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Date Posted: 16:17:25 12/25/18 Tue
In reply to: Ulysses 's message, "True Story-Introduction" on 19:42:14 08/12/18 Sun
Over the next 30 days I could think of nothing but Miss Circe. It wasn't love, although at times I felt like I was in love with her. There was animosity towards her. This devil woman, sometimes sweet and motherly while at the same time cruel and controlling. I hated her for the control she had over me and my inability to tell her to fly a kite. There was a part of me that urged to tell her the deal was off, to go play her weird ass games with somebody else. There were times during my nightly report I had written her to go fuck herself, but deleted it before sending, instead reporting about the naughty things I had done that day. I began needing this. I even looked forward to the control, the humiliation and the pain. This was not at all like me.
I stood at the door ready to ring the bell wondering which personality would be answering, what new humiliation she would put me through. Her personality was somewhere between the last two. The gentle, loving motherly type and the strict domineering disciplinarian.
I was quickly relieved of my pants standing in the middle of the room with a finger up my ass making small talk. I have never made small talk while standing in the middle of the room with a finger exploring my asshole before. That progressed into my report for the week and a long lecture. With her finger still wriggling in my rectum she led me a few steps to a straight back chair, threw me over her knees and spanked the shit out of me to tears with her hand.
She allowed me to rub the sting out of my rear, then guided me to bend over with my hands on the seat of the chair. I heard her in the kitchen and had a pretty good idea what was next. I could see her coming toward me with a dripping carrot. She apparently had a real thing for cramming my dark tunnel with a carrot and of course putting it in my mouth and repeating the process.
Back over her knees on the chair as she lit fire to me once again now with the hairbrush. She started rapid fire, slowed it down to a smack every few seconds. Rubbed the started in with that damned hairbrush this time starting very slowly and after what seemed like hours speeding it up until she was wailing on my ass, kicking, screaming and begging like a girl scout until I thought I would jump out of my body. I collapsed to my knees blubbering my eyes out with my head in her crotch while she stroked my hair and back.
She led me bawling to the couch, breasts out of her blouse guided me to suckle her breasts all the while ramming that carrot in and out of my ass.
I will continue at a later date.
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