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Mariel is MIA
2021-04-30 12:33:42 (UTC)

Called in sick today

So, yeah, i called in sick today. A friend of M's dropped by and stayed too late for us to play Wednesday, as planned. That didn't help my concentration at work yesterday, but boo hoo for me. Yeah, right.

So when i got home last night, both M and Rottie greeted me at the door. i knew it was on. The command was given. Disrobing in front of them is always both unnerving and exciting. To be naked in front of a clothed man sets the tone, further emphasized by his hand guiding me to a kneel. We would eat dinner and would relax a bit with some tv. Apparently, there was a sports thing on, who the Dolphins and Giants would have on their team next year took precedence, plus extended the evening for me. 9 o'clock became 11 when he started to get serious. He sent me to the bathroom to put on makeup. I don't wear much at work really. Just some eye liner and mascara. But he likes the mascara that isn't water proof and the garish lipstick. I obliged, as well as to my usual pre play routine.

He brought out that restraining collar. It smelled of new leather. If i thought his touch on my neck chilled me, the placement of the cuffs and linking them to the collar sent that zing directly to my core.

Rising was easy, but climbing the stairs to the playroom was not. I never gave a thought how balance, especially when climbing stairs, is related to arm motion. He offered no help, so i sat on the step and used my legs to climb. They followed.

It started the moment i found my way to the playroom. He dragged me across the floor and laid me out on the day bed. I saw the candles and matches. For the next half hour- he watched the news as toyed - he dripped wax on me, just under the collar to toe. The wax is made for this, but still, it burns more than i'd like. I'll bet he wasn't happy in having me skip waxing for the past couple months.

Having my hands shackled to my neck was new for me. In a way, it was so more exposing than the ceiling chains or belly chain restraints. With those, there is some ability to move my body in withdrawl. With my wrists bound near my head, i'd topple over, even in a nadu. He looked over to the toy table and ask me if the dental gag would be necessary. I shook my head no, my mouth opening wide for him.

He was violent, but the right level of violence, if anyone can understand that. He's the smaller side of average, so i can easily handle him, though this time, he was more...something. Harder? wider? but something. Maybe his hormone treatments. He went at me until i begged him to stop. He did. He knows me. But after a brief rest, we repeated until he was bored. He video'd everything. He showed me a picture of myself. I achieved his desired effect.

By 1, we were in the bedroom where he basically wailed on me with his homemade rope loops. Something he learned in his training, though for what purpose, i can only guess. After a few warmups, he began in earnest. The bedroom has the tv link, so i could see the red lines rise from my pale white skin. This part didn't last long, mostly because it can't. I am no superwoman with steel skin. But then he asked me if he could give me 2 more. Despite knowing what was coming, i gave a hard yes. He offered the black painted loops to my face. i kissed them, as he silently prompted. They hurt. A lot. He put a lot into them. The 2 welts he raised are now scabbed. Reminders.

He put the rope loops aside on the nightstand while I waited, still on my belly. I was a mess, just as he wanted. Perhaps more importantly, just as I wanted. Why i am like this, i don't understand. But i am like this and i am happy. And i am ready. I was only disappointed in a way that he ignored my cunt. But he was inside me none the less and even through his aggression, there was love, caring.

When playtime was over, I was exhausted, but it was hard to find a position to get comfortable in. Though he gave me breaks to extend my arms, they still ached from the 4 hours of being bent at the elbows. Finally sleep..

And at 6 AM, I called in sick. No lie.




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