There are times when I want to post, but I know I shouldn’t because in the moment I’m mad. And words shared when mad are never really from the heart, they’re more from the fist. But this one time I want to express what goes through my head on very particular occasions so please know that when my self-reasoning catches up with me, my opinion changes completely.
I’m out the door to run errands, with a limited amount of time to do so. I get a text “You’re going hunting. Now”. That means go find a cock to suck and send Him picture proof. My initial reaction is that I haven’t had that order in a long time, and I get butterflies. But then as I’m looking around it’s like all men were wiped from the face of the earth or strategically sewn to the side of a woman. I stop at a few locations and finally I see a lone male who is neither a senior citizen or a street beggar and I make my pitch… wham bam thank you ma’am, I’m in the front of his truck, and he’s just about to blow, I have my camera in hand and he stops me from taking the shot and fires off instead. So now I have no proof, and a strangers cum on my lips. I take a picture of the cum and send at least that to Master.
The response I receive is more wordy, but it pretty much says I failed.
Fuck.
So now I’m nausceous, stuck with the taste of shitty cum in my mouth, ready to cry for failing to get it right, and also failing to accomplish the original errands I set out to do. Instead of making Him happy, I’ve pissed Him off and taken two steps back in getting what I needed done.
