used and loving it.

The night before last, after the MnG,t BnN, we went to matt's house. We were all in a playful mood, I guess, because I ended up in only my thong, lying bent over the pool table while both of them wrote on me with sharpies. It was amazing, a wonderful rush, especially when Master bent me over the pool table and told me to hush, and then stay. They played tic tac toe and other 2 player games on my back, and I was nothing more than a piece of furniture for them, no more than a sketch pad, to be used and told to go away or left there when they were done. It was so much fun! A bit boring, lol, but I love being Master's fuck-toy, or just something for him to play with, like an object. They wrote insults all over me, drew on me, Master slapped me every now and then when I moved too much (IT TICKLED SO BADLY) which was often.  I was embarrassed some, because the last time I took a shower, Master got in and punished me, so I never got a chance to shave or wash my hair or anything, so I was prickly, and stubbly and I felt kind of gross, but they were having so much fun I knew they didn't think I was, even though they wrote it on me.

Oh yeah, that punishment. I was acting like a bitch, and I knew it. Master tried to punish me before I went to take a shower, because I wasn't watching my mouth, and I was trying to hurt Him.. and I rejected his punishment. I sat and stared, angry. He told me that if I wasn't going to do what He said, to take off my collar, because I didn't deserve to be able to keep it on if I wouldn't  listen. I took it off and went to the bathroom, undressing on the way "I'm taking a shower." I got a towel and saw His ring on the counter. He must have taken it off when He was washing His hands. I was pissed and (this is stupid) told myself I wouldn't respect Him as my husband if He wasn't wearing the ring. And then I hid it. I wanted Him to feel the panic of being pissed off at your SO and then suddenly realizing that you aren't wearing the symbol of your love for them, and don't know where you left it. I got in the shower, feeling vindictive and a bit happier, and then He came in. He got another towel so He would have one too, and used the bathroom, talking to me. I forget what he said, or what we argued/talked about or if I even gave him a response. He put me in Position 1 and sprayed the water in my face. I was so fucking pissed, but I was afraid, too. I was afraid that he would make me stand in cold water and not let me move. It was a little hard to breathe and I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't hear because of the spray I had no clue what He was going to do next, and I moved my head out of the water so I could open my eyes and look. He was still right beside the shower watching me, and when I moved, He slapped me and told me to go back to position. I stared a few more seconds, took a deep breath, and forced myself to comply. Hard to breathe again. After a minute or so, he let me move backward, and but I still had to stay in Position 1. He asked me what kind of soap I was going to use to wash my hair. I knew immediately that He was going to wash my mouth out, or try to, and I didn't plan for that to happen. I was so pissed off and angry. I didn't answer, and he asked again. I just stared. He slapped me, and kept asking, slapped me several times. Finally, He said that if I didn't choose, He would choose for me. He got into the shower, and picked up a bottle of shampoo. He slapped me again and shoved the shampoo against my face. This one? No? He put it down and picked up a bottle of body wash. What about this one? Were you going to use this one today? OK, then we'll have to try a few and find out. Open your mouth. I didn't move. He slapped me again. I opened my mouth and then closed it before He could put soap in my mouth. He grabbed my mouth and forced it open, hurting me to make me comply. He pushed his fingers into my mouth and rubbed the soap over my tongue. Then He pushed me under the water again and told me to rinse out my mouth, but wouldn't let me put my hands up to wash it out, and kept holding my hair, moving my head around. Water went up my nose and I choked, couldn't breathe. I tried to duck down and He let go of my hair long enough to let me catch my breath again, and while I was trying to breathe, He picked up the other type of soap and poured it onto his hand. Then He grabbed me again and said "ok what about this one?" And shoved his hand back in my mouth, I struggled a lot more this time... and I paid for it, He slapped my ass and face a couple times each I think.  Then he put me back under the water and held me so that the water was running up my nose and I couldn't breathe, and I fought to get out of it, because of the choking and everything. Finally He let me rest and I was crying and he tried to make me kiss him and I was pissed off and wouldn't. I was a complete and total brat the whole time and I feel as if I deserved it. If I hadn't been crying, i think he would have continued, but He realized I was starting to get hysterical and this time when He pulled me close I hugged Him in return.  He had said something that just hit me the wrong way and I dissolved into tears and was incoherent for a bit. I think I washed my hair before i got out of the shower. I still felt like a cunt afterward though and I think I was further punished for it.

Last night I was also being a bitch (quite common lately, I haven't felt happy and loving in a while) and Master put me on my knees (susy) and made me suck on His penis. I switched and Emily came out and He made her gag on it, calling her a stupid bitch, and said she was terrible at giving blowjobs. I kept drooling and gagging over and over. I almost threw up once and then He laughed at me, scoffed and made me go down on Him again. Come on bitch, suck on it, is that the best you can do? Then He said He was about to cum, and to get ready to catch it. Susy came back out and picked up the cloth He had made her wipe up the drool with and held it out in front of her, as if to "catch" His cum. Then He dragged me to my feet by my hair, and said Come on Bitch, get, this way... And shoved me out of the kitchen. Go to the Bedroom, and don't you dare be wearing anything when I come in.  I ran into the bedroom and took off all my clothes, and then pushed all the blankets off the bed and put the pillows in the middle the way He likes them. I stood at the foot of the bed, head down, hands behind my back, and waited. He came in and said , "Get on the bed, Bitch. On your back, the way you know I like it. Now. That's right spread your legs, don't get in the way of My cunt." He grabbed a condom and said I'm only good at two things, being a cumholder, and then He said I wasn't even good enough to be a cum holder... this condom is My cumholder. And so my Master fucked his toy and enjoyed himself and had an altogether amazing time of my body. "you little slut, you're soaked. Why are you so fucking wet, bitch?" "Because I like it, Master." "That just tells me how stupid you are, that you like being humiliated, and get off on being used, you stupid whore." He finished quickly, and I loved every second, especially knowing that He used me to please Himself, and didn't worry Himself with getting me off or anything.

"What 2 things am I good at, Master?"

"Sex... and everything else. "



Last night I kept dropping everything and was altogether frustrated, and Master put me in Position 5 in the corner until I could behave.

Candy was out a lot and even she started to be a bit snappy. She watched the first part of the first Resident Evil movie.