Master

His eyes gleam and glimmer when the Beast rouses.

It starts simply enough. A laugh here, a touch there. A slickly stuck heart that makes me giggle, makes his face light up in mock annoyance as I can’t hold back telling him he has a tiny pink shimmery heart on his knee.

The look pierces me.

Makes me sit up, suddenly still and watchful. The giggles are there, still, under the surface, but the eyes of the hunter watch me and make me wary.

He seizes my hand as I attempt to count coup on him again, yet another stealth heart “attack” upon his knee…and he squeezes.

Slowly.

Firmly.

With minimal effort.

As the Beast shines from his eyes in a gleam of pleasure as he makes me whimper faintly. Conscious that we sit in a Starbucks, and I cannot cry out, I stfu and swallow the pain, feeding on it.

Feeding on the Beast, feeding on me.

It’s a circle,

a dance,

of pain and pleasure.

Fraught with tension…his eyes hold mine

10 seconds

25

30

at 32 I drop my gaze, submitting, and let the wince tighten my face.

Looking up, a glimmer of pain-tears in my eyes,

he smiles.

“going to be a good little girl?” He asks, his voice warm honey, pitched low.

I nod.

He tightens his grip.

I suck in air, shiver, whimper, and murmur

“yes, oh yessir…

He releases my hand.

But not the control.

 

2013

If I weren’t the lazy slut I am tonight, I’d find a mega-fancy graphic to drop in here to wish you all a happy new year!

🙂

Ya’ll gonna have to use your imagination! It’s got tits, and nipples and penii, and whips and what-all turns you on, decorating it, that shiny new 2013.

It’s full of possibility, promises, failures, mix-ups, meetings, kissing, sucking, biting, spanking, mishaps, giggles, sobs…you know…life stuff.

Some of you will make resolutions … I don’t believe in them myself. If there’s an issue, I don’t want to wait till the new year to change…it puts too much stress on the baby new year, right? So I made a few changes in December 🙂 to get ahead of the curve.

I’m trying to say one positive thing to each of my kids every day…and I do that, in an offhand, Mom kind of way…’thanks, honey”…but this is a more intentional thing…”Gee, Eddie, you did an awesome job taking care of the cat’s area today. Thank you!”

And I’m trying to not nag too much (that’s a work in progress!). I hated being nagged and I dislike doing it…but kids sometimes need prodding. Ergo…nagging. So I don’t do it much to begin with, since I hate it.

I’m trying to not be as annoyed with my spouse. She can’t help being who she is, anymore than I can stop being who I am. Accepting each other is progress. We have faults. Well, not me, surely. *guffaw* But yanno, there are times you need to swallow, and stfu.

I’m working on that one, pretty successfully, too. And I know she has about me too. It can be as challenging for an extrovert living with an introvert as it is in the reverse. (I am NOT an extrovert. Mostly I’m happy being left alone, thank you very much. There are situations and circumstances that are unavoidable, but give me my ipod and a big empty building and I’m happy as a clam.)

That pretty much sums it up. Other than to get rid of the three pounds Master said I’d gain and I denied I would over the holidays. 🙂 Smart man.

Thanks for reading here so regularly, and for enjoying what you find, and taking the time to comment to let me know. Thanks for the private emails, the nice words, the ideas you give me. Thanks for listening to me rant, and cheering me up when I’m feeling a bit blue.

Thank you!

There will be many more stories to tell in the year ahead….I’m going to be so happy when my regular schedule resumes…this enforced writing vacation has given me a TON of ideas to write about!

Wishing you many good things, and many naughty things in the year ahead! Blessed be, dear friends, and pervie readers alike.

Happy 2013!

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love,

nilla