a beautiful sheet of milky white fluffy snow…the day was spent lazily on the couch drinking coffee and gazing at the flecks of sunshine sparkling off the snow…a simple telephone call, seeing that it was Him, i quickly answered saying “Hello Sir!” He greeted me in saying “Be ready for me at dark, all you are to wear is a robe and snow boots…” i like a dummy broke into His sentence “But…” His words stopped me in my tracks “YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAID!” and He hung up the phone….

Dark thirty His truck pulled into the drive, the hum of His desiel motor sent my motor purring, He turned His truck off, which only turned me on more, i was anxiously wondering what was in store for me on this blizzardlike night…my palms were sweating, my stomach was full of butterflies, and my feet were starting to sweat in the snow boots, my face was flushed pink when He entered the house, He could see the fear in my eyes, it brought a wicked smile to His face…i dropped to my knees and took His warm cock in my mouth, He grabbed me by my hair and fucked my face as hard as He could…gasping for breath, dizzy from His presence, pleasing Him pleased me….He ordered me up and took me out the back door into the yard, ordered my robe to be removed, so i stood exposed, cold, and incredibly hot inspite of my nakedness….He ordered me to my knees, the snow had been gathering since the early morning hours and was about six inches deep, the chill of the snow burned my hands, and legs like fire, my breathing was quick and my body began to shake to find some warmth, He placed His foot on my back forcing my overly exposed tits into the snow, i held my breath and whimped like a child….

He stood above me, as i shivered and begged for His mercy, i begged “Please Daddy, it’s so cold…Puhhhhh-leeeeeease Daddyyyyyy” my teeth chattered my muscles spasmed beneath Him, He said “Does MY  little fukpuppet wish to be warm?” i replied “Yes Sir…please oh please” then without warning i felt His steaming hot urine run down my back, down my ass and trickled off of my cunt that was perched up, the cold air caressed me as i moaned out loud, He ordered me to stand and put my robe back on and go shower…i thanked Him, as He leaned down and took my hand to help me to my feet, He whispered into my ear “My slut makes the prettiest snow angels I have ever seen!”

I Get Off….Lyrics from a Halestorm song…GREAT song…

Posted in Uncategorized on February 9, 2010 by fukpuppet

You don’t know that I know

You watch me every night

And I just can’t resist the urge

To stand here in the light

Your greedy eyes upon me

And then I come undone

And I could close the curtain

But this is too much fun

I get off on you

Getting off on me

Give you what you want

But nothing is for free

It’s all give and take

The kinda life we make

When your line is crossed

I get off

I get off

So much left unspoken

Between the two of us

It’s so much more exciting

To look when you can’t touch

You can say I’m different

And maybe I’m a feak

But I know how to twist ya

To bring you to your knees

I get off on you

Getting off on me

Give you what you want

But nothing is for free

It’s all give and take

The kinda life we make

When your line is crossed

I get off

I get off

But you don’t know

What you can’t see

Is what I do for you

I do for me

I get off on you

Getting off on me

Give you what you want

Yeah

I get off on you

Getting off on me

Give you what you want

But nothing is for free

It’s all give and take

The kinda life we make

When your line is crossed

I get off

I get off

Yeah I get off!

 

 

 

Scatter brain…

Posted in Uncategorized on February 7, 2010 by fukpuppet

Why am i so scattered brained? Life has been hectic, but isn’t it always?….but,  i am sad at my freedom, which it was of my own doing, but i do not think i realized how affected i was going to be by it all. Granted we live in the same town and are really good friends, and it is not unusual to run into each other several times a week. Is it ackward? No more then it has been since becoming His, and now that i am not His it is just as ackward, but my heart is broken, but i know in my broken heart he will always be there for me, if i were to need him….Do i need him? i need to be owned, i need to feel the collar around my neck, even tho my collar was only mental, i felt it, even in the last few months when things slowed way down for us…so why is it hard for me to catch my breath without something around my neck?….

So the healing starts, the tears fall, but the ache in pussy is always there, the lust is overwhelming, the thoughts of sessions i never got to experience take over and consume my head, i do not doubt that i will never know the feeling of being owned again, i am not saying that at all, i am just saying there is a soothing calming comfort for me knowing i am doing my best to please someone, even if my best may be others worst. i probably wasn’t the best a slave could be, but i truly tried. He knew it, and i think i did make him proud to own me, and i hope he thinks of me from time to time, not because i think i have it like “that” but it will make me feel better knowing he may miss what i did and was willing to do to please him, but i do sincerely hope he finds that again.

::::rambles on some more::::

So, how does one seek out a Master? Is there a “Masters’R’us”, one suggestion was to join FetLife, which i did, and well folks i am not good at car shopping either…but i felt alot of the profiles i read, only seek a barbie doll, and well i am far from that, and i know that finding a Master is something that will take a gross amount of time, patience, and thought, trust me i am not going to say yes to anyone that claims to be a Dom, i just saying that i am scattered brained and scared to death that i will never find someone to serve, but at the same time, i know i will….

i have rambled on enough, and this post makes zero sense, but my head is full of crap…i need to get it out so i go back to thinking nasty thoughts lol…so if you made it this far of the post…thanks bunchesNbunches!!!

oh…and oddly enough i am hungry for some Chineese food…hmmmmm

It’s been a while….

Posted in Uncategorized on February 1, 2010 by fukpuppet

i am sure if anyone frequents this site (which i totally doubt) that you have seen an absence in my writing…

Being owned is something i do not take lightly, even though i prefer writing humor stories, anyway, Daddy and i have drifted, granted we have had some oh so hottttttttttttt sessions, i have not wrote of them lately because frankly they were fewer and further in between. i felt the end was near, and as of lastnight i was offically released, not the release i was looking for this weekend but it was of my doing. i crossed lines emotionally, inspite of my telling myself no. i loved Him, i feel He knew it and felt a tremendous amount of guilt, of having me, He is committed to another and it got to much for Him, i had to ask to be release because i have so much love and respect for Daddy, He is too good of a person for me to allow His inner hell to continue.

Now what? Now i begin the journey of hopefully finding a new one. Which scares the living shit right out of me. Daddy never made me feel uncomfortable, did i fear His wrath? ABSOLUTELY but i was not scared of Him. i am and will be forever thankful that He was the one that released my inner slut/slave to begin with….soooooooooo if ya know any good Masters….send em to me lol