It’s late one evening and I am laying and relaxing on the couch, as usual. He’s been leaving me to my own devices for the past couple hours, and I’ve been lazily browsing the internet and chatting with friends. I notice Him come into the room and sit across from me on His computer. He starts browsing through porn and unzipping His pants. Inside I feel my gut turning and my heart wrenching a bit. I’ve become emotionally dependent on this Man. Now He’s sitting in the room, about to masturbate- and is completely ignoring me and only interested in using other women for stimulation.

I understand that He’s doing this to humiliate me- and therefore I do not dare approach Him or try and touch Him. All I can do is gaze longingly at Him. Sounds of other women moaning play loudly through His speakers. Eventually I can’t take it and beg to be allowed to sit near Him. He laughs at this request and then grunts and gives an affirmative nod. Disgust washes over me hand in hand with the gratitude I feel for even being allowed to crawl over and sit at His feet. Respectfully I keep my head down and curl myself into a ball. He continues to ignore my presence.

My crotch begins to dampen hearing the sounds above me and realizing how little interest He has in me. Muffled moans, gurgling and gagging noises, and the sloshing sounds of sex all mix together with sounds of His shifting and groaning as He strokes His cock. I simultaneously wish He’d take my mouth or cunt and am tremendously aroused by the fact that He won’t. Unable to help myself, I begin to whimper and mewl and rock my hips back and forth. A sharp kick hits me smack in the ribs. Shut the fuck up, you cunt. You fucking disgust me. I immediately go silent, terrified that I’ll no longer be permitted to be near Him and will be forced to leave the room.

If you’re going to insist on clinging to my legs like a pathetic fucking dog, at least take your fucking clothes off you useless piece of shit. Good- now lay that cumsack body of yours down on the floor. On your back, you dumb bitch. Good. Put your legs in the air and spread ’em, twat. Now lay there. This is all you’re useful for anyway.

I can’t hold back the moan as He positions Himself over me. Never turning His eyes away from the women He’s imagining fucking as He jacks Himself off- He aims Himself over my cunt and dumps His load right down the middle of it. My cunt is suddenly swimming in His cum. Then He kicks me in the side and hits me hard over the back of my head. Get the fuck out of my sight, you whore.

I obey.

And then I crawl by myself to a corner in the other room and masturbate shamefully- with tears streaming down my cheeks- my fingers covered in His cum.

A threat. A promise.

Stinging sensations cover my face as I realize He’s hitting me, hitting me, hitting me. The gray starts to fade away from the corners of my eyes. I’m on the ground. Understanding starts to seep through to my mind- He’s trying to wake me up. He made me pass out again.

Listen you little bitch, I’m sick of hearing that you went out with your male friends. Again. So I have a solution. We’re going to make a little video, you and I. Right after I put a few more bruises on your face. Then I’m going to piss in your mouth and rape you on camera. *Then* you’re going to invite all your little buddies to do the same. I got their numbers from your phone. I’m going to get their e-mail addresses and send them the video- to prove what a stupid cumslut you are. They’ve already seen your naked picture all over the fucking internet you dumb slut. It won’t take too much convincing. I’ll offer them a price. $100? $50? Do you think that’s too expensive for a piece of shit like you?


Answer me, you fucking cunt!! … Fine, fine. Maybe $25. Anyway- soon they’ll be coming over by my invitation to get a little taste of that sweet mouth of yours and that tight cunt. Maybe jack off over your indecent tits. You think they care about the words that come out of your mouth? I guarantee they’re sick of listening to a twat like you- and will thank God they finally get to shut you up by shoving their dicks down your throat. And after not too long of a time at all, they won’t ever be coming over to hang out with you. Oh no, no. We’ll solve that little problem quick. They’ll only be coming over to sit with me, drink some beer, watch the game- and take turns fucking your ass then pissing down your throat when their bladders get too full. They’ll soon realize what I’ve known all along- you’re not a person, you’re just a stupid slut who can’t keep her legs closed and only deserves to get treated like shit. Yes… yes, dear, I think this will solve our problem quite nicely…

I try to scramble away from Him, but His strong hands catch my ankle and drag me across the carpet and into the middle of the living room. He shoves my face into the ground and crushes me under His weight. Just before the beating and rape starts, He turns on the camera.

Don’t Have Mercy on Me, Baby

I was just reading a friend of mine’s blog, and she commented that one of the things she finds most erotic about D/s is to “feel sadism tempered with mercy in a scene, to feel that someone will hold himself back in order to keep me safe.” I love my friend dearly, but about this point I must heartily disagree. There’s nothing I like better than when He reaches that precipice- where I’m desperate and flailing and losing myself- and pushes me right the fuck over.


I’ve had a long day. Work has been tedious, and the chores pile up when I’m away. We’re almost out of laundry detergent and I keep trying to hold on to my mental note to pick some more up before I have to miss a load and get the shit beat out of me. But it’s late now- too late to go to the store, I think- and I lay down on the couch to relax. I throw my legs up and lean back on the pillows- propping my laptop up on my lap and surfing through the day’s events and gossip I’ve been missing out on. I should have been paying more attention.

He is on top of me before I realize what’s happening. I must not have noticed His approach, or Him unzipping and pulling down His pants. He already has His cock rammed halfway down my throat before my mind catches up to the present and grasps what is going on. I start to gag from the position I’m in- crushed down into the couch- and beg to be let up. “Fine, bitch,” He smirks, “get the fuck over here then.” He grabs me by the hair and drags me over to His desk and forces me down on my knees.

That’s when He starts to beat me. One smack and then the other across my face. When I move my hand up to block one of His blows, I immediately realize it was a mistake. He growls out in fury and rains blows down on me twice as fast and twice as hard. I start crying and He tells me to quit my snivelling. It occurs to me- not for the first time- that He really doesn’t care about me, that I’m a fool to believe anything else, and that I really am doomed to get used and abused by this Man for the rest of my life.

Soon my mouth is back on His cock. His hands are behind my head- shoving me down forcefully over and over on His dick. Drool runs out the corners of my mouth uncontrollably and drip down over His crotch. My throat gags and retches, but I have no choice but to try and keep the bile down or else I may suffocate on it. At the last moment, He begins to groan and pulls my head back and off Him harshly by my hair. His dick is now hanging over me and His cum shoots out all over my face. Some streams hit me in the eye, other clog up my nose and drip into my open mouth. I sputter as I try to breathe through my nose and find that bubbles of cum are blocking the airways. Normally, ejaculation marks the end of His fury- or at least a steep dropping off point. But this time… this time was different.

“You stupid fucking bitch!” He seethes, and grabs me up by the collar. I’m weak and limp by this point and am barely able to resist. He lifts my body off the ground and onto my feet. Then- in the midst of trying to swallow and take a breath- He grips me around the neck. Both hands squeeze around my throat in an iron grip. My eyes go wide as I try to finish my half-swallow, half-breath and fail- choking on it instead. Faintly I’m aware of the splatters of cum covering my face that are now slowly making their way down to my chin in thick drips, creeping almost down onto His hands. Ignoring this, and without changing His grip even an inch- He throws me up against the wall. He’s squeezing and squeezing and all I can think about is how I wasn’t able to finish that swallow. My head starts to feel like a balloon filling up with air, and my peripheral vision starts to dim. My thoughts become jumbled and I no longer seem able to focus on anything, anything at all. Part of me feels that precipice- feels myself standing over it, and Him standing behind me, getting ready… to… push.

I don’t remember the fall.

I wake up on the ground. I have no idea where, or when, I am. I am high as a kite- and a wonderful tingling passes over my whole body that makes me feel like a live wire. My crotch is on fire. It dimly occurs to me that I’d passed out. He’d held me up against the wall and choked me til I passed out. That realization makes my groin burn so deperately that I have a hard time keeping my hands off myself. I catch the words- “Oops, bitch. Looks like you fell down.” And, “Get out of my sight, you twat.” Then finally, what I was dying to hear, “Cum if you want- you stupid fucking cunt.”

“But first- go clean that shit off your face. You look like a used condom.”

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Digging a hole, is that the way you treat me-

“…digging a hole, just tie me up and beat me”

As I mentioned, things have been slow because of the Man’s illnesses. I’ve mainly been donning the role of domestic servant and caretaker as I go about doing the chores and serving Him each day. But as His strength returns, so does His viciousness and cruelty. And when that happens, sometimes I get hit with the reminder of my place like a load of bricks. And although nothing particularly extreme happened, nothing particularly out of the ordinary- last night was one of those times.

We laid entwined on the couch in the living room watching The Sopranos on DVD. A picture of young domestic bliss, we spent the time cuddling and giggling. The episode ended and the credits began playing on the dark screen over the closing music. Suddenly, His eyes darkened and He turned to me. He pulled me tightly to Him in what any onlooker would mistake for a lover’s embrace. Even my own mind seemed to betray me, and I found it carelessly allowing myself to get mixed up in feelings of love and passion and arousal. Visions of Him picking me up and laying me down gently on the mattress on the bedroom and making love to me floated into my mind. Perhaps He sensed this in my response, perhaps not. Either way, I was quickly brought out of my delusions when a hard SMACK! hit me square across the face.

My jaw dropped open and a tear formed at the corner of my eye. Yet, simultaneously, I felt a gush of wetness between my thighs. His hand flew out and grabbed onto my neck. He squeezed and lifted me up by my throat then threw me onto my back on the couch. I tried to gurgle out a few protestations, but all I managed was to choke on some of my own spit. Eventually He released me as His hands went to work tearing off my pants. “God, you’re a fucking slut,” He said with some surprise as He felt my wetness drip across the fingers of the hand He’d used to cup over my cunt. He held me that way for a few minutes to reinforce His complete ownership over that part of my body. I still find that simple action to be such a violation, even after all this time. Nothing like a man just randomly grabbing onto your naked cunt to show you who owns you.

When He’d managed to get my pants off, He held Himself over top of me. He paused for a moment, contemplating my predicament- pinned under His weight- then unleashed a barrage of beating onto my unprotected face. He slapped my face, hard, back and forth. My head lulled from one side to the other. I tried to relax my facial muscles and jaw so that a forceful hit didn’t cause me to accidentally cut open my lip or clamp down on my tongue. Spit began to run down one side of my face and my cheeks reddened. The stinging turned into a throb under the constant abuse. My eyes began to ache. Finally, His chest heaving and face red with the exertion, He stopped. “Stupid cow,” He grunted, “fuck, I don’t give a fuck about you.”

He then grabbed me by the ankles and smashed them down on top of my shoulders so that I was bent in half like a pretzel. There I laid, on my back, between the couch and His body, with my legs over my head and folded in two. In that position, He entered me. I felt Him push forward with a hard thrust and a grunt. “Ow fuck!” I gasped with the pain. “Shut up you fucking cunt!!” He slapped me. “Keep your stupid fucking fat hole of a mouth shut!” I quickly bit my tongue and surpressed a sob. The verbal abuse continued while He kept forcing Himself into me over and over- crushing me down again and again into the divet in the couch. After a few moments, it really started to hit me. Something about the scene- the TV still blaring in the background, my pets wandering around the living room, my suffocating position on the couch crushed underneath Him, and the suddenness in which it all happened- made the whole experience begin to seem surreal. I felt my mind seem to drift outside myself and, from the outside, look in on my body as really being the object that He told me it was. “Of course He’s using me like this,” my outside-self began thinking, “I mean, my body’s really only good for being used as a hole anyway.” And in that moment those thoughts seemed very logical, and true, and I became convinced that the Man pumping on top of me did not see me as a human being. And then I came.

A few more minutes went by, and He finally released my body from underneath Him. I laid, collapsed, on the couch- trying to catch my breath. He stood next to me and grabbed my right arm and began twisting it until I thought it was going to pop right out of its socket. “Ow, ow, ow, ow,” I whimpered pathetically. “Get that fucking hole on your face open you piece of shit, I’m going to dump my load down into the fat garbage sack of a stomach.” I quickly complied and leaned my head over the side of the couch and opened my mouth. After a few quick strokes on His cock, He bent over my face and shot His cum towards it. Streams of it coated my face and hair, but I managed to get most into my mouth. I swallowed and thanked Him, knowing that to do otherwise would be to risk further abuse. “God you’re a mess. You look like such a fucked-out whore.” He said with audible disgust- then He spit on my face and walked away.

God, it’s good to have Him back.

All Apologies

Remember when I said my Master had tonsilitis? Well apparently He had strep AND mono, and had to be admitted to the hospital. So I had to do a lot more caretaking than I originally thought- which led to my unfortunate absence from posting. He’s doing much better now- and though we’ve been careful about fluid exchange (He doesn’t want to damage His property in that way, He claims), hopefully the time for that will end soon and I can be abused as usual.

The Time I- Met Him in Person the First Time

“…meet me in the hotel room, naked.”

“What, Sir?” I asked, not sure that I had just heard Him correctly.

“I said- I want you to meet me in the hotel room, naked. I want you kneeling in the prone position totally undressed when I walk into the room.”

“But Sir, I-”

“No buts, you fucking twat. We do this my way. And my way means the first time you set eyes on me you’re going to be on the ground, no clothes on, mewling at my fucking feet. I want to dispel any pretense of you having dignity right from the start, bitch.”

“Yes, Sir.”


That’s how I ended up, on a dark Friday night, trudging through the rain up to the door of a local luxury hotel. I entered in through the revolving door and dragged myself and my bags from the dark, wet night into the warm glittering glow of the oversized lobby. He had texted me the room number ahead of time, so I ignored the front desk and went straight to the elevators. I took a deep breath and stepped on- pushing the button that would transport me to His floor.

When I stepped off the elevator, I took one look down the hallway and experienced an odd sense of vertigo. Suddenly I was dizzy. I couldn’t tell top from bottom and the hallway seemed like it might stretch on forever. I found that I was having increasing difficulty keeping my composure and wits about me. I’d talked to this Man for months. Seen Him, chatted with Him, followed His every command. Let Him hurt and humiliate me in ways no other man had, or had even thought of. Now I was walking up to the door of a strange hotel room and placing a trembling hand on the doorknob, ready to turn it, at His insistence. The door had been left open a crack for me, both so that I’d know I had the right room and so that I could get in without a key. I turned the handle.

He’d reserved a suite, so that the bedroom and bathroom were off in another area- and when I opened the door at last I was confronted with a long hallway that led down to a (somewhat) empty room. I remembered Him mentioning that He would clear it out to make room for what He was going to ‘do’ to me. I shivered. My instructions had been clear, however, and I was not about to dare to disobey Him. I quickly walked down the padded hallway and set my things down on the floor inside the room. I stripped down out of my clothing and folded it neatly beside me. By this time, my heart was pounding almost out of my chest- and my fingers kept fumbling over buttons and zippers as I struggled out of my clothes. After what seemed like an eternity, I was naked and scrambled to get into position. The fear that I was taking too long, that He was going to walk in before I’d fulfilled His instructions, drove me to move as fast as I was able. I got down on my knees, bowed on the floor, and put my arms out at my sides at 90 degree angles, with my ass raised in the air.

This is a photo from that night, in that hotel room, in that position-




(to be continued…)