i'm seriously considering moving all my shit to wordpress or typepad or fucking something. Blogger has annoyed the absolute living hell out of me lately. i write it, but its not truely out until i post it here. i need it out of me. i need here. i need it chained. And, blogger is seriously fucking this process up. i tried to post yesterday five fucking times. When you consider the small amount of time to myself i have at this point and how much of it blogger ate up yesterday it rather makes me want to scream. Or kick the shit out of something. This week's time line is totally fucked. I'm just going to combine yesterday with today. If that is blogger will let me even post this. It took me about 30 minutes of constant fucking with it to get a post published on If. i want to post on Always His angel today too, but i don't know if i have the energy to fuck with blogger again. This is bullshit.
Mark's kink was animals. Not me and animals, him and animals. Small ones. He'd fuck a cat or a small dog til he killed it. That first time i watched in horror as he held a small declawed orange tabby cat against a sofa cushion and fucked it to shreds. i felt in such sympathy for it. i had felt like so many of them were doing that to me. It's struggles and screams weakened and finally it laid limp and lifeless, it's eyes glazed as he ejaculated into its corpse. i closed my eyes and remembered all the animals i watched my grandfather kill when i didn't cooperate with him. i remembered the he'd made me stab. my head was spinning. i was fighting not to gag. And, the worst was yet to come.
Mark ordered me to get naked while he cut the cat up. In a daze i found myself naked on the floor next the cat pieces. He smeared me in the blood head to foot and wanted me to masturbate to orgasm. On no planet was i ever going to reach orgasm after this shit, but of course that was no problem, i knew how to make that look convincing. The only problem was i was so damn freaked out that i kept spacing in and out and freaking the fuck out. But, this just made things even better for Mark. Shortly after i deemed it long enough and reached my manufactured orgasm he reached his second and jacked off on my face.
He refused to let me clean up. When Ricky and Pearl arrived to pick me up, i wrapped myself in a plastic table cloth and ran for the car gagging.
