Interstellar Overdrive

Fri, 19 Mar 2010 00:20:54 GMT

I am in sore need of an outlet these days. Not even necessarily sexual, though who am I kidding, that would be preferred. With most of my coworkers fired or quitting, I'm working absurd hours to keep the store afloat, and most nights there's no motivation to seek action of any kind. It's in times like these when a dominant can really use a very motivated, initiative-taking sub. Sometimes it's hard for anyone to get out of a rut, and there's often nothing quite like rutting to make that happen, heh.

With Winter over, there's more opportunity for getting out of the house, and that's a start for feeling better. Having an iPhone now (one of the perks of long hours is an abundance of cash) I can even keep track of all of you depraved little bitches from wherever I go. I bet that 1/3 of those interesting guys you see out on the boardwalk surfing the web on their phones are checking out the latest naughty community posting, or reading an e-mail of worship from their respective bitches. Think about that when you see them out there, folks!

In other random news, let's see. Picked up the new Gorillaz album, which I can take or leave at this point. Picked up the new Peter Gabriel album, which is gorgeous. Also geekily eating up the newest Tron and Iron Man trailers.

Ciao for now.

Boringness Abounds

Mon, 18 Jan 2010 03:35:23 GMT

Maybe I'm going to post more, maybe not. I do feel a touch guilty about not contributing much anymore. I developed this sentiment recently, as I bought an iPhone and found myself with not much to do on the bus ride to work. I flicked through my e-mails. and saw messages from many folks here (mostly from interesting and frisky young ladies), some deleted and purged, and figured it was a shame I never stuck around. I do wonder what you're all up to.

So we'll see if I can keep up the writing, I suppose. I haven't exactly been up to anything interesting lately.

Back in the Saddle

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 03:30:21 GMT

Got hired back on to animate as a freelancer! Finally, a renewed sense of purpose. Now I get to go back to waking up before noon. Well, guess it can't all be great.

A fine young thing I was pursuing for a few months completely vanished off my radar for a week, then reappeared on someone's arm. Apparently my sub-sensors are faulty and require maintenance. I suppose I'll be busy with getting back into the working habit for the next couple of weeks anyway.

In other news, Batman was really awesome, but I still enjoyed Wall-E more.

Summer's hot, everything else is not

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 18:37:58 GMT

Well, the birthday has come and gone, now entering 27 years old. Highlights include our bowling party (old school, I know) being interrupted by a youth group sermon and my pet announcing that she's getting married and therefore would like to be released. What can I say to that? She's my friend as well as my toy, and I let her go with my blessing. On the upside, she's happier than she's been in quite some time, as her work has become downright oppressive and we rarely had any time together anyway. As for me, I suppose I'm in the market again, though I think I'm going to put the more...intense aspects fo my sex life on the back burner for the time being. Probably because I don't want to wind up losing another good one like this. Thank goodness for Rock Band to take my mind off of things.

Laid (off)

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 02:19:57 GMT

Yeah, my job runs out next week unless we get a new project in. Not a lot of enthusiasm here.

Oh well, at least Rock Band is fun.

Ugh.

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 16:32:16 GMT

This is why I never nag people to write more often. I am downright swamped these last few weeks. Hopefully I'll have something to say after Labour Day.

For her.

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 12:33:17 GMT

Does bitch want to play?

I bet she does.

You've been in the closet too long. In the dark and away from your Master. You need that door to open up again, so you can get out into the light and have Master's eyes on you, looking over every last bit of you. Is your breathing getting ragged, slave? Just knowing that Master is looking at you, surveying his possession, getting ready to use you for his lust, makes you go weak in your knees and wet between them.

I'm here now, bitch. My little cockslave. What do you need?

You know the answer.

Kneel for me. Close your eyes, open your mouth. Ask politely.

Hm, no that just won't do. Not for a cumsucking little fucktoy like you. You should be begging, moaning for it. Try that instead, bitch.

You feel a fist in your hair and sense the hint of something familiar inches from your mouth. You crane your neck slightly, part your lips and stick your tongue out, desperate to taste that Cock and to serve your Master. With a sudden thrust, Master pulls your head forward and jams his Cock into your warm mouth. Unable to calculate how much you needed this, all words turn to moans as you devour the Cock. If you had your way that hard shaft would never leave your throat, would it? Better to think about Master's way, though. He'll give you as much as he feels you deserve.

Sucking away, nearly gagging yourself to have this Cock further and deeper, you want it to fill your insides, you want to be nothing but a perfect, pleasurable wrapping for your Master's Meat.

But now, it's leaving your mouth. Your moans becomes whimpers, almost tears as your tongue and lips say a bitter goodbye to that dominating rod.

Hands and knees, bitch. Hands and knees.

You assume the position, forgetting the sadness of the Cock leaving your mouth and feeling instead the tingle of anticipation from knowing that Master is going to use your other holes. Master wants you to be less than a slave now, slut. What are you? You respond, degrading yourself for him with your own words. Fuckhole. Cocktube. Cumbucket. Master spanks you hard, hard as he ever has. Again, again and again. Before you can even get used to the delicious war glow that stings your ass, Master's Cock is in your pussy. Out again. Spank. In. Out again. Spank. In. You lose count. You lose control. You lose your mind. The only words that come to mind are "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me".

Kiss, slave.

You know the command, and though sad that Master has finished with your cunt, you look forward to what's next. turning around after He exits you, you plant a deep, loving, adoring kiss on the head of Master's Cock. You taste yourself and Him, and your head reels again.

Ass up, slave. Ass up.

Back to your hands and knees, your brain buzzing at the command. you lift your ass as high as you can, and lower your shoulders to be flush with the floor. Two hands grip your ass, one at either hip, and you're told to beg. Oh, how you love to beg. And for this! You make your case, feeling your Master's Cock rub lewdly against your ass even as you plead for it to be stuffed into your horny asshole. Master corrects you. It is not 'your' asshole. It is Master's slut's asshole. The thought makes you whimper, and as you sigh with joy, the Cock pushes deep into your bottom. The tightness makes you squirm, but Master corrects your movement with stern spankings and tugs at your hair.

Sound off, bitch. Profess your love.

As you writhe beneath the dominance of Master's Cock, you moan and speak in hurried breathing. You speak of how you love to serve, of how you crave Master's Cock in your obedient ass, of how you exist to satisfy Master's appetites and pledge your love to his Cock. All the while, Master thrusts deeper, harder, filling you to capacity.

Is bitch hungry?

You nod furiously, desperate to be filled with Master's Love.

I will cum in your ass, and then you may feed, slave.

You nod again, your mouth open with desire and your eyes shut tight with aching lust.

You feel it.

Master is cumming in your ass.

Master is cumming in his slut's ass.

Feed.

You pull yourself off Master's Cock quickly and turn around, mouth open wide. No hands, slave. You didn't have to be told. You close your mouth around Master's pulsing Cock and suck away happily, Tasting your favourite meal and swallowing every drop. Your senses are ignited, your head spins. Everything you are, every thought and fiber of your being collapses around this moment, devouring Master's Lust to please Him and satisfy your need.

The flow slows, and stops. Master withdraws his cock, and lets it rub against your face. you open your mouth and bat your eyelids, gasping and cooing with appreciation as the last of Master's Cum marks your face as his property. As your heart rate returns to normal, Master leads you back to your little dark space, to let you sleep a while. Soon enough though, when the taste disappears from your mouth, when the ache in your insides returns, you paw quietly at the door, and wait for the Footsteps.

Does bitch want to play?

Love,

Master

My poor slave girl (yes, I have one) has been terribly busy with work. As we're both still young, I'm not about to make her deep six her career because it's nice to see her being somewhat successful. Being from an island, her internet is often inadequate. So, to surprise her and help her take some stress off, I wrote her something (usually it's the other way around) for her to think about until I can put her to use next. She has shown gratitude, but only as much as she can safely show from her work station this morning. Later on, though, I think she'll be showing gratitude of a kind more faithful to the story I wrote.

Ugh.

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 04:06:16 GMT

Work has been very busy lately, and I don't get to go camping this weekend like I'd hoped. Someone cheer me up with root beer, or a blow job, or both. Thanks in advance.

Robots in Disguise

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 21:12:26 GMT

Transformers is fucking awesome. Go see it.

I'm afraid my life isn't much more interesting than that right now.

Etc.

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 21:04:53 GMT

It's quite shitty out today. My roommate and I went to the local EB and he picked up this beat game, I forget the name, but it has a very cool mix of a David Bowie tune I already liked on it. When he's done playing it I'm gonna hit the Wii for a while. Can't wait for the new Smash Bros game comes out for that.

Hm. Boring days like this make me detest singularity. That's nice guy code for "I could go for a blowjob right now". Can think of a few candidates for the position, too (coworkers AND some of you livejournalettes) Ah well. For now I'll turn on some music and draw for a while I guess.

Hey Ho.

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 01:36:55 GMT

Hello, Livejournal. Home of countless strangenesses. Perhaps I'll write on you while I'm not working the days away. And of course I'll read all the other lovely ones. It's always nice starting something new. The trick will be keeping up with it.