Erin I hope you’re happy! TO BE CONTINUED! Reposted with permission by Daughter of Kaos 11/06/18

A friend of mine said that brats exist as part of the balance in any Ds Community.  She said that “if we weren’t bratty, the how would our dominants know when we were being good?  It’s a community service really.”

I am no stranger to being a brat nor am I a stranger to running my mouth excessively.  Problem is I happen to be involved with two of the most evil people I have ever seen on this planet……and I don’t know how to stop myself.

Before I keep going on this epic cautionary tale Id like to say that id like to thank Jae and Clone as well as Erin for what happened to me.  Jae and Clone for supplying one of the most evil things ive ever seen and Erin for demanding recompense when I was mouthy.

That being said…..

FUCK.

THIS.

THING.

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I’ll get to this more in a second but first im going to take you back to about a month ago.  Those were simpler times where a brat could mouth off freely with their only care being avoiding a paddle or cane.

I write a LOT on here and I tend to get long-winded. SO I try to make it easier on you the reader (and keep you coming back) by using “to be continued” on my posts.  problem is I have a tendency to leave you on edge till the following post is up. This has two purposes:

  1. A) It keeps the blogs short and under 300 or so words so it isn’t laborious to read them.
  1. B) Keeps you guys coming back.
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There was some discontent issued from Mrs. Erin as well as a few others that I disregarded.  However, Erin and I have been friends for quite some time…..and I talk a LOT of shit to her.  I THOUGHT I was only accountable for the shit I said to OSHA or Bella. However, Bella AND Osha made me aware that I am owned by them and thus my behavior (or lack thereof) reflects directly on them and the control they have over me at any given time.

Problem is I am nowhere NEAR enough of an adult most of the time and I cant help myself.

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SO I wrote a post AFTER I was explicitly told by Mrs. Erin to stop using to be continued as she hates them.  At the end of said post I put “To be continued” then I directly mouthed off at her saying I did it on purpose and I wasn’t scared of her or anyone else for that matter.

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The conversation went as follows;

Her: I hate that you break your stories up.  Just btw.

Me: Aww why.  Keeps bringing you back.

Her: Cuz they are an entertaining read and I am not one who likes to pause during a story.

Me: Well….just look at it as me begging you to return.

Her: Ugh

Me: You could always petition Daddy or OSHA to physically demonstrate your discontent should you wish.

BAD IDEA!

Her: Done.  Shall I ask in the little group message you started or just message Daddy myself?

Me: You can do it in the group or you can message Daddy on your own.  Ill be at Daddy’s place next weekend. Just be careful what you ask for *giggle*

Her: Message sent

Me: Fuck I didn’t think you were serious!  Lol.

Her: Daddy will have creative freedom

Me: Oh joy.

Her: Good luck

Me: DICK

Her: You love it.

Me: So do you!

Her: and you can write about your experience in ONE FUCKING STORY!! Like a normal person.

Me: I’m going to TBC that like 10 times.

Her: No bih, she completely agrees with me btw she’s going to handle it.

Me: Umm…..no she doesn’t.  Besides im not worried.

Her: Oh interesting. Thats been screenshot and sent to her.

Me: Ima kill you.

That was the shot that started all of this and I was made very aware of OSHA and Daddy’s displeasure at the fact that I had run my mouth YET AGAIN and made an ass out of myself…..and by proxy them.

The week went as it usually does with my students being themselves and me moseying through until Friday.  I made my way up to Jax and to Daddy’s home with my usual sense of dread at the weekend to come. I arrived and was not disappointed as she kissed me and ushered me to the bedroom.  I’ll skip all the mushy stuff, suffice to say I got laid better than hardwood floors and was pretty well convinced that Daddy had managed to forget about Erin and my little “mishap”.

Daddy stood up and motioned for me to follow here into the kitchen where, unbeknownst to me, she had attached my tether to the cabinet.  She told me she wanted dinner and needed to prep some stuff so I she wanted to make sure I didn’t go anywhere she didnt want me to.

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I protested like I usually do and got slapped for mouthing off.  Daddy held up my chain and fed the lock through the last link. She grabbed my septum piercing and padlocked my tether onto it effectively securing me to the kitchen.

“I want salmon and Ginger rice and my kitchen better be spotless before I am served, got it?”

I said “Yes Daddy” and tried to be cute hoping I would avoid whatever “Plans” she had in store for me.

Dinner came and went and it was too late for both of us as we were both full and very tired.  We retired to the bedroom and passed out; her snuggled closely to me and me collared and tethered to her bed.

Saturday came and I was re-tethered to the kitchen to make pancakes.  I had started to relax figuring shed be far more interested in playing/fucking than anything else and thus id skate away scott free.

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Dead wrong.

After breakfast and me cleaning up YET AGAIN Daddy disappeared and left me tethered to the kitchen for what seemed like forever.  She came back and unlocked me without saying a word then reached behind me and grabbed my ponytail and started to walk towards the hallway using it as a handle…..with me having to toddle backwards and, because she’s not tall enough to ride most carnival rides, I was constantly in a fight with gravity NOT to lose my balance.  Every fiber of me knew that falling would just mean that shed drag me to wherever she had planned for me to go.

She opened the door to my isolation cell and threw me up against the wall.  

“Sit”  she snarled.

I did as I was told and she cuffed me to the hard points on the floor.  All four limbs separate and I’m effectively stuck.

Daddy rose back up to her full height and stared at me like a hunter sizing its prey and slammed the cell door locking it with an audible “click”

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I was cuffed, alone, in the dark for what felt like hours staring at the glow-in-the-dark paint that was written on the walls.  The problem with me and isolation (and BOTH Daddy and Osha are very well aware of this) is that my mind wanders and without any stimulus I get really bored which, for someone like me, is almost physically painful.

My solitude was interrupted by the deadbolt on the door being unlocked and light flooding into my eyes.  She quickly undid my cuffs and grabbed my ponytail again as her handle.

I was dragged down the hall half crawling and half sliding to Daddy’s bedroom and made to kneel.

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She gave me a notebook and a sharpie then sat down on her makeup bench in front of me.

“Princess, you have embarrassed me and Osha and that is unacceptable so we are going to have a chat.”

I relaxed some more out of confusion than anything else.  She started to rattle off questions and have me write responses on the notebook then hold them up and have her take pictures to send to the people I had managed to piss off.  

It. Was. Humiliating.  I was effectively being “pet-shamed” for running my mouth.

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Last she came to Erin and her complaint about what I had done.

I wrote out that I would take constructive criticism and consider it as opposed to ignoring it in the notebook and that’s when things began to take a turn.  

What came next was way worse as she produced this fucking thing and laid it in front of me.

I was told that I would have to kneel on this God forsaken thing for two minutes per infraction and I got an additional minute added to one round because I was being a brat.  After the kneeling session I was to sit flat on the mat for two minutes per infraction and she was going to sit in front of me and watch to make sure I did my time.

To be completely honest I looked at this mat and giggled (Internally im not a moron) because I understand weight distribution and I THOUGHT that this would be like laying on the whole bed of nails deal; it’d be uncomfortable but manageable.

I need to learn to stop thinking.

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I opened the book to the first sign and moved to kneel on the spikes.

Yall I would rather have walked across a pile of LEGO’s than kneel another second on those thing because LEGOs would have hurt less.  Immediately as my knees hit the spikes searing pain went through my whole body. I could feel it in my ASS! This was insane and I was only a few seconds into THREE FUCKING MINUTES!

I tried shifting my weight to accommodate the point and hopefully make it less painful.

Wrong again

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It sent yet another brilliant symphony of pain up my knees and legs and into my hair.

This was about the point that Daddy asked if I was enjoying myself.  She told me that Ms. Jae and Clone had suggested it due to it being an accupressure mat designed to contact points that do….something but at this point im convinced the “something” is cause you so much pain that you don’t think about your back anymore.

Finally the last seconds passed and I was granted a few seconds of rest before shifting to SITTING on this god damned thing for another three minutes.

AGAIN I ran to my physics classes and went; “My ass and legs are bigger area than this thing so more surface to handle the spikes.

Oh there was more surface alright.

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I held up the next sign and sat back instantly cursing my physics professor for being such a monumental liar.

The pain shot up my spine and into my teeth and that’s not even the WORST part of the whole thing.  Oh no no, the worst part was that there is certain…..equipment in that region that happens to be EXTRA sensitive due to hormones etc.  

There were spikes digging their evil way into my damned gooch!  my huh uh, my fucking TAINT!

If you’ve never had pain in that particular region of your body then you should thank whatever deity you believe in because dear GODS.

Three minutes passed, thankfully, and we were onto the third infraction; Erin’s discontent.  I was on my knees again and somehow the pain was ten times worse. I don’t know who made this damned mat but I hope when they get to Hell, Satan welcomes them by shoving a pitch fork up their ass.

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I knelt there on the bed of despair and Daddy began to talk to me and started to video this whole process.  She inquired if I understood what I had done wrong all the while having to call my attention back to her away from my poor knees and shins.

She asked if I was sorry yet to which I said “Kinda” and she sat back to continue to watch the show laughing the whole time.  

Time stretched out into an eternity as I was informed that Erin would get a full  description of all that had happened and I needed to understand that this particular punishment would be reserved for when I needed to be corrected in the future.  I was told I had better watch my mouth as the next go round the intervals would be five minutes and I nodded that I understood.

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I was allowed to come off the mat and I curled into a fetal position with tears running down my face.  Daddy went to lay on the bed after she put the mat away and called me to her. In her hands she held my stuffed animal and she assured me it was ok.  I curled into her and lay there shaking for quite some time knowing that this wasnt the last time id see that damnable thing.

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The plot thickens……Reposted w/permission by Daughter of Kaos 09/14/18

Daddy’s head whipped around and glared at me.

“What did you say?!

I recoiled but it was too late.  She looked at me incredulously as she turned and grabbed the bag of them.

She grabbed my chin and wrenched my face to her gaze.

“Youre here for entertainment purposes, ONLY! Do you understand?  Party favors dont get opinions and YOU dont ever get to tell me no.

With that she let me go and Tango had me kneel and sit up.  She attached clothespins to my nipples and then my inner thighs laughing all the way.

Then came Beta’s turn.

Beta is the quiet one…..which makes her dangerous……a fact that I was unaware of until she “Mounted the plate.” so to speak.  

Unbeknownst to me, however; Beta had purchased her own hardware for the job SPECIFICALLY to try and get me to cum.

She almost won.  This thing was made by Tantus and it does the job VERY WELL.

She mounted up and IMMEDIATELY I started building toward an amazing orgasm in SECONDS.  Im stubborn though so in the two or so seconds this thing was in me I didnt want to ruin Beta’s fun so I soldiered through it.

For about three minutes.

Then the clicker started without me feeling it.  I had saved my ass from Daddy’s tazer in round two.

Then Tango decided she wanted to dance.  However, apparently during my rodeo with Beta’s dick, Tango found Daddy’s Deadpool mask and put it on.

She also found Daddy’s electric dildo and I knew I was hosed.

Tango leveled herself at my face and, if im honest, I dont remember what she said but she was holding the cock like a gun and staring at me through Deadpools white eyes.

What happened next is probably best explained by Daddy BUT it ended with a Hitachi and my first double orgasm.  At that point I was released and went to lay on the couch with Daddy. I blacked out and next thing I remember is being in bed with Daddy and snuggling up with my binky.  I passed out and dreamt like I hadnt before.

And…here…we…go……Reposted w/permission by Daughter of Kaos 09/14/18

Foxtrot drew first round.  In my prison I could hear them laugh and make jokes and then I felt her hands on my hips.  She guided her cock home only problem was…..I was too high up for her to get to and, with my head trapped I couldnt move my hips the right way.  Other problem was that my hands and ankles were shackled to the box so I had no way of helping her get where she needed to go. So my head was freed and I moved so Foxtrot could gain her prize.  She rode me for a while and I could feel the dread start to build as I was being shoved closer and closer to climax. After what seemed like a few seconds (but was significantly longer than that.  Time dilates when im cuffed idk why.) I clicked the clicker.

A round of applause was given and Foxtrot thanked me for the experience.  I was panting and returned the gratitude as she kissed me on the forehead.

It was at this point that Tango started in and needed to know where her pig nose was.  Up until this point in my life, I had never known someone that identified as a pig. Tango fit the bill perfectly, every ounce of her energy SCREAMED ravenous and she was in rare form.  She asked Daddy where the clothespins were.

This is when the trouble began…..for me.  

Without thinking, I heard clothespins and wheeled to face Bella and thats when the world slowed down.  

“NO CLOTHESPINS!!!”

Then time stopped.

To be continued……

Three to make ready……Reposted w/permission by Daughter of Kaos 09/13/18

I was told to strip and present myself to the group.  I complied and walked toward the Art room.

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The Chair

Im not going to lie, this thing is evil.

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Daddy made the chair to play with forced orgasms and it works exceptionally.  Its holding a hitachi magic wand and, if youve ever used one or had one used on you then you know, they are very effective….insanely so.

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I was told to sit and cuffed ankle and hand.  Daddy smiled evilly and looked back at her pack.  She looked back at me and hit the ON switch, then Hell really began.

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It sent wave after wave of vibration into my, now seriously erect, cock.  I was immediately on the edge of cumming. Daddy smiled her evil smile and said; “Go ahead and cum…just understand that we arent going to stop.”  I held myself at bay but was beginning to sweat……and panic. I was worried I wouldnt be able to stop myself and have to endure hours of fucking POST-orgasm.  Not an ideal situation to be in…..but if im honest I was LOVING it!

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After what felt like an eternity in the Devil’s Throne, Daddy let me up on very unsteady legs.  I was told to walk to her brand new piece of evil; the box.  I don’t remember where the idea came from but I think Daddy found it on one of our excursions in Tumblr.  It’s upholstered in red vinyl and painted black.  There is a hole near the front with a door that acts as a trap for your head.

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I was told to kneel on top of the box, in front of what amounted to a pack of hungry wolves, and place my head in the hole.  I was handed a clicker (God how i hate THAT thing.) I was told that if I was in distress to click once and (this is why i hate that damned thing!) to click twice if I was about to cum.  I whimpered and knelt as it was latched shut and I was plunged into darkness.

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What happened next was amazing, terrifying, enlightening…….and hilarious.

To be continued…………

Two for the show…….Reposted w/permission by Daughter of Kaos 09/11/18

SATURDAY

Daddy woke me up at 9 to prep for the day.  We ran several errands and eventually ended up in some weird hipster grocery store buying stuff for Foxtrot, Beta, and Alpha to eat when I served dinner.  6:00 came and it was go-time. I was laying down in Daddy’s bed after a lengthy fight with her sink. Foxtrot showed first followed by Alpha then Beta showed a few after. Daddy came to the room and woke me.  She laid out my clothes and told me to make myself presentable. 

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Daddy served the meal that she cooked (time and dietary restriction dictated it was better that way.) and I was introduced to them.  I already knew Foxtrot but the rest were new to me. Daddy left us while I conversed with them and returned with her new favorite shackles.  

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At this point Daddy decided to be sporting and poll the ladies in attendance as to whether I should be allowed to eat with them or I should have to eat in a more fitting manner of my station.

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Guess how they voted.

To be continued….

One for the money…….Reposted w/permission by Daughter of Kaos 09/08/18

Fair warning; none and i mean NONE of what you are about to read is in anyway safe for work.  Im going to change names of people involved as I don’t have their consent to out them ergo, I won’t.  That being said, you’ve been duly warned..

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I have a rule that I have followed since I was very young; I go where I am called.  It’s taken me to different jobs, meeting new people and, at times, new states. It’s really simple if i’m honest, I feel a pull at the back of my consciousness and that pull becomes a nagging unease with whatever I may be doing.  

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For instance, teaching currently is no longer calling me and, if i’m honest, it never did.  That’s the other problem, if I ignore it, bad things start to happen. I may not pay as much attention, I may miss something or, I may just not do the job to the best of my ability (a fact that I detest as I consider myself a professional and to not give my best seem…..insincere.)

Which brings me to why I am writing this; slavery.  I used to detest the word as I had no respect for those that followed that path.  Who devotes their existence to basking in the shadow of another human being when the choice to be a God is literally in front of them.  

About a month ago I started to feel the pull though and this time it was deeper than normal.  I felt like my life was spinning out of control and I couldn’t get a grip on anything I was trying.  

So I did what I normally do, I started writing.  In the time before I met Bella, Osha and I would trade stories about fantasies that we had had and play sessions we wanted to try and thus the same started with Bella.  She had expressed a desire to know more about what goes on in my twisted little mind so I decided to go whole hog and give her both barrels of , what I thought, was some of my most deviant desires.  

The story laid out positions I had been trained to remember and requirements that I had to fulfill or I would accrue “demerits” that pretty much meant something awful was coming my way and it increased in awfulness the more demerits I received.

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About a week prior I had been informed that I would be the entertainment at a get together that Daddy would be throwing and that I was not to contact any of the people involved or speak until spoken to as these were Daddy’s friends and I had been offered to them.  I was assured that there would be no fluid transfer and all strap-ons would be using my cock. 

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Fast forward a few weeks and my 10 week hiatus ended with me traveling to home 2.0.  I was terrified. Not only was I going to be at the mercy of all of Daddy’s friends but I was expected to perform.  Not only that but Daddy had a platform built that worked like a set of stocks so that I was just a hole to be used. I was also told that her friends had been given license to use me in any way they saw fit as long as no on hit me or risked a biohazard.

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For the sake of simplicity I’m going to name those involved as; Daddy, Alpha, Beta, Foxtrot, and Tango.

To be continued…..

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Why not? Ill make it weird Pt 2. Reposted w/permission written by Daughter of Kaos 2/09/18

I’m a firm believer that a day is not waste if you learn something. Well, during the first five seconds of what I was SURE was going to be awful I remembered two things and learned another.

  1. Capsaicin in high enough quantities, to some people, acts like a narcotic (think morphine). Capsaicin is the chemical in Chile peppers that makes it feel like your mouth is burning.
  2. Mucus membranes in your rectum are INSANELY absorbent to chemicals.

Then I learned very quickly and to my dismay that this particular concoction causes involuntary muscle spasms. Note I didn’t say cramps, I said muscle spasms. Remember where Bella was?

I told the two Harridans that had me at their mercy that this wasnt going well and, were they to keep going I didn’t know that I wasnt going to involuntarily redecorate the bathroom. To which they replied almost in unison “Deal with it”.

This was when the Capsaicin kicked in.

I.

Was.

Gone.

Luckily a seed had managed to gum up the works and clog the hose which was about the time that my ladies decided to stop and start the timer. Longest 5 minutes of my life.

As the timer expired I asked if I could get up to go take care of things (we are into some weird shit but NONE of us are INTO shit…ew.) I was granted permission and that’s where it got complicated. I knew the way to the other restroom( I didn’t want to demonize the master) but I lacked the capacity to get to it as I was higher than six kites at this point.

I was so stoned that my voice sounded weird in my own head and, as I stumbled to the guest bathroom, I may have remarked that I sounded like Optimus Prime.

I got to the bathroom and started to empty my bowels when Osha opened the door and sat down outside in the hallway. One major unavoidable and set-in-stone rule in kink is that if you incapacitate someone then you are required to keep a watch over them. Osha and Bella are amazing Dominatrices and did just that. These two motherfuckers sat in the hallway while I blew up my bathroom and cackled as all three of us had a conversation. It was at this point I began to have trouble staying on the toilet as I was too high for all my muscular structure to function correctly. I was quite literally on all four hanging on to the toilet for dear life as I didn’t want to have to clean it up after.

An hour passed and i finished up and made the stupid mistake of trying to get up. New dilemma; now my legs are asleep and, you guessed it, still very stoned!

I rose just long enough to reach my full height and fall forward as my body gave out. I rammed my skull into a sheet metal folding door and laid on the floor at their feet. I would recount the conversation but I don’t remember it so you’ll have to hope they write something about this. Needless to say that after this was over I was put straight to bed as I was useless as a human being at that point.

They spent the rest of the night hanging out and being them and I haven’t slept better.