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Name: Jess
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Birthday: 8/28/1979
Gender: Female
Interests: Snowboarding, waterskiing, mountain biking, hike, collecting MP3's, Transgender advocacy.
Expertise: Unix/Linux engineering, LAN/WAN infastructure and security
Occupation: Computer related
Industry: Computers (Internet)
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
12/31/2002
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| Meh-Meh.
Bored. Restless. Wanderlust. Need to escape. Go somewhere, anywhere. Stagnating, getting incredibly fat. Feel like crap all the time.
Made decent money at freelance web stuff, through sheer luck some how. Don't know if it'll hold up, os pursueing opportunities in the job market.
Unresistable urge to sell everything and head for the hills. No stupid people, everyone takes it easy, and just ride for the rest of my life, or until I get a really crappy injury. Some place I could do it cheaply. Cold and snowy. Should have done it this year. Should have done it like I promised someone I would afterwards. Got caught up in the rat race, and got cornered by people with sharp claws and terrible motives.
I have no idea what I want to do. It's terrible.
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| "Thomas Merton wrote, 'There is always a temptation to
diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.'
There is always an enormous temptation in all of life to diddle around
making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for itsy-bitsy years
on end. It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step
aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I
never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the
rest of your days on the edge of rage. I won't have it. The world is
wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more
extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making
whoopie; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or
Lazarus." -Annie Dillard | | |
| I'm so suprised this hasn't been deleted. Sigh. Stress makes me psycho. I think literally.
I got fired. Blam.
Best/Worst thing that ever happened to me. Terrible betrayal by the
company I can't stop thinking about, but I'm stressed out no more.
Originally, I told myself I would only do it for as long as I needed
to. I should have quit the instant I came back.
Being nice to Jen. Can't believe she stands by me through all the crap
I put her through. However, we are now just drifting through life,
aimless, driftless, etc. I have no idea what I want to do. Still
waiting for my last check and severence, have to return some stuff, get
some stuff from the office, that kind of shit. God I hate those
assholes.
I'm starting to think the only winning move in the rat race is not to
play. I'm tired, and looking foward to going to college this fall
for... something. I honestly don't know what.
Have a crazy idea of hiking the appalachian trail to find my purpose,
deal with some things. Not going to happen though... too much many, to
much of this or that. Fucking "Yeahbuts" that crop up all the time.
I guess we could move out west as well. Really should do that even
though it will be hard. Sometimes the right things to do are the
hardest.
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| Random smut. Stop reading now if offended
My trainee of the day steps in the door. I've been waiting for 10 minutes. She is late.
"Stop right there. Turn around." I say. Quickly I get off the couch and move over to her. "Your late"
"Sorry Ma'am" she says.
"Not
yet your not. But we'll fix that." I announce through my grin. "Today’s
training is about realizing your place as a submissive, doing what your
trainer, owner, or others above you want to go, irregardless of whether
you want to or not. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Good."
I say. I pick the leg and arm cuffs off the table. Unbuckling them, I
drew the first arm cuffs slowly from her elbow all the way to her
wrist, letting her feel the fur on the inside before fastening it and
locking it on her wrist. I repeated the same on the other wrist and
both ankles, and began to hear a subtle change in her breathing. I
traced my hands from her wrist down to her armpit and inside her shirt.
Sigh. A bra strap. I move my hands down her body over her stomach and
hips. I slowly travel the hem of her short skirt and she shudders ever
so slightly. I brush my hand up her thighs and feel the elastic at the
leg holes of her panties. "We've done something we shouldn't have,
haven't we?"
"What?" Her nervous voice says.
I take a
double clip from my belt, pulled her hands down and clipped them behind
her back, and spun her around. I smacked her face sharply. "A. You
forgot Ma'am. That's disrespectful. B. You are wearing both panties and
bra. What did my email say?"
Her eyes cast down she says, "Not to wear bra or panties, Ma'am."
"And why did you do that?" I ask
"Because I was embarrassed, and the skirt was so short Ma'am, and the top cut low, Ma'am"
Grabbing
her hair I look into her eyes and say, "That was the point. Don't
worry, we'll make sure you go out later shopping, and get plenty
embarrassed to make up for it." Luckily, I'm prepared. I reach into my
back pocket and grab my shears. I hold them in front of her face and
open and close them. "You aren't really attached to those underwear are
you?" Her eyes go wide. "Sshh. Not a word." I slid them underneath her
top and clip both bra strap, and pull her top up enough to see her
breast poking out of the cups. I slowly cut between the cups until her
breasts spring out, and pull the bra free from the back.
Working
down, I pull up her skirt up and expose her panties. "You know, if you
don't start following directions, you are going to run out of things to
wear!" Slowly I cut along her hips on both sides and pull the
delicately through her crotch. I unclip her arms. "Now, lets try this
again. When you enter the house to train, you will not wear bra or
panties, or we can repeat this exercise till you have nothing to wear
slut. Upon entering you will take off your shoes, place them neatly on
the floor, and take off all your clothes. Your clothes will then be
folded neatly and placed on top of your shoes. Then kneel on the
doormat. Understand?"
"Yes Ma'am" she says, eyes cast downwards.
"Good.
Now go outside, come in, and do it right. I would do it quickly before
one of your neighbors notices your interesting wrist and ankle
accessories."
"Yes Ma'am" She goes outside closes the door, and
comes right back in. Shoes come off gracefully and are set on the
floor. Her top is pulled off, exposing her exquisite breasts, and
folded on top of the shoes. Finally she wriggles of out her skirt and
places it neatly folded on her top. She kneels, and places her hands
behind her head.
"Good girl" I pat her head the way you would
pet and obedient dog. I unclip the leash I had around my waist like a
belt and hook it to her collar. "Follow. On all fours." I lead her to
the center of the living room. Reaching into my toy bag I extract a set
of nitrile gloves and put them on. "Usually I don't need these, but
your an especially dirty girl" Making someone feel like an object is an
art. Few things do it better than an inspection. "Inspect" She stands
up and places her hands at her neck. I run my hands through her hair,
touch her ears. My left hand reaches out and grabs the hollow of her
cheeks and forces her mouth open. I look inside, stick a finger in and
brush it over her teeth like she is a farm animal up for sale. I move
my hands down, feel her arms and move to her breasts, cupping them in
my hands, and rubbing my thumbs over the nipples, elicited a sharp
intake of breath. I move down to her hips, and run a finger across her
pussy lip before feeling her legs.
"Everything seems to be in
order,” I proclaim. "However, you've been very, very bad, and I will
have to punish you for this. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"What are you being punished for?" I ask
"For being late, and wearing underwear when told not to Ma'am" She says
"Good
girl. Get on all fours facing the couch." I say on my way to the
fridge. I pull my Kroger bag out of the fridge and grab a paring knife
and some plastic wrap. I sit on the couch and face her, taking my
surprise out of the plastic wrap. "Do you know what this is?"
"No Ma'am" She says, confused.
I
start to carve it with a knife, not even looking at her. "It's ginger.
It's your punishment. I have a small plug of ginger completed, and
start on the second one. "You'll love it" I wink. The second plug is
completed. I get behind her and slowly work the first plug into her
anus. It's small, so it slips right in. The second one I slid into her
waiting cunt. "Someone is wet." I grab her hair. "Dirty, Dirty slut."
as I slide it home. I rolled the plastic wrap around her hips a couple
of times, and then in between her legs to hold everything in. "Does it
hurt?"
"No Ma'am"
"Good". I love the time delay effect of
ginger. I take a minute to get going. I use the time to gag her in a
secure head harness with interchangeable gags (Using the ball gag at
this time). I have her roll over and connect her arm and leg cuffs to
spreader bars. I can see her start to squirm. "Starting to burn a
little?"
"Mmrmmphh!"
"Great! You just stay right there" I
snicker. Reaching into my bag of tricks I pull out a jar Vicks, a pair
of clover clamps, and a elastic strap. I rub my hands gently over her
nipples, slowly brushing them against until I see her back slowly arch
towards my hand when I pull away. Slowly I attach the clover clamps to
her nipples. I attach the elastic strap to the leg spreader bar to put
some downward tension, and her whimper into the gag. "Oh, we aren't
done yet!" I scoop some Vicks out of the jar and coat her nipples,
working around the clamps. I set my timer for 10 minutes.
At 3
minutes in the gentle moans start turning into screams, her face
contorting. I place a pillow on top of the top spreader bar, and sit on
it, cradling her head in my lap. "I know, I know it hurts. It hurts
because you disobeyed, and did what I told you not to. Understand?" Her
head nods in between sobs. "That's my good girl. It's going to be o.k.,
and you are going to learn you lesson, and never do that again.
5
minutes. Gentle whimpers. I take a few slivers of ginger and slide them
under the plastic wrap and directly on to her clit, the plastic wrap
pressing them into place. I hold her head and she tries to writhe away.
The screaming starts again soon, and I pet her head, whispering in her
ear the whole time, telling her why she is punished, and how she won't
have to go through this again if she is a good girl.
8 minutes. Back to low moans. I take the tension off the nipple clamps, and look into her eyes. "Ready?"
"Mmpphrr !!!!!" She shakes her head violently.
"Too
bad. I am!" I release the nipple clamps suddenly. She screams as her
back arches and she jerks up, and the tears flow again and fad into
whimpering.
Finally it's time. I use my shears to cut off the
plastic wrap, remove the ginger, and use soothing cortisone wipes over
her tortured pussy and ass. I can see she is dazed, floating. "There,
it's all better. You where a very good girl, and took your punishment
well."
My bag of tricks isn't done yet. I pull out my special
toy. It's a Hitachi magic wand with a dildo fitted onto a rod that is
strapped to the side of the magic wand. It's her dildo, bought for her
so I don't have to worry about perpetually cleaning things. I put a
cover on the magic wand, and plug it in. "Good girls get rewards." She
is deliciously wet, and the dildo slides right into her. I hit the
switch on the magic wand, and she jumps. Her eyes start to roll back in
her head, and suddenly I can't tell whether the purring is coming from
her, or the vibe pushed against her clit. I unclip her feet, and place
the rod between the soles of her feet, so she can push it in and out.
Instantly she starts to do so, and I smile.
I can't let her have all the pleasure. I straddle her and unbutton my top. Reaching back, I turn off the magic wand.
"Aaammmphhh!!" She grinds against the Hitachi.
I
smack her face lightly. "You aren't getting off the pleasure, slut".
Unfastening the front clip on my bra, I push my tits in her face, and
she begins licking. At least she remembered that lesson: Anything put
to you lips must be kissed, licked, or sucked, depending on what it is.
I start to moans, and reach back to turn on the vibe. She is an expert,
rolling her tongue around my nips exquisitely, and sucking while
licking the tips. I feel her thrusting against the dildo with all her
might. She was close...
I shut off the vibrator and got up. "Enjoy?"
"MmAAA!!!"
I unclip the gag.
"Please Ma'am! Please turn it back on!?!?? Please !?!?" She pleads.
"Nope, sorry. I want you nice and horny for what's to come."
Next part two... shopping
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| Feeling much better today. Raring to go, and swelling has decreased
quite a bit, life is getting easier. Watched the last samuari and top
gun. Usually can't stand Tom cruise. But I don't have anything else
today. Tommorrow stitches get removed. looking forward to that like a
root canal. But hopefully I'll be able to get around more. | | |
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