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In-Flight Movie? Peanuts? Stun Bracelet?

Department of Homeland Security is looking into a bracelet made to stun the wearer in the event of an emergency. Who would be wearing these bracelets, you ask? You. Any time you board a plane.


The bracelet, dubbed “The Electronic ID Bracelet” by officials, will replace boarding passes and contain a GPS tracking device that will allow the government to track where the wearer and his or her luggage is at all times until they disembark at their destination. It will also hold personal information about the wearer and the government will be able to stun any passenger at any time of its choosing with an electric shock equal to that of a taser completely immobilizing them.


According to a letter from Paul S. Ruwaldt of the Science and Technology Directorate, office of Research and Development, to the inventor of the bracelet, the government is genuinely interested in this bracelet. According to Mr. Ruwaldt, the bracelet could easily be used as a restraining device as well as interrogation.


I know what you're thinking. This will prevent terrorists from bringing planes down. It will prevent another event like 9/11. And I can hear the sentiments my patriotic, republican father gives when discussing the discomfort of new American policy. Don't do anything wrong and you don't have anything to worry about.


But that's not always the case, is it? Innocent until proven guilty rarely applies anymore. Sometimes people who don't do anything wrong get treated like criminals until they can prove that they aren't. Are we, as Americans, really willing to give up our right to not be treated inhumanely, our right to not be punished by cruel and unusual tactics, for a little more security? Haven't we given up enough in the name of “freedom”?

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Last Night

Before Master left work, He gave me the option of plugging my ass to go to the store. No I'm serious. He asked which I would prefer. Naturally, feeling it was a trap, I said "Whatever would please you most, Master." I'm clever, aren't I? Unfortunately, He wanted a real answer. What I would do if it was entirely up to me. And He refused to give me any real indication as to what He wanted.

I thought a moment. I weighed the pros and cons. And I came up with a definitive "I don't know." I am the most indecisive bitch this side of the Mississippi. No lie.

But seriously! Sometimes I like the plug and sometimes I don't. And I can't tell by just sitting there thinking whether or not I like it. I have to actually insert it to know if today is a good plug day or a bad plug day. And once it's in, it's too late to go back. I can beg to take it out... but more often than not that gets me a resounding "No, cunt. Deal." So if I was free to choose for myself, I'd probably choose not to just in case it was a bad plug day. Save myself some trouble.

So, I told Him that. And He said "That's a pity because it's nice when a bitch wants to be dirty." I started searching for the last place I stashed the plug. God damn did that hurt getting in when I finally found it (resting happily exactly where it belonged).

So Master came home from work and snatched me up so we could go shopping (I'm so sick of shopping. Can't the groceries come to us?? Well, in our small town they can, but the store that delivers is expensive. I digress.). We needed coffee, deodorant and soap. At least that's what I knew of. When He got home He told me we needed hot dog rolls. Thirty of them. For a work party I can't go to. *pout* But in exchange for our demanded offering He gets a $50 gas card. That'll get Him back and forth to work for almost half a week! We seriously need to get rid of the Durango.

As soon as we got in the door, I put the groceries away and He trotted off to the bedroom (which has become our new "rec room" minus a TV, oddly enough... we do EVERYTHING in there that doesn't require a toilet, sink, stove or computer) and stripped down to His boxers. When I was finished, I moseyed in after Him and curled up on my side on the end of the bed.

I don't remember what we were talking about. I just remember Him ordering me to strip and me trying to change the subject. I'm not real sure why I did that. Maybe because I knew what He was after. He was practically climbing the walls at lunch and we'd run out of time even though I tried to get Him to stay home anyway. I stripped and curled up on the bed again.

"Show me your cunt, whore."

My cheeks burned as I laid back and spread my legs for Him. This new fascination He has with watching me lay there with my legs spread - sometimes with my fingers in my cunt, sometimes not depending on His mood - drives me batshit with mixed emotions. On the one hand, I want to curl up and die with nervousness and embarrassment. No one in my life has ever stared at me with as much scrutiny and hunger in their eyes. On the other hand, I'm so turned on my pussy juices are dribbling down the crack of my ass in seconds. Tonight He wanted me to play with it.

That's when I discovered the damage I did to my clit with my fingernail yesterday. But I didn't dare attempt to beg out. Nights like these... nights when the house is empty save for us... are so few and far between. And I was hoping to cry. I do so love to cry.

It took Him four strokes with the slut paddle to my pussy to get the tears started. I don't know how many times He yanked my legs open and delivered a hard blow to them reminding me to keep them open. And then He yanked them open and wedged His body between my thighs and began beating my tits and inner thighs. Oh how I've missed that.

He pinned me to the bed by my throat and fucked me hard and long, ramming His cock into my cervix repeatedly as I cried. Between the jarring slaps to my face and the viscious strokes with the paddle I quickly lost sight of which way was up. He kept asking if it was too much. I think because He enjoys when it's too much just as much as I do. But it wasn't. It was just what I've been dying for.

He yanked His cock out of me and sent me to get the plug out of my ass. Just as I'd thought, the damn thing had torn my anus and I was bleeding a little. I cleaned up best I could, the only mess being the still seeping blood, and rushed back to the bedroom to the tune of "Lick my cock and balls, cunt."

It wasn't long before He shoved me to my back and started the process again. He held my legs open this time as I thrashed on the bed trying to find a position that eased the pain some. To no avail. He walloped my poor pussy from mons to ass crack while I cried. Then He rammed His cock back into my cunt and began to fuck even more vigorously than before.

When He came it was the worst. Or the best? I guess it depends on how you look at it. The pain was the worst so my enjoyment level was high.

Then He told me to cum (After asking if I wanted to... Are you kidding me??!?) and I cringed at the expected pain. But naturally, since I was already soaring, the pain from my devastated clit was euphoric.

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Discussion Questions

I don't have much to say today. I waited till after work to attempt a blog and I am wiped. As is my brain, apparently. Mostly I just have a couple discussion questions for you. Not because I don't know what the answer is in the world of Master and rayne, but because I'm wondering what all of you think. So here goes nothing:


I said a few days ago that I haven't found the switch to put me in the same mood as Master yet. Not that it matters or that I think it should. If He wants to beat me He should beat me. No matter what my mood. But I'm wondering, should there be a switch? Do you think a slave should be capable of just changing her mood to match her owner's regardless of what's going on? And how, exactly, does one go about achieving that?


And semi-related, let's say a master believes one thing and his slave believes another. We'll say the master believes that the earth is round and the slave believes that it's flat. We'll pretend there's no obvious proof that the earth is either thing. There's no way to find out if it is either thing. And there's no specific reason for the slave to change her way of thinking other than the fact that her owner believes the earth is round. Should she trust her owner's judgment implicitly and fully believe that he is correct? If her opinion differs from his in anything should she change her way of thinking simply because her owner doesn't agree? And why do you feel the way you do about this subject?



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Update

I asked Master what I should write about and He said “Pussy.” Since I already did that, sort of, I guess I gotta find something else to write about.


First, for my readers from Slave Farm... I might be away for a while. It's a long story and one I'm not ready to discuss so I'll just say it's not you... It's me. It's been real and it's been fun but it hasn't always been real fun :/ I'll be back. I just don't know when.


My period's coming and with it has come the ugly cunt that I can be for weeks at a time depending on my particular cycle for that month. If I hadn't already been diagnosed with severe PMS and it didn't always hover around the time of my period, I would be disgusted with myself for using that excuse. But it's not making reconnection particularly easy. Today, however, I'm in an awesome mood and I'm hoping to keep it.


Master's more than keeping to His side of the bargain and I'm a pretty happy cunt these days. Almost every day there is some form of S&M and a whole shit load of M/s. He's developed a particularly enjoyable ritual of ordering me to my knees with my face on His feet. It's impossible to not remember your place when you're on the floor with your cheek resting on the soft leather of a man's shoe. And while not all of the times have been when I was getting dangerously close to crossing lines, most of them have been instrumental in snapping me back to where I am supposed to be.


We're finding areas that I really just never learned anything in, even basic protocols I should be following from childhood conditioning, and He's working on ways to teach them to me. Things as simple as not turning into a raving, psychotic bitch when someone hurts my feelings. I have an extremely difficult time separating things like sadness, fear, illness, etc. from anger. And my anger rages hotter than a thousand hells.


We're getting there. And I'm enjoying the journey again. Not that it matters if I do. It's just easier for all parties involved if I am. Not that that matters, either.


I've got the next four days off and I plan on at least trying to suck up some R&R. My body is screaming for me to slow down but working and being a slave doesn't allow for it. So I guess it'll have to get used to it.


That's all for today, I guess. Have a great weekend :)

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Questions?

kaya's (one of my daily reads) "Question Month" was such a good idea that I decided to do it too! Soooo... questions? Anyone?

I will answer any question you have until April 9th (since I started late). And thanks, in advance, for asking them.
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