Just a ity bity post.

Here I am innocently texting in class ( Ok maybe not innocently...) and income some very dirty texts from a very kinky friend of mine. Detailed visions of kidnap and rape start rolling around my head. After about two classes I couldn't take it anymore, I ran off to the girls room in search of some relief. For better or worse I told him what I was doing. He ordered me to call. I told him there was no way I could, I mean what if someone hears! Yet somehow seconds later I was on the phone with him, being call a whore or being told how dirty and slutty I was. How I couldn't even wait to get home before I touched my self. If I could have rubbed against his words I would have. Instead I only had my hand which brought me to orgasm at least twice before I had to scurry off to my next class. I left the bathroom red faced, satisfied, and with a newly found secret. ;)

Random thoughts.

I'm in some serious need for a geek out. Some one please supply my N64 addiction. Xbox 360 is acceptable as well. PS3 will be allowed, but come on everyone knows N64 is better... Might as well bring any and all Playboys and comic books ( You get extra points for bringing anything Superman). Card games such as Pokemon and Magic the Gathering are more then welcome. Hmm other then those thoughts I have certain fantasy on my mind as of late. And I blame a very certain person for planting these thoughts into my head. :) The idea is a very strict Daddy has to still discipline his 20 year old daughter with spankings. Which is very embarrassing for her to be brought so low so easily. I was supposed to meet up with this person today, sadly  life got in the way. I couldn't sleep a wink last night. All that was going through my head was; I wonder what it'll feel like being held down by him, being hit by him, his hands wrapped around my throat... If I could purr I would. I miss being completely abused. I haven't been for quite some time. I want to be terrified under skillful hands. Sigh... Maybe Thursday will work out. I've been a very mouthy girl, I'm sure I'll get whats coming to me. ;)

The Chase.

Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...RUN! I crash though the woods. Twigs breaking beneath my feet. All my sense are heightened, I'm on hyper alert. Yet all I can see in front of me are trees. The smell of dirt and fear invade my nose. Although none of which is as terrifying as the foot steps behind me. Loud, heavy, fast.

 I fight to catch my breath, just as I fight to keep running.  I know what will happen if he catches up with me. Pushing myself I put one foot in front of the other as quickly as I can. I hear him gaining on me. Whipping my head around I look back. It took me only a moment to know that I was done.

Abruptly I have dirt under my hands. Where did that branch come from?! Frantically I scramble to get back on my feet. As soon as I do I fall again; clumsy on my feet. Suddenly he was there. A scream crawled its way up my throat and out my mouth. "Go ahead. Scream until your throat is sore, but it wont help you. No one can hear you, no one cares about some stupid cunt."

My eyes widen, I'm fighting to continue to pump air into my lungs. Adrenaline pulsing through my veins. Quickly, without giving me time to react he grabs a fist full of my hair. Pulling me to my feet. His other hand comes up to my face cupping it then turning it to the side as if to get a better look. Yet I wasn't completely surprised when he pulled back and slapped me across the face. I would've fallen back down if not for his hand still in my hair.

He produced a pack that I had not noticed before. From it he took two large zip ties. He secures one around my wrists before tripping me. I fall hard, with nothing to slow or to catch myself. With a practiced ease that frightens me even more so he ties my ankles. Barely huffing he throws me over his shoulder.

I hear whimpering, it took me a second to realize it was me letting out those pitiful pleas where mine."Please...please... I'm a good girl... Oh please let me go... I won't tell anyone I swear...."

"Oh shut up bitch, your not going anywhere. We both know that. "


To be continued?

Break ups.

Break ups suck. Like really really suck. And sometimes they fly at you from out of the blue. No one ever has a happy break up. There is only better break ups. But what makes one kind of break up better then another? I guess mine wasn't considered "bad" there was no screaming, no yelling, no last claims of passion. Just cold. I'll be damned if I prefer that over the passion. I mean I know I still care for him deeply. It just wasn't going to work. Yet it still feels unfinished. I don't know... I feel like I'm ranting. It's just this has been in my head all day. I'm not sure how I supposed to feel, to act. He's always been overly serious, very logical. I wish he would've screamed at me, then at least I could be mad. Or sad, but no it never works out the way you want it to. I just want to hide under my covers with Bunny and cry. And I can't, I cried so much yesterday I don't think I have any tears left. I need a bubble bath... and a good friend... and maybe some ice cream... If anyone wants to bring me some ice cream and be a friend let me know.

Verbs.

Shivering, quivering, squirming, shaking, moaning, gasping, screaming, wiggling, begging, whispering, loving, grasping, pulling, yanking, biting, scratching, slapping, choking, gagging, spanking, thrusting, filling, pinching, crying, blushing, breathing (barely), bruising, commanding, licking, kissing, delighting, dripping, entering, exploding, grinning, gripping, groaning, grinding, guiding, hugging, impaling, kneeling, melting, needing, pleasing, playing, caressing, releasing, satisfying, screaming, squeaking, squealing, squeezing, stretching, sucking, taming, tasting, teasing, tempting, touching, tugging, twisting, using, wanting, whining, and fucking.

Treasure Hunt.

What do you do when your Sir texts you a list of things to gather before midnight? Why you go on a treasure hunt of course! When the prize is your own release, -Especially when it's been far to long since your last orgasm-  how could you not? So it's not long before midnight and my list went like this; Towel, lube, lighter, vib, candle, and hairbrush. Oh ya and my laptop. I run around the house in my panties and tank top gathering things as I go. As the clock ticked midnight, I considered myself a winner.

I texted him I had everything he asked for and he answered telling me to call him on skype. Eager to get my reward I do so. Some pinches, pulled hair, bites, burns, and quite a bit of lube later; I'm squirting on cam for him. Yep so guess whose washing their sheets today? That would be me... To bad I don't get have some fun like that today. I hate it when me and Sir are apart for so long, it's like he takes apart of me with him. Oh well I'm counting down the days until the seventh.

Why?

Mom says my favorite word when I was a bebe was "why?" I can totally believe it too. Sir would back my mom up on this as well, my answer to almost anything is often a drawn out whinny "Whhhyyyy?" To which he just loves to respond in a the least pleasant way possible with "Because" or "Because I said so bitch." I swear he knows just how to push my buttons... Which is both a good and bad thing. So my point is why the hell is it Sunday already? I've been hiding under my covers all day -with Mr. Spiffy and Bunny-. I guess I'm thinking if I don't get up and don't do anything then tomorrow can't possibly Monday.


Another perfectly good reason for me not getting up today is my ass hurts...So bad. Last night on the phone with Sir he somehow decided that my booty needed some major pain. At one point there was (barely) four fingers up my ass. Ouchy, yet I still was begging to cum before I knew it. I haven't the slightest clue how he can make my body betray me like that. My mind may be saying ouch at first but in the end I'll be moaning like crazy. It like something happens to my nerves when he touches me. No matter if its with pleasure or pain all I know is that I want more. Why???