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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 13:07:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Turns out.. luck was on my side and I -did- manage to complete sir&apos;s task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is happy with me, and I have done well for him, he will call me girl, because I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;may i go to sleep sir?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;you got 20?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;22!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;you may sleep, girl&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. that made it all worth it.&amp;nbsp; Any exhaustion, aches, sickness... just to -see- that word come from him makes me so happy... Unbelievably happy and content.</description>
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  <lj:music>Laptop fan</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 11:16:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am... crying right now, because sir set a goal for me to reach for him, and my health (back hurting, nose starting to run) is making it very hard on me.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could be stronger for him, for my master, and he said that I could go to sleep after getting half of what he wanted originally, which I am grateful for, but very sorry for at the same time, for he expects excellence and I can never meet his expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wish I could just drop everything I have to do IRL (school, family, friends, etc) and just please him.&amp;nbsp; Of course... he wants me to do well in school =P which often turns out to be quite a catch-22 situation for me, so... *twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mumbles some more about back pains*&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s been killing me in conjunction with my fever.&amp;nbsp; It sucks.</description>
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  <lj:music>Same thing.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Same thing.</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 07:44:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Wow... I definitely had a moment of... unexpected excitement earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir sleeps rather early (10ish his time) now that he has to be up early for work, and I made the drive back to school with my friend rather late today.&amp;nbsp; He was not yet away on AIM when I got back, but then after a few minutes he showed idle for 30 minutes, and I was telling my friend about it, how I just missed him, and I was JUST in the middle of being uber-sad and stuff when I saw him &quot;typing a message&quot; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I TOTALLY yelled out &quot;he&apos;s back!!!&quot; and became super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had typed &quot;hrm?&quot; in reply to my saying &quot;sir!&quot; &quot;!!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... ...yeah, I found out that he was going to sleep and then I was sad again but.. not as sad!!! Because I got to exchange some ... words, or gibberish on my part, with him!&amp;nbsp; Of course he reminded me that I am to wake him up at 6am, then 7 if he snoozes (ignores my call =p) 3 times.&amp;nbsp; *groans*&amp;nbsp; Life of a slave =P</description>
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  <lj:music>Santana - Into the Night</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 22:08:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I remembered this while I was on campus today... and I really wanted to write it down and remember it for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir and I were lying in bed, getting ready to sleep, and he had me half on my back, half facing him, so he could hold me with his left and play with me with his right.&amp;nbsp; He played with me until my breath came faster and faster, and ... he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mmm,&quot; I whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What?&quot; he asked.&amp;nbsp; I shifted around and moved my hips, trying to satisfy the hunger I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mmm...&quot; I whined again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What?&amp;nbsp; Tell me what you want.&amp;nbsp; Beg me for it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please what? Say it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please... please touch me, sir,&quot; I begged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Touch you where?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...clit... sir?&quot;&amp;nbsp; I do not like using dirty words if I can avoid it... but sir was not having any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That wasn&apos;t quite what I was looking for.. try again, say it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;..p... pu... pussy?&quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What?&amp;nbsp; Put it together, one sentence.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time this was going on, sir put his hand back in my underwear, held his finger -barely- touching me, making me hot, horny, and wanting him so bad.&amp;nbsp; I wanted him to touch me and constantly tried to move my hips up to make him put more pressure, but he expertly kept the same pressure the entire time, just enough to make me want him more and more.&amp;nbsp; The feeling was driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please... touch my pussy, sir,&quot; I finally managed to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did.&amp;nbsp; I asked for permission, and he said I could cum, but it better be loud... and I hope I made it loud enough for sir, but having my orgasm -really- in sir&apos;s hands, literally, felt so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He controls them, and has done so for months now.&amp;nbsp; I cannot even touch myself down there (for pleasure) without his permission, and sometimes it just drives me insane!</description>
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