I'm needy. Greedy. The closer I get to seeing Him the more salacious I become. He knows it too. I mean I have to ask him every time I cum, so of course he knows. He tells me I have a needy cunt. And that he knows how to take care of it. That makes time move even s l o w e r . And I bought a new book yesterday to complete my torture. It's pure S/M trash. The Master calls the slave names, and it makes me hot. He fucks her- it makes me hot. He beats her for his enjoyment, it makes me hot. People watch, it makes me hot. He loans her out- well, you get the picture. The book in itself though, isn't that superb. I discussed with Master last night- how obvious it is, when reading BDSM literature- what writers are really living the lifestyle, and which ones are writing about a fantasy they have used to fuel their masturbation for the last so many years. All the typical power exchange activities are there. Wrote out in fuckably wonderful scenarios. But the reality piece of it is missing. The emotions of being in that moment fall flat. It is how you would write about something you have heard about but never really was part of, or fully understood it.
Good thing I'm easy like that :)
After I see him this weekend I'll spread out my own little piece of literary genius for the world. Can abuse at the hands of a talented man ever truly be portrayed poorly? If words fail me- I can always use pictures. :)
3 days. Yeah, I'm getting giddy. It will certainly take one hell of a beating to get my head on straight. Hope he's up to it.. *G
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