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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Space Trucking

"You need to suffer a little, I think." Daddy looked at mouse with that sideways look he gives her, while toying with a long length of rope. He asked mouse to undress and light candles. Soon the room was awash in candlelight, and he came toward mouse like hunter stalking easy prey. In the coolness of the room mouse shivered as he blindfolded her and kissed her softly. Instinctively mouse understood that would be final gesture of kindness he'd show her.

Soon, mouse was bound, gagged, spread wide open to him, while he spanked her pussy with a belt (?), not hard at first, but the pain increased slowly. He paused for a moment, saying how unbelievably wet mouse was and just touched his lips to her clit, causing her mind to explode. His fingers deftly toyed with the splayed mouse, as his fingers stretched and forced their way deep inside. Quite honestly, mouse was long gone mentally by the time he got his whole fist buried inside. He growled that she was going to be ruined as he pushed hard making her orgasm that much more delicious. All mouse could think was, "ooh yes Master ruin your slave."

It's funny and rather odd to mouse about how when her headspace is out there and lost in the throws of subspace, he's never Daddy. He's Master. Not sure what that means -- is it merely mouse's way of keeping the man separated from the sadist? A long while later, where mouse has no idea what happened, except that she knows she was well fucked and it would seem every hole invaded. The first thing she recalled in some detail, as opposed to mental snapshots, was in the bathtub, his body cradling mouse's protectively. Words couldn't be formed, focus on detail proved impossible.

The next thing mouse recalled, being out of the tub, standing before the mirror. Daddy was behind her, nude, pressing himself against her body as she looked at the welts and bruises. "Look how beautiful you are to me mouse!" he said forcing her to her knees. He positioned her so she could see herself sucking him -- in fact he told her to watch.

It's hard to watch and concentrate on sucking him, but in retrospect that might have been the point. He stopped her and dragged her back toward the tub bending her over the side and spanked her with a brush. And again, mouse was vanquished to the dark recesses of her mind.

The next thing mouse recalled she thinks it was over, but mouse was deeply confused and for some reason thought or felt she was still in front of the mirror trying to suck him properly. Perhaps it was a vivid dream? The need was unbearable and unrelenting.

"Please Master...please" mouse softly mewed. Finding his cock, mouse just licked and sucked it without abandon.

A voice filling her head as his cock filled her mouth.

That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell;
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.

Song selection: Space Trucking; Deep Purple


8 comments:

  1. I know this is a random question (i figure you should be used to this by now) but would you be able to retain that position if you were not bound?

    I cant, im really bad at it, if im not tied down then i will try to escape..this bothers me because i should be able to keep still i think.

    x

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    1. Hi tori,

      During the spanking part...ooh ya. Must be tied up, fisting tho, he's done that other times and mouse wasn't bound....but he will position himself so she can't close her legs or move much..

      Hugs,
      mouse

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  2. Im back because well, i looked to see if you had email address on your blog but you dont, anyway the bossman said that it could come accross that i am being intrusive with some of the comments/questions i make here and well i know you have said previously you dont mind my rambles but im a bit concious that maybe i am intrusive and i dont mean to be.

    anyway thats just been playing on my mind since he said it and if i do ever say something thats invasive in any way please just tell me to mind my own business lol

    x

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  3. You're never a bother! Tried to email but the email on your profile bounced :(

    You can always send mouse a comment with your email in it....daddy won't publish it. Or you can write to him at ascoundrelsguide at gmail....

    Hugs,
    mouse

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  4. Lovely, very moving post mouse. Fine ending to it with that Shakespeare sonnet, too. I know this is a trite remark, but ... what a master of words he was.

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    1. Thanks...honestly mouse searched through Daddy's book of sonnets for hours it seemed, to find the right one...LOL...Ya, should have just asked him....

      Hugs,
      mouse

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