The weekend was blissful. It was fantastic. We were both a lot more comfortable being together than we have been in a long time. I felt some freedom in my submission rather than the choking feeling I’ve had of late. He felt more natural in his dominance of me and was able to express himself more fluidly. And by “express” I mean “beat me mercilessly” and by “Fluidly” I mean “he came on my face three times and made me wear it.” Less of a fluid and more of a slimy congealed substance, but you get my meaning.

It feels good to be back on track. I wish I remembered the details explicitly. I should have written it down right away, but my new fucking and beating memories were so quickly replaced with newer fucking and beating memories that it all has sort of mixed together. All I have to remember it all by are the bruises, the scabs, and the soreness of my ass when I sit down on anything but a soft soft pillow.

I will say that walking around a grocery store in a Tack Bra and an Anal plug is an experience I will not soon forget. By the time we got back to the car, I was so hot for Master that I pretty much attacked him and gave him a front seat broad daylight hand job and he finger fucked me all the way home while he was driving. I had my feet on the dash and didn’t even try to mask what I was feeling. It was a brilliant explosion of passion that continued when we got home. Barely in the front door and my clothes were stripped off, we ran to the bedroom and Master pushed me down on the mattress on the floor, (dirty sluts don’t get fucked on the bed…) threw my legs up, ripped that anal plug out and replaced it with his cock so quickly that I all I remember was him falling upon me. He ripped into my already tuckered and puckered ass and after we both climaxed, I got him hard again by cleaning his nasty cock with my mouth. Of course that lead to more fucking, yes, in the ass again but this time less forcefully, but the whole time he was fucking my ass he was slapping my tits as hard as I could handle and that was bliss. I went into subspace for sure. He didn’t try to keep me out. And we eventually fell into a sweaty happy heap.

We took a shower together and I don’t know if it was the soap or the rubbing one another down that did it but pretty soonI was bent over, gripping the side shower rails while Master fucked my pussy with the water raining down on us both. Water is not a lubricant, as we all probably well know. The slick texture of my pussy was replaced by clean wet resistance. The water was impeding Master’s stroke but he didn’t let it stop him. And I’m glad he didn’t because it was intense. He spanked my ass as hard as I could manage to take without slipping and when he came, he came across my back. We finally got out of the shower. I made the Pioneer woman steak sandwiches for us both and talked and ate for a long while and then snuggled into bed.

Sunday was quite the same as Saturday except the majority of the cumming was on my face and chest and into my open mouth. The sex was beautiful and rough. The bruises and marks left behind are both wanted and cherished and I feel quite owned and quite happy in my slavery once again.

Sometimes all you need is a shot in the arm, I guess.

Well, new protocol is now in place. To commemorate the occasion, I got a sparkly rhinestone collar and shockingly, it’s not PINK. I know, I’m shocked, too. It’s black. It’s really kind of classy. I’m evidently a classy kind of pet. It’s pretty y’all. I’ll take a photo.

Let’s see. Well, how do you make a dependent slave more independent without removing her desire for service.

1. You give her chores, but make her do them naked except for the collar, with a butt plug in her ass and also while wearing high heels.

2. You make her go jogging 3 times a week forcing her out of the house and into the neighborhood whether she likes it or not.

3. You give her an unlimited 6 month bus pass and make her go places where she has to connect to another bus, wait a while, deal with people, and the purpose of that bus trip will be TO VOLUNTEER for various agencies to keep her in that service motivated mood.

4. You take away her computer during certain hours so that she can’t rely on the comfort of her Internet Friends and has to go out and make friends who talk, not type.

5. You sign her up for everything you can think of as long as she’s home by five.

6. FILL HER DAY with the outside world. Total immersion process. I even get to pack a lunch… Out of the house all day, starting with 1 day a week and moving to 5 gradually as her comfort zone increases.

On top of that MORE kinky sex. MORE open dialog. MORE poly dating. MORE activity in the local Scene.

MORE MORE MORE.

Oh, and forbidden to me now is the color BROWN. I wear brown every day. I wear drab colors like brown and olive and things that blend.. oatmeal colored clothing? I has it. I’m getting new clothes… they will have actual colors that aren’t made by blending all the other colors together. No more fading into the woodwork. Vibrant clothing. INTERESTING clothing and eye catching jewelry (which I’ll make) which serve as conversation pieces so that they will.. well, INSPIRE CONVERSATIONS.

Wow.

It’s a brand new day in the house of Wolf.

*oh, and I got a kitty food bowl with my name on it for lapping up cum flavored milk cream (That’s cream that he cums in), and damn it kaya, he read your blog and is “intrigued” by the notion of cumming on my food so, I’ll be joining you in the “special mayonnaise” club.

But that’s a story for another day.

I just love this. It’s been stuck in my head for 4 days so I figured it was time to share the earwig.