Sex with Jeremiah

After a long and stressful day, and a long a stressful conversation with Jeremiah about love and sex, and how I wasn't going to have it with him, Master comes out and we talk about it as well. I am basically seeping sexual frustration, and we start to bicker. I go get my leather cuffs and the double release latch and cuff my hands behind my back and lay there. (I'm so glad Master-at-arms fixed them!) After His headache lets up, he gives me pain, and helps me to calm down. He takes advantage of my hands being cuffed behind me, and helps himself to my mouth. Then he asks when I am going to have sex with Jeremiah. "never without your permission." I am told that Jeremiah has his full permission tonight, and we're going to set a few things straight.

(At this time, Emily is not allowed to have sex with Jeremy. Claire will if she wants to, it's not like she listens to Kyle or really cares. It's unclear if the order only applies to Emily or not. Phiar also wants to have sex with him. The whole random strangers thing, you know.)

I am manhandled into position and fucked. The sex was great, it really was. Jeremy used the creepy voice from The Killer Inside Me movie the whole time. Took his time with me. Gave me a hickey. Didn't take his time when he put it in my ass. I was asking for pain, and nothing he did was enough at the time. until that. He pretty much went all the way in on the first try, and then pulled back out. I rolled over on my side until the pain stopped enough for me to stop begging. We kept going anal. I think my brain stopped working somewhere in here. I kept going back and forth between begging him to stop when I got close, and telling him when I was going to be close to coming soon. Having my hands cuffed behind me really really helped intensify everything and also relax me.  After, he double penetration fingered me.   I wanted to jump on and ride the emotional worthless train all the way down, like I sometimes do, but he took me around the house, talking calmly about what we had accomplished, and made me feel valuable. He said that the others didn't always say it, but that he wanted me to know he knows how hard I'm working to keep everything together. And he loves me.

And then he grabbed my entire leg and tried to sleep with it. At first he only did it to mess with me, and it was very sexually charged and i was losing my mind horny over it. The drier malfunctioned, and the buzzer went off for a really long time. I tried to get out from under him and couldn't. He was asleep. I tried to get out from under him gently, but he had my ENTIRE leg under him like a cuddle blanket. He finally let me have it back and said that's fine, but i'm keeping this foot and the pretty toes. NO! so he tells em I'm irritating the piss out of him but lets me have my foot back.
NEXT he grabs an open soda, and drinks some, and then "props it up with 3 points of pressure" on his pillow on our new mattress. I wait until the snoring starts to try and put it back on the table. He snaps at me, takes a sip and leaves it exactly in the same place. A canned drink, hovering above our 2 day old mattress, "safe" on my Master's pillow (that pillow is the next thing on the list below himself in his priorities. Sometimes I wonder if it's above me!) and i'm just supposed to go to sleep? We argue over it. He calls me annoying again. He finally puts the drink back on the table. He said "I'm not STUPID." In my infinite wisdom, I say "when you're tired, you are."
The last thing I heard before falling asleep last night was "fuck you."

He mumbled in his sleep, "Baby, it's 12:34, kiss me."  Even though I knew it was way past midnight, I kissed him.

I dreamed I was in my parents house as a kid, and Danny called on the phone to tell me he was watching me. Twice.