My Bruised Boobies

Master and I played yesterday. Master lovingly tied a karada onto me and we tried the flogging cuffs we’ve seen posted by The Knotty Boys on YouTube recently. (They are great. There is no stress to my wrists no matter how hard I pull on them. Having carpal tunnel, that’s a good thing!) He then proceeded to pummel my breasts with his hands, paddles and other implements until they were all purple and blood blistered. He bound them tight and continued his assault. It was great fun.

I was troubled and still am about the fact that it stayed pain and didn’t become good pain or floaty pain. Just pain. Sometimes it’s good to endure instead of escape to bliss. I learned a lot about what I could take and what I couldn’t. I saw just how wonderful and sadistic Master can be. And he has me wanting more and more.

I’m still coming down from it today. I’m feeling moody and achy. I’m feeling the need for alone time and for cuddle time all at once. I want to cry and to laugh, to blog a whole bunch and then to just not say anything at all. Master is experiencing a similar mood. We watched the news and he couldn’t help but pick apart everyone’s haircut, the way they said some story or that news headline. It was quite annoying. He’s started talking more to himself about what he’s doing on the computer and I went off to take a nap. I really need this mood to go away.

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If anyone has watched the news today you may have heard that the Midwest is experiencing some major flooding. We aren’t exempt from that. I work in a town that the downtown area is projected to be mostly under water by tomorrow when I get to work. I have one building in that area that I go to. According to the company I work in, there will be no access to it until further notice. It’s kinda thrown me through a loop. I spent today moving equipment and supplies to higher ground. Ugh. I’m exhausted and trust me I was feeling it as soon as I got up this morning.

The town I live in is safe from the floods as there is no water within 10 miles. But I’m watching as the waters rise and handicap a lot of the other places I tend to travel. It’s expected to be called a 100-year flood. It will break records set in the great floods of 93. It is likely to be remembered for quite some time.

We are staying above water. That’s for sure.

–luna

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