It was already mid-January and Master Dean and I have barely said more than a few paragraphs to each other; but ... we were civil.  I didn't want our relationship to end but I saw the inevetible approach of that cliff we were both going to have to leap off.

We'd discussed a few things about what had happened since Christmas when the Kid ripped my nipple off and Master Dean beat the shit out of him.  But each time the talk came too close to being emotionally charged, He would collapse and pull back; silent once again.

However, I found out that in the month of December Master Dean's company had been making the moves to gut His division and incorporate the few remaining staff into a different division ... and His neck was on the line.  The job he had worked so hard to get and do his very best - something he lived for - was about to be taken away.  It explained so much about Him and what was going on ... the pressure, the doubt, the holidays ... the Kid.  Then, the news that he was NOT going to lose his job inspired his turnaround.  read more >>

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A few readers have compained I have been too slow to catch up to current events in my live and one suggested a "FlashForward entry, just like 'Lost'." And, after some derisive comments from another reader I figure it is time to jump ahead to the current day and possibly end this blog.

Master Dean and I have agreed our relationship as Master/slave, Dom/sub is over. I've lost a lot of trust in him, mostly because he kept me in the dark about what was going on with himself and letting me take the brunt of his anger.

For the time being I am here in his house in civvies, using the second bedroom. He says I can be here rent free until I "get back on my feet" and he's going to give me back half of the money I've given him over the past year.read more >>

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The whole week after New Years our life seemed to calm down and the tension released.  I was being my stubborn self, waiting for Master Dean to tell me what was going on with Him, with us ... why'd things get so whacky?  Not that I really cared, but I wanted to know what happened to the Kid ... I wanted to know why he disappeared Christmas day and why was He so filled with anger.  I felt like I was just a household accessory ... not a lover.

So, Saturday morning's attempt at seduction failed but I had all day to plan a new seduction.  I figured if I could serve Him well sexually tht maybe he'd loosen up a bit and answer all those unanswered questions.  I cleaned the house and our play room.  Went shopping for dinner.  Started preparing a really nice meal.  I thought he'd come home around 4pm.  Then I could ply him with attention, maybe a cocksucking appetizer! read more >>

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I won't go into the details of the post-New-Years-Eve-vomiting episode, suffice it to say, this slave was a hurtin' puppy.  By the time I got up on the first, the sun was out and the morning chill had already evaporated.  I meandered from the pool house and into the mansion, making my way around the sea of bodies of passed out celebrants ... some of whom could be heard stillcelebrating in the rooms above or not-so-celebrating in the bathrooms  I borrowed a pair of sweatpants from the party's host, grabbed my driver's license and keys from the "coat check" ... and wobbled my way out to my car.

I apologized to the neighbors who had to see me walking down the street still locked in my hood and cuffs.  I struggled with the keys in the car and drove slowly through the neighborhood.  My eyes wiggled and every turn threatened to send me to vomitous ruin.  I managed to get home without injury to myself or others and only once stopping to get rid of some more bile.  read more >>

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God! Bartender Man's cock was so big, so hard.  It had the downward curve to it which helped much of it makes its way down my throat.  His moans and my gagging sound canceled each other out.  He leaned forward over me, his strong hand traveling down my back as he reached for my hole.  He probed it with the tips of his fingers.  "You want it?"  But it really wasn't a question.

I slid off the couch thing - the settee (that's such a faggy word) - to my hands an knees, looking back over my shoulder at him.  "Please sir.  Give me your cock.  Breed me."  He didn't wait to answer, just slid down to his knees and aimed his cock.  I felt its hot tip at my hole and moved myself backward onto it.read more >>

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