Heading north

I've been bad. I've been roaming around and leaving comments here and there rather than being responsible and creative on my own blog to make up for my coming few days away.

I'm heading north to visit my aged parents on their sixty-somethingth anniversary. They are quite old, more or less 90 each, and have their full wits about them, so I am very lucky, although I don't see them very often because it works better than way. By the third day... well I'll leave it at that. I'll just say that it gets tricky if I stay more than 2 nights.

So I'll drive up in the morning and arrive tired and crabby and wishing I had been on chat with the sadist all day rather than driving. And I'll lie in bed at night wishing I could masturbate as compensation for not having the cats sharing my bed, while I think of what it feels like when my Master spanks me. How it hurts - even though I know for most people it's not that hard a spanking - but it hurts my butt and it hurts my pride and it hurts my sense of devotion that I let him down and he feels he has to correct me, to punish me, to hurt me.

And I like it. Oh yeah, of course, it turns me on, I get all wet and gooey, you should have seen me after this last visit. I stuck my finger in and scooped out copious evidence of how that punishment turned me on. But the real reason I like being spanked is because it works. It works on 2 levels. The first is that it sets even deeper my sense of submission - and specifically of submission to him. And the second is that it does make a vivid impression on my brain as well as on my bottom of the lesson he is trying to teach me. (He did love how beautifully rosy pink my ass was after he was done. He does enjoy hurting me, my sadistic Master.)

It's embarrassing, in a way, that I can't keep his lessons in my brain without periodic sadistic refresher courses. But I am very grateful when he punishes me, grateful that he repeatedly thinks I'm worth the effort. (The other day he told me that when he first got me I was not at all "service-ready." Now that hurt. I'm better now. But obviously not better enough. He'll get me there, though. If anyone can, he will.)

I don't think I will post while I'm away, as I will be using my parents' computer, but your comments show up in my e-mail so I will enjoy hearing from you all.

Which reminds me. Every so often, I notice in the stats that someone is reading from a place that has meaning for me - or else proximity. I am very curious about someone who is reading here with a University of Maryland account. Now don't get freaked - I don't know who you are. But I'm curious - and a little unnerved - at having a fan that close to home. I'd love it if you'd e-mail me. You can do it from the profile page. I'm not asking for a real identity, but would just love to hear from you. Thanks.

Until Monday night at the earliest,
o.g.