there goes another one.
too sick to work today.
too sick to write today.
woke up in the middle of the night feeling as if a fat cock were stuffed down my throat. but no, the Irishman hadn't materialized in the middle of the night. it was my damn tonsils, which made themselves scarce when they were due to be removed and saved their lives. damn tonsils.
they settled down today under the influence of continuous doses of assorted hot liquids. but that didn't help with the razor blades in my throat.
at least when my demon muse tortures me, his ministrations are of limited duration. he beats me, he spanks me, he twists my nipples near to coming off, i scream, i cry, he gets turned on and impresses me with whatever lesson was on the syllabus for the day,
but oh, no, not today. my own body is torturing me, there's nothing arousing about it (except, i must admit, when i write about it in context of what my tormentor wishes he had been doing to me today...), and it doesn't stop.
it was too bad, really. here i was home all day, the house to myself, and the sadist was home because it was too snowy for what he normally would have been doing, and... frustration. i was sick and he was recuperating and while, as he admitted, we are not always all that wise, we were wise enough to know that getting together would have been a very bad idea.
still, there were many e-mails, and a very instructive and arousing and, most important of all, pleasing to him phone call, and then he restored to me the privilege of a form of address which had been denied me since our reunion and i'm feeling wonderfully close to him and highly submissive, and as obedient as someone can be who is always forgetting things...
we have fallen behind schedule due to his own illness, but he has plans to accelerate our progress.
and if i'm very very good, and very very obedient, he just might let me serve him with my (per his own testimonial) hot, tight, wet pussy and my even tighter, never-before-used little butt hole.
enough of this coughing! i've got work to do.