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Blog #260

Happy Birthday To Me...

Anyway, today is the day Dixie turned 18.

I don't feel any different. I don't want to be 18.

For one, I don't like the number 8 - and for two, I don't like this immense burden of suddenly being an adult now on my head.

The only good thing is, now I can legally buy porn and sex toys. :)

Hello Ann Summers! :P

I still had college today, regardless of the pile of presents by the fireplace.

I didn't have time to open them when I woke up, so I only opened the cards that were there and put them on the mantlepiece. Mam had gone a bit mad with the decorartions - banners, balloons and foil tinselly things all over the place.

I should have opened the presents though - because for the entire day, I was left wondering what the box on top of my PS2 was.

When I came out of the house, ready to walk for my bus - this chav was walking by, and he was proper staring at me.

I didn't actually know why - until I realised he wasn't staring at me at all, he was staring at the banners and the balloons on the window behind me.

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College was pretty meh.

English was relativley boring, but thankfully - not too tormenting.

Media Studies was reasonable - another lesson on those horror films.Watching clips and taking notes. Very easily done. I love the old horror films too. Especially Nightmare On Elm Street. :D

Freddy Krueger - definatley my costume of choice this year for Ian's halloween party.

Today I had a beasty 3 hour break - Shelly walked down to the docks with me. We both bought sausage sandwiches and I got myself a bottle of water.

We went to the paved part down by the river and sat on the benches for a few hours, cuddling and talking. Shelly gave me lots of kisses too. We were in a really secluded part, shaded by trees and bushes, so nobody was there to bother us. It was freezing though - and despite Shelly's best efforts to keep me warm by cuddling me close to her - we only retreated back to college for the remaining 45 minutes of this beasty gap purely based on the fact it was far too bloody cold.

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When I got back, mam was in - and I finally got to know what was in the box.

An odd surprise - Shelly said it would be Guitar Hero 5 - but the box was WAY too small to have a guitar in it, and too big to be just the game - so I knew she was wrong. I had a feeling it might be something silly, like one of those daft novely keys - but it was far too heavy for that.

I opened it and I found a sexy DIGITAL PHOTO FRAME.

Fucking PHWOAR mate. :D

It looks fairly complex to set up, but I have a few ideas. I'll have a fiddle around with it - get some of our epic Saturday trio photos on there and show Ash and Shelly the next time they're round. It'll be a sweet addition to my desk - turned on for guests and when I need cheering up. :)

She'd also got me a mug with a cuddly troll inside it and a silver pentagram pendant. Sexah. :)

Paul had been and dropped off a card and the two Maximo games he'd ordered for me. Maximo and Maximo VS Army Of Zin, the sequel. And apparently, there's something else coming in the post for me. Oooh, I wonder. :)

And lastly, another jiffy bag with one of the games from Shelly - Ed, Edd 'N' Eddy: The Mis-Edventures. :)

Mam scorned my immaturity. Nah, she's just boring. I know how to have fun. :P

I wanted to go and play my new games, but mam fucking swayed me with a season of Desparate Housewives. Damn her. :)

While we watched this, I ate some instant macaroni cheese that smelt like sour milk and vomit, but tasted really good. :P

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Ian and Lisa came later on the night - and they'd brought my card and their present actually did contain Guitar Hero 5 - proving Shelly's idea partially correct. :)

Mam then did let me set up my PS2 - and we played We Love Katamari - took it in turns doing some levels.

Mam thinks its a pointless game. Nah, she just doesn't recognise genius gameplay when she sees it. And she's also shit at it, so that probably contributes some too. :P

 

She slowly reached the surface, waking up a little at a time.  Their bedroom was dark  but the heavy curtains were outlined in bright light and she needed to freshen up.  She slid away, quickly reminded of the belt as she twisted her hips and parted her legs . . .  She examined herself in the bathroom mirror and smiled at the welts that were along the tender inside of her thighs . . . Her cunt was red and sore, but the heaviest blows, except for the last two, were along her thighs and ass . . . The last two, the hardest,  on her clit sent a shiver of a memory now and she pressed firmly against the bruises to freshen the sensation.  She took a hot wash cloth and pressed her labia, searing the tender flesh again  . . .

 

She ran the washcloth under the hot water again and pressed, biting her lip.  She opened her eyes, feeling his hand slide around her throat.  He pulled her head back, reached around and took the washcloth from her and warmed it again.  

 

"Open, my pet" 

 

She twisted her head and kissed his neck, looking into the mirror,  reached between her legs and spread her labia wide for him.   She looked again at the red red welts and how her clit was bright red and swollen.   She shivered, leaned back against him and opened her legs more, and spread her cunt with her hand as he pressed the very hot cloth against her clit.   She twisted her hips and pressed against him, riding the pain until she throbbed sweetly . . . Her cunt oozed the butter of her and she cried out as he pinched her nipples . . . The soreness scolded and spread its heat through her legs.    He ran the shower and she clung to him, following him under the hot water . . . She made a sinful promise and then tried to purr as his soapy hand ran between her legs . . .she widened her stance and put her arms around his neck as he washed her and kissed his neck and chest.   She pushed against the tender pressure between her cheeks as he teased with his fingers.

 

Rinsed, and toweled off,  he put her heavy robe on her and she wrapped her hair loosely in a towel before her cuffs were applied with her hands behind her  . . . Her hands  secured tightly, then again at her elbows to restrict her more.    He moved her to the vanity, the steam from the shower warming it nicely, laid her on her back and opened her robe . . .

 

She tested her restraints . . . Her arms were immobile and the tightness was unforgiving.   He pushed her legs apart and scolded her for not opening for his pleasure . . . She made another sinful promise and opened her mouth,  drawing her feet up a bit to spread her legs more . . .  He fastened her tall collar around her throat  . . .and in this position it pushed her head back and squared her shoulders . . .further restricting her . . .  She felt him pet her labia and blushed just a bit, knowing he liked to see her cunt swollen and gaping . . .   She looked as best she could in the mirror behind him and saw how he had decided to display her . . . Her head back, and her face accessible if he decided to fuck her mouth and her back arched, pushing her breasts up.  She could not move her arms or shoulders in any manner . . . 

 

She was not restrained from the waist down, but spread widely and with him standing between her legs she could only twist her hips . . . He slid his hands under her hips and slid her towards him a bit,  then felt him stroke and pet her wet slit . . .

 

He opened a jar of salve brought from Khoru's clinic, covered his hands and began softly applying it to her thighs . . . The cream was cool cool and she squealed and giggled as the sore warm tender flesh stung both hot and cold . . .  He continued to apply the cream until the welts were covered, then reapplied more to his hands . . .

 

"A sweet picture . . . Your cunt is swollen nicely . . ."   He applied the cream again and pressed the muscles firmly then harder along the lubricated welts  . . . She whimpered and cooed her approval . . . She twisted her hips to escape the pain, then raised them to his attention for more . . .

 

The massage continued to her belly and her nipples as her thighs burned and ached and her clit throbbed . . . A hard slippery pinch of her nipples and her labia caused her to cry out and then catch his eyes, wanting another . . .

 

The agonizing massage continued and she felt her arms ache at the strain, the collar bit her neck and she  pressed against every touch of his . . . The soreness, the slick sensitive welts blended pain, pleasure and the pressure . . . She wanted to stop but couldn't  bear the thought . . . He press again and she finally arched her back and strained . . . And whimpered at the praise of her master  . . . She was rewarded for twisted posture with him fingering her clit and pressing hard on the closest welt. . . . He continued until she cried out and tried to close her legs around his hand . . . He pressed and fingered her again, she cried out louder yet and then relaxed her legs . . .

 

He turned her on her side and she drew her legs up and felt the sticky pain and the hard bruised pulse between her legs . . .  Her muscles were both soothed and sore, the sensation she'd felt after a massage she would have had.

 

She closed her eyes and opened them a bit later as he released her arms and stood her.   She pet his cock with her hand and he led her again to the shower, had her spread her legs and cheeks as he rinsed her off with the hand wand.   Wrapped again in a clean robe, she was cuffed with her hands in front and put on her leash  . . . And led out of the bedroom.   She snuggled close and giggled as she felt  between the two robes and fingered the soft head of his cock.

Overheard at Huntington recently:

"It's great that we got a larger, faster, supposedly newer copier, but the document feeder doesn't work!"

And it was true! It didn't feed. No activity. Like feeding a fussy baby. You can put food near the mouth, but the mouth wasn't taking any. Nuh uh.

So today, there was one student, and 3 teachers, and the student was taking a test - in other words, occupied. I was tasked with 'copying extra pre- and post-tests' to refill the supplies in my last 15 minutes before leaving early. Therefore, I was using said copier.

This frustrates me! Multiple page documents can't be fed and collated, so I have to hand-collate. Annoying! Why get a refurbished copier that doesn't completely work?

Given
Refurbished copier doesn't completely work
Feeding tray does not work
Annoyed tutors

Solution
Fix copier

Logic
Why does the feeder not work? Why sell a refurbished copier that doesn't completely work?

I stick a few pages in there, and stick them in as far as they go to trip any sensors that are in there.
Copy.
Nothing.


Is there a switch to turn on the feeder?

No. How silly of a design that might be! Two switches? Come on.


Is the feeder not "plugged in"?

See above logic.... wait... there's a cable, but it's not a power cord, hanging from the feeder. It's a 25-pin male serial printer cable. A very short (4") printer cable.


A short computer serial cable? To what, a computer right next to the thing? How idiotic.

Feel around for anything - switches, toggles, buttons... gaps...
Aha! A small pocket, within range of the cable!
Move copier to see pocket... A 25-pin female outlet!
Plug cable in. Feeder makes noise!
Stick sheets in feeder. Hit 'Copy'.


Nothing.

Maybe the document feeder doesn't work, and this was unplugged as a message to not use it.

Give up.
No.
Wait...


Cycle power switch.

Insert pages into feeder.



P: "Hey Holly, we have a document feeder now!"
H: "What did you do to fix it?!"
P: "I plugged it in!"
H: *Laughing* Seriously??

:D

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I spent a big portion of the morning playing on Guitar Hero: Greatest Hits.
Despite my mam being in the room on the PC - I still went on vocals.
I'm unsure why - maybe it was an odd burst of confidence.
Yesterday was one of my better vocals days - I seemed to be getting a lot more 100%s than usual.

Shelly finished work early in the afternoon, so she came round again to see me.
Today wasn't my best of days.
My mood and Shelly's mood were the most conflicting and contrasting they've ever been.

One thing though, I'm glad we didn't argue with each other.
I felt that shit, I'd have just slashed my wrists infront of her and not cared.

I wasn't even bothered to do anything, so I was just laid on my bed most of the time, staring into space, or at the ceiling.
Fair enough, I cuddled up to Shelly - because hugs keep me from getting a lot worse. I had random bursts of tears - at one point where I needed my inhaler, but I wouldn't take it.

But Shelly wanted lots of kisses, and I didn't want to be kissed. I wasn't in the mood.
I'm sure she could tell - because when she kissed me, I didn't kiss her back very much.

She was also in a rather randy mood - and I seriously wasn't interested.
I felt like just curling up in a ball and dying - so the last thing I wanted was to be intimate with her.
Normally I would jump at the chance, or at least, be slightly enthusiastic about it.
Today just wasn't the same.

I regretted letting her touch me - because I felt even worse afterwards.
Didn't feel like I'd deserved it - and it hadn't felt anywhere near as good as it normally does. I had too many things in my head I had to think about, I couldn't concentrate either.

I didn't have any energy either - even though I gave Shelly attention a few times - my arm gave up really easily, so she didn't get very lengthy sessions. And I couldn't even do what I normally do to get feeling back in my wrist - I just gave up in the end.

Shelly was getting upset, thinking I didn't love her anymore or wasn't interested in her anymore.
This was pathetic - surely she could see I'd lost fucking interest in EVERYTHING, not just her.
I was actually surprised I'd been arsed to have a shower and brush my teeth - because when I lapse this badly, I don't even feel like doing that.

Despite wanting to just go and slit my throat, I still cuddled Shelly and held her in my arms when she started crying. Obviously, I wouldn't just ignore her. She wouldn't do it to me, so.

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Today and Tuesday, we've had nothing in that Shelly actually drinks - so she'd brought along a little bottle of Schweppes dilutable concentrated blackcurrant.
It smells proper lush and it tastes alright too.

I had a pint of it, when Shelly decided to share it - and I got an odd hyper burst for about 10 minutes.
I was skipping up and down the kitchen and doing the comedic sneak-walk up the stairs.
Then I ate a sausage roll - but before I bit into it, I tried to see how much I could stick down my throat before I gagged - then I took it out of my mouth again and slapped Shelly about the face with it.
Soggy pastry. :D

Then naturally, as soon as the hyperness went away, I felt about five times shitter than I did before.

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Claire was talking on and off to me on MSN.
She found a photo of our old secondary school's headmaster - and she was using Photoshop to stick his head onto peoples' bodies. She started with a Bad Taste Bear, then I suggested she put him on Marylin Monroe's body - and that one was proper hilarious.

Then I suggested a hunk or a body builder, and she sent me this:



Lmfaooooooo. :D

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Ash apppeared online shortly after - and she said she'd snaffled Jordan's laptop.
Which, has decent connection and a built-in webcam and microphone. :D

So we had a video conversation.
Well, my webcam's finally decided to die - so she only got audio from us.
Shelly tried to keep quiet, oddly not wanting Ash to know she was here - until we made her piss herself laughing and she PROPER echoed round the room.
I'm surprised everyone in Ash's bungalow didn't hear her. :)

And naturally, Ash is a bit of a knob on a webcam.
Prime print-screened example:



"HIYAAAAARRR..."

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