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The Saints Defeat The Colts
Hopefully I do a bit better than last week!
I think we can all agree that things are not going in our country as they should. President Obama has clearly been a disappointment to people from all points on the political spectrum, as has the Democratic Congress. Left and Right, people know that all is not as it should be.
Massachusetts sent the President and Congress a large warning last week, hopefully he, like President Clinton before him, will do the correct thing and heed it.
State oriented extremism always kills majorities in our country. It did in the Republicans when they were pushing a religious based agenda and it is killing the Democratic majority while they are pushing a socialist based agenda.
It is odd that the leaders of both parties never seem to quite figure out that the American people want and expect limited government. Limited socially and limited economically.
Perhaps someday they will learn.
Jets Defeat The Colts
Vikings Defeat The Saints
The Senator walked by my desk and into her office. I quickly followed her in and locked the door, as was our routine at the end of every day.
She was staring out the window, across the broad lawns, to the Capitol Dome. It was truly a billion dollar view but I found the view of her backside as she contemplated the Capitol even more inspiring. I was Chief of Staff to the most beautiful woman in the United States Senate. Outside of this office I was a man of power, a man many feared. Inside the office I was something quite different though, for the Senator loved her power and sought out concrete ways of expressing it.
She reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Under it she had been wearing nothing but stockings and a garter belt, so I was treated to a perfect view of her spectacular ass. She spread her feet apart and leaned forward slightly, arching her back, placing her hands upon the windowsill.
"It's been a long day Tom." She said. "Kneel down behind me and worship my ass with your tongue while I admire the view."
Saints defeat Cardinals
Ravens defeat Colts
Vikings defeat Cowboys
Chargers defeat Jets
My presents are unwrapped, stacked around me, a boon because it is my birthday. Some are from Mistress Kate, others from Master John. Mostly they are beautiful, frilly, feminine clothing, pretty clothes to cover my new self, because under their whips I have become a sweet and submissive girl. I am no longer the strong and strapping man I was when I met them.
Mistress Kate reaches behind herself and pulls out one final gift with a card attached. It's addressed to Sissy from Master and Mistress. It is a joint gift, the only one of the night that they selected together. I open the card excited to see what they may have gotten me.
Dear Sissy,
We adore the fact that you are locked away for us, that your useless little cock is forever encased in its steel trap. We abhor the idea of you cumming and must insist that our sexuality, our orgasms, remain your only sexual pleasure.
We have however decided that you may begin masturbating again, and have found a wonderful toy that we are sure you will enjoy.
John & Kate
I was more than a little confused by their message in the card, but I hadn't cum in so long that my excitement was instantly ramped to unbelievable levels. I couldn't wait to see what kind of wonderful toy they had found for me to work my cock with.
I ripped the paper away from the package.
Inside was a massive black dildo, with balls attached. The words "Realistic 9 Inch Cock" were emblazoned across the top of the clear plastic package.
My eyes must have grown wide at the site of it for I heard Mistress laugh.
"I hope you like it Sissy!" She blurted out, still laughing. "I've always cum very hard with my dildo, and it's not nearly as big as yours!"
Later that night, on my hands and knees, I was made to demonstrate my new skills at "fucking myself." Apparently these words have become their new favorite term. They laughed, taunted, and slowly began to make love, as I moaned on the floor, doing my best to entertain them.
I stumbled across a very interesting site today:
It is in French, but the photography, while obviously heavily modified, is very interesting.
Jets, Patriots, Cowboys, and Packers emerge from the Wild Card Round.
"Come here." She said.
I walked to where she was standing at the side of her car and was given a tight and affectionate embrace. Slowly she took one of her hands from around my back and moved it towards my cock, grasping the plastic in which it was encased.
"You've been with me through everything, all these years and struggles. Partners forever." She said, while caressing the plastic, using one of our pet phrases.
They were words that I needed to hear from time to time, encouragement that we were on the right path with our unique lives. I'm sure she knew the force of her words by the way my body relaxed in her arms.
"It is because you are my favorite, my choice, that you must suffer the most. I'm replacing this plastic cage with steel because the more I love, the more I demand. Very soon your cumming will be locked away forever in cold steel, I love you enough to deny you. Do you understand?" She asked.
"I'm scared Mistress." I replied.
"I know." She said, releasing me, getting into her car and driving off.
2009 was a very difficult year for many of us, yet I think that no matter how hard it was we each enjoy our own blessings of life. I know that I certainly do, and that most of those blessings are granted to me by the wonderful people I have met through my interest in female domination.
I hope that I have given back as much as I have received.
I wish you a most wonderful New Year as we enter 2010, and I sincerely hope that 2010 is the very best year yet!
