Weekly Journal

I am not sucking or fucking you

I know how but I don’t feel like it 

Yes I do feel like people “bother” with each other 

So don’t bother me (when I have displayed no interest)

I am not inviting or welcoming

I am kind and generous 

I am faithful and fruitful 

I am goddess

I like to make predictions in my life. Send prayers. Have dreams. And believe in them. Right now I want to try to predict the situations that others maybe desire but have not explored and give them the opportunity to try it out with me. I am a mistress and a lover. And one man will impress me, if I try them on. 

My new plaything really impressed

so all week I’ve been so happy 

I want more but not desperately 

I can’t believe that I can feel control like this

self control

knowing that I’m such a bad ass that I can command someone else

after the things I conquer all the time

and especially someone who is a hard worker too

they aren’t actually pathetic, just like all the things I wanted to conquer didn’t make me pathetic 

nothing wrong with readying your lover for a good ride

and when the sex is actually good, I can part for months and wonder if that fine thing will come back 

I become the absolute worst. I let that down for a minute when this man pleased me

But the problem is I know there’s more that excites me and he needs to give me

more that I haven’t tasted

i don’t want to throw the man away, but at this point I haven’t held a high enough protocol

or maybe it isn’t too late to get strict on him 

i dont want domination to mean leaving a bunch of collateral damage

men that have earnestly but can’t be exactly the one I want to train

but as I said in an earlier post 

rudenes is my rule now. I love disrespect from both sides so as long as that happens early

its fair play from there

If you desire to have a conversation with me. Just know I’m going to make you hate me

Fucking mad at myself it’s been two seems and no journal fuck 

I complain about the very thing I take advantage of. What a spoiled little bitch I am. Yes this blog is just an odd mix of rantings. I will be degrading, judgmental and ugly. 
I’m not a polite woman. I hope you get the impression that I’m mad at you. I might be. I’m so let down by others. 
You hold my attention and promise to hold me there as intensely as I ask. I’m getting used to it. I’ll do anything you ask me to like your little puppy. Fuck me

Open me up I’m delicious. I am not respectable. I’m a fuck hole. You honor me anyway. Like being wet and gripping your cock is only the start of my glory. I bite and lick and suck. I tell you what I feel. 
I feel good. That’s what I am concerned about. I truly believe you want a spoiled brat in your life. You need to see how loved I am. That I demand more of you.

Patrick returns from the store without her wine. He says it isn’t feminine for her to drink. And her smoking should end too. Laney disregards the incident and does something else. 
Attending to her Sudoko and responding to messages. Patrick sits behind her and rubs her neck. He removes an hand to grope his hard cock, then returns to massaging Laney. She notices and moans. 
Tell me what you did today. She knows she’s in for it. This is his way of saying “I’m taking an interest in you” and she knew this meant the sweetest kind of torture. When he takes an interest, you’re his furniture, you will be put to work, and you will enjoy yourself in all the humiliation. 
Earlier Laney sent pictures of herself to Patrick at work. Before that Laney spent $6000. Patrick doesn’t care about Laneys pleasure until he lays an eye on her. That withdrawal was out of line. 
Laney did not have a problem with drinking but a woman needed to know her place. 
Patrick was numbly irritated with her and forgot about her often. Returning home to her, he did the healthiest thing he could. 
He had the gag in his khaki pants as he approached her from behind. He put the gag in her mouth. Realizing she reaches for his cock and looks into his eyes. “I know how much you hate anal bitch”

She remembers the combination of actions she uses as a safe word. His cock entered her asshole lathered in oil and hard as rock. Her ass was tight but ready and clean. 
She knew the kinds of punishments she got for certain behaviors and spending that much was going to mean having a clean asshole ready and no plans at all. 
Standing in the kitchen, fucking her asshole with cooking oil she begs him to stop. He lights the stove next to them thrusting slowly to keep hard. He heats up a knife with the flame.

She trusts him and she has allowed fear to be used. Cutting or burning are hard limits. She gets excited for the idea that he could break her rules. He knows she will push herself to new heights with him because he is always touching the edges of what is unwanted. She knows he won’t completely cross those lines.

Pushing her limitations is what she never knew how to ask for. She had to find it in him. As he heats up the knife red hot she starts to doubt and does the first action in a serious for a full stop. 
“You wouldn’t stop this now bitch right when I’m about to cum. You know what I’m going to do to you so I can finish? You know how much I love to make you scream”

This reassured her that she was dealing with the same man as always, she loosened up and let him switch between her pussy and asshole easily. Her pussy was so wet it glided and she had an orgasm. He turned the stove off.