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Her thoughts were not pure ,
She didn’t dream of candy ,
She wanted things deemed deviant , with a dude named Randy.
The boys at school teased her and called her a dirty slut.
If only they had known that she would take it in the butt.
But no one knew , she couldn’t tell
She kept her thoughts inside
Until that day she met a man that brought the slut to life.
He tied her up , he smacked her ass , he called her nasty bitch. He made her Fuck , he made her suck , he made her beg for it.
Her days were filled with learning what her Master liked ,
Her desires were realized under the cover of night.
“What a good girl”!, Master exclaimed after months of training.
“You have earned a treat , my dear. A party in your honor. We aren’t having gifts or cake or even a pinata. There will be lots and lots of dick , all wanting up inside ya.”
Here she was , just herself , just a dirty slut. He had made her proud to be fucked in the butt.
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Men are not as complicated.
His fantasy has sandlewood to ground him , patchouli is an aphrodisiac , a little cinnamon to get his blood pumping and a touch of lavender so he will stay calm.
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A long time ago in a land far far away there lived a slut. She lived in the last castle on the left with her Master , she called Him Dragon. She was happy and felt so lucky that Dragon had found her because slut had not always been happy …….
Before Dragon got her slut lived with her evil step mother and her step sister and step brother. Her father died at an early age. He was thrown from a raging bull , he flew through the air and landed in a big pile of hay. He stood up shook it off and as he was heading home he was trampled by a heard of crazed rhinos. That heard of rhinos killed 17 people that day.
Slut missed her father and was sad because her step mother didn’t understand her. Said she dresses like a harlot. Once when slut tried to tell her I am a harlot. Step mother locked her in the dirt pantry for 3 days. So slut didn’t try and explain again. She did her chores , stayed to herself and dreamed of being hog tied and helpless under a Strong ruler that would penetrate her soul.
While slut was waiting , she had desires. One day she saw the step brother watching her , she smiled at him and he walked over to the river bank where she was collecting pebbles to make a new flogger. He looked at her and said “your tits are pretty better than mama’s”. Slut hoped he was more skilled with his dick than he was with his mouth. She had noticed he was hung like the mule in the barn. So she grabbed his hunk of meat and began to stroke it. Unfortunately step mother came outside at exactly the wrong moment and saw slut with her stupid son’s large cock in her mouth. This did not go over well.
So slut ends up in front of the high priest to being forgiveness for her wanton ways and sexual deviance. While she waited for his honor , she noticed a guard looking at her with a knowing grin. When the high priest came in the guard that had been watching her started reading her charges to the priest. The priest said she would need to be purified through pain. This made slut pussy wet. She was taken to a room to await her Savior.
After about an hour the door to her holding room opened. The grinning guard stood before her. He said ,” I’m Dragon , your coming with me.”
Master Dragon set her free
I believe when we stop learning we stop growing. I strive to be a better person each day.
Wait …. maybe strive each day is a little exaggeration …..let me rephrase
I want to be a good person , I want to make my loved ones happy and I want to be happy. I’m also lazy and selfish and a little hard headed.
I do make an honest attempt to look at my fucked up behavior , say yep that’s fucked up and I did that fucked up shit. I will be more diligent at not being fucked up in the future.
This is much easier said than done. Goodness knows I don’t ever want to admit my beautiful brain has some fucked up thinking. If I don’t , I’ll be stuck and I don’t want to be stuck. I watched my father stuck in an unhappy marriage , I watched my mother stuck at a horrible job , my sister is stuck to herself. My dad was able to escape the marriage and he gave me hope that I did not have to stay stuck either ….. mother and sister , they will sink right where they are.
I don’t think I am any better than anyone even those that are stuck. I do think I’m happier and wish the stuck ones could be too. I won’t be around judgement , blame , and favoritism ever again in my life.
I’m going to run naked in the streets til someone throws a shoe at me…..hahaha
Ok so I’m not for sure but i believe before my aunt leaves her bedroom dressed from head to toe she has at least 4 different kinds of underwear beneath her very smart outfit. Then she makes breakfast with half decaff and sausage rinsed clean of the horrible artery clogging grease. I am no expert but…. damn that’s gotta suck.
She tells hubby, ” here is some yummy pork with no delicious grease and some coffee that will wake you up a little”. No wonder I don’t chill with them.
In 2008 I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. This was after I had been working as a psych nurse for close to 7 years. a lot of things happened all at once , I didn’t handle things well. At the time I was all about psychotropic medications , all medicines really. I told the patients , when your feeling better it’s not time to stop the meds. Most folks did.
So fast forward , living with my kids at my mother’s house. I couldn’t work anymore so I got on disability , the crazy kind. I saw my psychiatrist once a month , a therapist once a week , took the medication as prescribed. I couldn’t get off the couch. I was a shell of myself. No emotions , no energy , nothing.
I finally told myself , fuck this. I quit the pills and woke up. I made my mother unhappy , she liked the control she had …. she has it no more but she did have a hand in ripping my children away from me. They will come back and I am a whole person now. I can think , I can function. I am excited about life and I’m grateful for weed because it keeps me chill naturally.
After I have shaved everything on my body I can reach ( except the hair I need ). I put on stockings a sexy outfit and my above the knee boots. There’s a knock on the door. Oh Yay company !! I let our guests in. We make ourselves comfy in the bitches den spark a fatty and wonder where the evening will lead us.
I of course wait for Sir , He is just getting out of the shower. When Genus dressed He joins us in the den. After another hoot and a couple of nice warm shots of rum , the conversation begins to get a bit more racy. The fellows wonder who mercantile get fucked first this night ….. I grin and said oh I know …..
I smoke weed. I enjoy a plant that is natural. It helps with my mania and helps me focus and helps me sleep. I was on a plethora of pharmaceuticals with side-effects including sudden cardiac death. This is what my dear mother would rather I take. Marijuana is illegal and a gateway drug. So the powerful psychotropic medication I was on for so long that caused me UK shuffle through life and gain 50lbs is better because why ? Because it’s legal ? What about 15 years from now when they find out what harm these new meds actually cause. If I kept taking that crap I would end up a balding toothless woman with a dick , no thanks …. I’ll smoke my weed and everyone that doesn’t like it can go fuck themselves.
I was in a sundress and my hair was in a pony tail. I was sitting with my ankles crossed and my head down , waiting. He said He would come. He said He would take me home. I had been with my maternal family for only 12 hours. It seemed like years. I begged Sir to come for me. He agreed.
I heard His music before I saw the car. My heart started pounding with joy and excitement. Long drives were always so much fun with Him. I ran and hopped into the car as soon as it stopped giggling and so happy to once again be free from the stifling oppressive judgement that part of my family seemed to thrive on. Well good for them , not this free bird …. Sir set me free again and now I get to make Him happy.