****warning, a bit gross and graphic******
Sometimes my body makes decisions for me.
Sir did not come to the city today for a few reasons and I’m a bit saddened but I understand. Tonight would have been either yoga or a private party on a yacht in the city.
I had one last new toy to try out and Sir wanted to thank me for this weekend, so my new suction cup dildo, attached to the wall and I could cum as many times as I wanted when he said so. Official count 17. During our play time Sir said I would go to the party. This is what the slut in me wanted. Last time I was a fluffer and it was very vanilla. This time a much kinker couple was going, but I new my period would be coming soon, so I’d be a fluffer yet again. Sir knew that the small bit of bad slut was still there holding me back. As I laid there in slave space the dildo still in me. My cunt pulsing around it, something was wrong.
I got up, pulled it out and there was a fountain of blood. This is not the first time this has happened. Sometimes my body just says stop!!! It is a side effect from medications I was on and I was promised it would only last a few years. Great, it’s been 2 already. So about 2x a year I hemorrhage. It’s more scary than anything else. So traveling alone anywhere is not a safe thing to do right now, plus, I smell like blood. Two showers later and I’m like a vampire and can’t get that tin smell out of my nose.
Sir asked me to write him a list. Things I would want for my birthday as a little guide. One with him and one with many. All (well no not all) kinky, some from the mushy slave, some from the good slut and even a few from the good whore. I’d be just as happy to have him here just holding me.