i wish ... i wish ... i wish ...

but, my Mistress rarely grants me that privilege.

marks of HER territory

a not so subtle reminder that my Mistress can and will be delighted to leave Her tread marks all over Her/my carpet and anyplace else where She cares to trample.

stomp

after She left that day, i found myself inextricably drawn to Her tread marks. They were literally all over my carpet. ... wanting so much to be ground and stamped into that carpet ... to feel Her heavy vibram soles stomp, grind, and crush my face into a cartilaginous goo. *sigh*

O/one can dream, can't they? *sigh*

just a bench ... i saw today ... with ... a ... message

i was taking a walk in a park and i came about this lonely, solitary, rough hewn bench. it's message was clear, direct and certainly past the edge of vanilla.

a heart marX or mars the spot

i was working in my Mistress's kitchen late one afternoon being vigilant to clean up after the prior evenings tawdry escapades. i scooped up the assortment of empty wine and cocktail glasses that lay littered about Her apartment and deposited them in the sink for a good soaking. i hadn't noticed that She had suddenly snuck behind me. i turned startled. She stood in front of me cockily with a with a grin more akin to a smirk, tossing and catching a small empty glass with one hand.

"you missed one pet." She said with a dash of wide eyed mischief.

"no .... I didn ...."
but, before i could finish my sentence She smashed the glass hard into into my forehead. Her strike knocked me loopy for a bit. i reached up and felt the telltale wetness and then quickly scanned my fingertips for crimson ... blood.

"something the matter pet?"
She scanned my face for a tethered response.
my head was throbbing and i thought ii ssaww ttwwoo ooff eevveerryytthhiinngg.
"i'm seeing double Mistress."
She grabbed my chin and peered into my eyes. i'm not sure why.
"really? how delightful!. imagine what you would feel like it i clobbered you with this?"
She pointed to a large, heavy crystal vase that held all of her pens. "you would be down for the count i do believe." i smiled with a fuzzy grin. She grabbed my phone and snapped some candids. patted my cheeks and said, "now be a good boy and clean up my kitchen.

i really like this quote. it is quite empowering. while the intent here for the most part is true, without chemistry, affection or trust there can be no relationship.

more signs in the media that times are changing

from ear to bloody ear ...

my Mistress has a delightful sadistic and painful tendency to stab and poke me with any available sharp object. this includes knives, and other assorted sharp, pointed and jagged cutlery. She seems to get a rapacious, bloodthirsty jolt from making me bleed.
the other day She pulled me into Her bathroom and poked me unmercifully and repeatedly in the face with an unreasonably sharp and pointy pair of tweezers She generally used for plucking.

as the game continued, Her strikes were delivered with greater velocity, precision and pinpoint accuracy. it soon became apparent to me that i had become nothing more than a human prick cushion. She stabbed me hard several times in the forehead, leaving delightful minute, yet deep punctures. but it was near my jawline which presented Her with the best bloody flow. in no time the cuts that She had pierced and perforated my neck with were pooling and cascading down the contours of my neck and being absorbed by the collar of my t-shirt.

"Mmmmmmmmm ... so much bleeding." She playfully balled up Her fist and punched me gut hard in the stomach.

"Such a good boy." She faked a poke and patted my cheek.

i dabbed at the new open wounds with a tissue to stop the bleeding. then i asked her to take a few pics. here are the results of that afternoon of fun.

the right cross ... "Like you have a choice."

i was driving my Mistress the other day back to Her lair. unbeknownst to me She had taken one of my bandannas and wrapped Her fist tightly. then abruptly and without provocation She launched two lightning quick jabs and a powerful right cross and smacked me hard in the face. it stunned me and i lurched and swerved a bit outside of my driving lane.

"why did Y/you do that for Mistress?" i queried rubbing my reddened cheek.

my Mistress had a playful glint in Her eyes. "Because I want to ... and I can." i looked at Her questioningly and said< "i'm not sure if i like that while i'm driving."

narrowing Her eyes She stared at me, laughed and said< "oh yeah, like you have a choice?" for the first time, i realized what those words truly signified for me. i shuddered. She was right, i didn't have a choice. more and more, i was being absorbed and used ... a plaything for Her sadistic pursuits, delights and pleasures. and yet, i have never felt more of a purpose in my life, than i do so now.

"Now shut-up and drive". i watched as She stretched and yawned. I'm going to catch a little bit of sleep before W/we arrive home. Drive safe pet, or i'll beat your ass."

with a poke and a prick

a couple of months or so ago i went over to my Mistresse's apt. She had just finished drinking a substantial amount of wine and alcohol and was fingering one of the long, thin skewers that had the remaining remnants of a pork kabob dangling from. i walked into the kitchen and immediately began to tidy it up. this was naturally expected of me.

She playfully twirled the bamboo skewer between Her nimble fingers, flinging bits of well aimed globules of grease teasingly in my direction.

"W/we want to go out to get something to eat tonight." She leaned back on the counter in front of the sink taping Her fingers in an erratic pattern against the formica surface. i watched with intense interest as She fingered the skewer, probing the fleshy parts of Her index fingers with the wooden point.

"What do You think fishface? She stepped toward me speaking matter of factly almost nose to nose. "Hmmmmm?" i got a sickening feeling as i felt the wooden point of the skewer puncture the flesh underneath my chin. i flinched, but my Mistress would not remove the point and i saw the delight curve itself around the features of Her face and end in a sardonic grin.

"Awwwwwwwwe, look at what You have made Me do? and now your blood is dripping all over my clean kitchen floor." She stared cold and intently at me, like a lioness plotting Her next stealth before the kill."I asked you a question pescado, Where should we eat tonight?" each of those words was punctuated with another prick and a seditious taunt and giggle. my cheeks, and the skin behind my right ear was now pooling and dripping a copious amount of blood. but this was not sufficient or satisfying enough for Her. i felt Her jab my other cheek forcefully and now it was bleeding as well. my Mistress came into the bathroom and looked me over. She poked playfully under my chin. "That's all I needed to know pet. Now, clean up the mess in the kitchen and find my keys. Please be quick about it as I'm very hungry."

Sado Mazo - Submision