tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17765285.post-1129127301845623942005-10-12T07:06:00.000-07:002005-10-12T07:29:25.410-07:00It's the three of us in the basement again. I thought that things would be better after Baby joined us but of late, HE hasbeen targeting me to abuse. It was all about verbal humilliation today. As if it's not enough that we're shackled naked in the damp, smelly, basement all day. He brings out the whips and chains sometimes and drags us upstairs to either put on a show for his friends (in which case he dresses us up in skimpy clothing... Monitress gets the nicest stuff or at least the first pick) or he'll take us to his bedroom for a private flogging session.<br /><br />Who is He? He is Fos, the sun that all three of us are forced to revolve around. And he definitely gets off on it. Of course he'd say that he hates this part of him, that he does it because we deserve the punishment. But we know better. We might just be his sex slaves but we're not dumb blondes. Except Baby, who's just almost blonde. Or tried to be.<br /><br />But back to today. It was definitely Torture Apple Day. Not only did he make me pose in a variety of indecent positions, he made me have lunch in the dog-house at dinnertime. And just when I thought it was all over, he suprised me my drenching my entire body with ice-cold slush from the sidewalk in front of the house. Yippie-yi-ay, what a great end to a fucking day.<br /><br />At least I have Monitress and Baby to keep the heat off sometimes. We wish that we were stronger, braver, more powerful, less unlucky. It seems like all of us were born under ill-fated stars that aren't shooting too high and not shining very brightly.<br /><br />Definitely not right now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17765285-112912730184562394?l=fosvomit.blogspot.com'/></div>The Slaveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959799324792297016noreply@blogger.com0