The County's finest

After that night at Cool's house (read: Eye Candy post) I would never hang out with Eye Candy any where else besides his own place or Angels. I would still go and visit him at the gas station where he worked nights occasionally after I got off work.

One evening about midnight, I pulled into the gas station to pop in and say "Hi" to Eye Candy. The store was pretty much empty except for the other cashier, 1 customer and a Cop. I jumped out of my car and strolled inside. Eye Candy was leaning on the counter chatting with the Cop but when he saw me enter, he smiled. The Cop turned to see what he was looking at, and when he saw me, he nodded his head as to say "hey", told Eye Candy he needed to step outside but would be back in a few.

Eye Candy had some things around the store to do, so I followed him around chatting as he did his work. I had a favor to ask him, I needed help changing the bulb of my tail light because it burned out and I had no idea how to do it. He said as soon as he finished restocking the drinks, he'd be more than willing to take a look. We chatted a few minutes longer when the Cop walked back inside and joined our conversation. Within minutes, the Cop started teasing me and it was really getting old. I told Eye Candy that I was going outside to smoke and to come out when he was done.

I walked outside, lit my cigarette and leaned against my car. A voice behind me said, "You shouldn't smoke, it's bad for your health" Oh like I had NEVER heard that before. I turned around to see the Cop standing a few feet behind me. I rolled my eyes, said "Oh really? I didn't know that.. gee.. why didn't someone tell me that before?" I said sarcastically and turned back around. God, he was irritating. You think he would have taken the hint, but he didn't. He walked closer to me, trying to stir up a conversation.

"So, what's your name?"

"J"

"Ohh really? Huh.. that's funny"

"And why the hell is that funny?"

"Ohh.. hahah it's nothing"

This man was really starting to piss me off. "Nothing, huh. Was something, if it made you chuckle."

"Well.. you really wanna know?"

"I asked didn't I?" Is it illegal to be rude to a Cop when you're just having a conversation? When he isn't pulling you over or anything? I wondered to myself.

"Hmm.. well.. maybe I'll tell you before you leave" He smirked and walked back inside. I stomped on my cigarette and walked back inside behind him. I didn't know why, but damn it this man made me madder than a wet cat.

"You done yet?" I asked Eye Candy as I walked back into the store.

"Just a few more minutes. Sorry!"

I sighed and went to browse the magazine rack while I waited. I tried to stay away from the Cop as much as possible. I didn't want to go to jail for going off on an Officer of the Law. My attempts to put some distance in between us didn't work and he joined me over at the magazines a few minutes later. I noticed he stood very close to me but as I tried to step back, I almost tripped. The jerk was standing on my shoe lace.. ON PURPOSE! I bent down to tie my shoe and while I did, he made some remark I didn't quiet hear, but I knew if I had, I would have said something rude. A few minutes later, the same thing. This time, when I bent down to tie the shoe lace again, I heard him say something along the lines of "Yea, I like to see you bent over"

Without thinking, I stood up and kicked him square in the shin. "OW!! What the fuck you do that for!?" he yelled

First I laughed, then I was afraid. Surely I was going to jail now. I just assulted an officer. "I heard what you said jerk!"

He leaned in close to my face, "I could take you to jail right now. You know that, right?"

I knew I better think quick. For a few seconds, I just stared at him. I don't know why, but my anger fled and a new sensation washed over me. I realized he was HOT! Like, I wanted to throw him down on the nasty gas station floor and fuck his brains out hot. So, I straightened my back and leaned closer in to him, "Yea.. well.. I have a feeling I wouldn't make it to jail" I said, with a smile forming on my lips.

"And why is that" he whispered so faintly I could barely hear him

"Because you'd let me go"

"And why would I do that?"

We were whispering so softly, I was surprised either of us heard what the other was saying. "Because, how are you going to explain that the girl you're bringing in.. you just fucked in the back seat of your cop car?"

He just stared at me with mixed emotions in his face.

"Go outside" He demanded

I was still nervous. I didn't know this guy at all. I knew there was still a chance he could take me to jail, but if he did, I'd definately have some ammo up my sleeve. Thankfully, the gas station had cameras inside and if I needed to use those to show he was harrassing me, then I knew Eye Candy would help.

"I'm going back outside" I yelled over my should to Eye Candy as I followed the Cop out.

Once outside, the Cop leaned against the hood on his car staring at me.

"Yes?" I asked

"So.. You wanna know why I laughed when you told me your name?"

"Yes, I do"

"Well, all the J's I've ever met have always been freaky."

"You calling me a freak????" I asked, some what insulted

"No.. No.. not like worship the devil freak. But more like.. a freak in bed, freak"

"Ohhhhhhh" I said, producing yet another smile.

"So.. does the tradition continue?"

"I don't know. Guess you'll have to find out"

"Hmm.. maybe 1 day I will."

And with that, Eye Candy walked out. The Cop said he had some paperwork to do in his car and got in. Eye Candy walked over to my car and started to look around. He couldn't figure out how to change the lightbulb either so we both gave up. I stuck around for a little bit longer then told him I had to leave. As he was giving me a hug goodbye, a minivan came into the parking lot and stopped behind my car. I turned to see who it was, but I didn't recognize the woman. Something was yelled to us, but I didn't hear what was said, then the minivan left.

"Someone you know?" I asked Eye Candy

"Yea..." He said and looked away

"Well? Who was that?"

"My wife"

"WHAT! YOU HAVE A FUCKING WIFE!??"

"Yea.. but we're seperated. We haven't been together in over a year. She's just pissed 'cus I'm late with my child support"

"What a damn minute! I thought you said you had none when we were at Cool's house"

"No. I said nine."

"WHAT!?? You have fucking nine kids!?!"

"Yea.. why do you think I have so many jobs? I have to pay child support for all of them."

Holy Jesus Christ! Nine fucking kids?!? Seriously? After that, I excused myself and got in my car to leave. I saw the Cop look over and I waved goodbye. I was pissed, to say the least. So, I backed my car up and pulled out of the gas station. When I did, my tires squeeled a little, but I didn't care. The speed limit was 40 on that street, but I was doing 50mph. In my rearview mirror, I saw The Cop pull out of the gas station as well, going the same direction I was and his lights were on. I knew he was coming after me, but I just kept driving faster. After I got up to 65mph, I decided I better pull over so I pulled into a vacant parking lot. He pulled up beside me, got out and leaned over the top of his car.

"You know why I pulled you over?" He asked, acting all serious

"Umm.. cus you forgot to get my number?" I asked, trying to make light of the situation

"Hahaha. You're funny. Do you know you have a tail light out? And you were speeding?"

"Uhh.. YEA! I know about the tail light. That's what I came up to ask Eye Candy to help me with. I have it right here if you want to try to figure it out." I said sarcastically

"Nope. But you need to get it fixed. Other Cops won't be as nice as I am."

"Oh you call what you are nice?" I asked, as he made his way around his car to my window

"Of course I'm nice. You don't think so?"

"You threatened to take me to jail"

"And you propositioned a cop"

"No I didn't. I just said you'd have a hard time explaining that the girl you were bringing in, you fucked in your car"

"So, you weren't asking me to fuck you?"

"Why, do you want to?"

"And if I say yes?" He was so close to me I could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Then we need to meet up sometime"

His radio went off and he had to go to respond to a call. "Here's my pager, call me and we'll meet up" He said as he turned to walk away.

"You sure about this?"

"Oh yes. I'm definately sure" He answered as he slid into the car and pulled away.

I decided I'd wait a few days and give him a call. Surely I'd be safer with a Cop than I was with Eye Candy and Cool.

A Lovely Poem From The Logger

Just wanted to share an email I received from a friend of mine who lives in Washington state and works as a Logger, that really cracked me up. I was complaining about how hot the weather is here and he was complaining that it wasn't warm enough there. Anyway, to me, his email sounded more like a poem than anything else.

So, here it is..

"I'm horny. you and your above 80 temperatures suck. I will just sit here and enjoy the 80 degrees we have right now.

I'm horny. Doesn't happen much anymore, but I am horny.

Look, I used caps and apostrophe's. Amazing.

I'm frustrated.

Horny, and only a little spit and a dirty hand to fix it with.

I gotta go wash my hands, thanks for this."

So, did anyone else find it as funny as I did? :)

Eye Candy

It was towards the end of 2002 and while coming back with a friend; Angel from visiting another friend The Trainer (whom I'll post more about later) and his roommate, Angel and I stopped into a 7-11 to grab a drink. She had cotton mouth and I was feeling pretty dehydrated after the nights festivities with The Trainer. Him and I were like friends with benefits more than anything else. We saw each other occasionally but it never went on beyond that, so it didn't stop me from flirting with others.

We were just pulling out of the parking lot of the convenience store when I spotted a tall, dark-skinned black man walking from the gas pumps. He was bout 6 ft tall, thin, shaved head and looked like he was chiseled out of stone. I stopped the car and gave the Eye candy a whistle which prompted a 30minute conversation with him. Angel was getting irritated, her high was coming down and she wanted to go to bed. I exchanged numbers with Eye Candy and we went on our way.

I worked only about 10 minutes away from the 7-11, where he worked as a night manager for a 2nd job. I worked evenings, getting off at 11pm, so every once in a while I'd stop in after work to say hi. 1 evening I stopped in to say hi, and we made plans for the next night. Him, me and Angel would meet up with his friend Cool and just see what would happen. I called Angel to make sure she could make it and went home.

The next night I went over to Angels house about 9pm, agreeing to pick up Eye Candy at 10. For lack of lighting and bad directions, her and I got lost and ended up having him walk down to a corner store so we could find him. Once we arrived, he jumped in, giving us directions on how to get to Cool's house.

We pulled into Cool's driveway about 20 minutes later. This definitely wasn't an area of town 2 middle-class white girls were known to frequent, unless you were looking for some hard core drugs. I was a little nervous about getting out, shot Angel a cautious look, she shrugged and we both exited the car. We made our way up the stairs to Cool's front door, all the while, my stomach churning. I was getting an uneasy feeling, but brushed it off.

Cool answered the door to my surprise, the music emanating from his house was deafening and I was shocked he even heard us. He ushered us in, glancing out the door once before shutting it. Eye Candy plopped down on the couch, I sat next to him while Angel sat on the other side of me. Cool was sliding into a chair to the left of us. I was taking my time looking him up and down, trying to asses him, hoping it would relax me a little. I felt a sharp jab to my ribs from the right and I looked over at Angel like, "What the fuck is your problem???". When I looked at her, she motioned with her head towards the T.V. so I followed her gaze. Porn was playing on the T.V. I looked back at Angel with yet ANOTHER "What the Fuck!" face. We were both thinking the same thing...

"Did they think we were going to have an orgy? Or a gang-bang? Or just rape us both?? Surely they didn't' expect her and I to do anything with each other??!!?"

I leaned into Eye Candy, hoping it would provide some security. Angel asked if she could smoke a cigarette inside but Cool said no, we'd have to go outside. We decided to wait a few minutes and try to engage Cool into conversation, hoping we could try to figure out what he was thinking/planning.

He wasn't a very talkative guy, so her and I gave up on it after only 5 minutes. We excused ourselves to go outside and smoke. We obviously wanted to talk to each other out of earshot of the guys. We grabbed our purses and walked back down the external stairs to stand by her car. We each smoked 2 cigarettes in record time, we were both very nervous. I'm not sure if it was us being naive, or that we kind of enjoyed the adrenaline we had because of feeling like we were in the face of danger, but we decided to stay.

We snubbed out our cigarettes and walked back towards the stairs in hushed conversation. Suddenly, we heard major rustling in the giant tree above us and froze. We didn't know if we should run up the stairs or just jump in the car and leave. She grabbed my wrist, as if I would be able to offer any security. I was just as freaked as she was. Before we had the change to make up our minds, something heavy feel out of the tree just behind us and moaned. We screamed and ran up the stairs holding hands like something was after us. We barged through Cool's front door shaking and out of breath, slamming it behind us. Eye Candy and Cool were just as startled as we were from the noise we had created trying to get inside.

"What the fuck is all that shit about?" Cool asked, obviously irritated.

Angel and I started talking at record speed on top of each other. It was obvious neither guy new what the hell we were saying and Eye Candy tried to get me to calm down. Eventually Angel and I were able to make a comprehensible sentence and as we continued talking Eye Candy got up and looked out the widow. Sure enough, there was a man still half laying on the ground between Angel's car and the stairs. Cool laughed, apparently thinking it was the funniest thing he's ever heard.

"Oh that's just Leroy. He's a major crackhead and always climbs trees when he's high, but is never able to get back down and usually falls" Cool said still laughing. Eye Candy joined in on the laughter, I guess it was pretty funny to see two VERY white girls scared out of their wits by a true crackhead.

Eye Candy could tell I wasn't too happy with him laughing at us and asked if he could talk to me in the other room where it wasn't so loud. I agreed and Cool said we could use the 1st room on the left down the hall to talk. I tried to navigate in the complete darkness with poise, unfortunately, it didn't work and I stumbled on some very small pink shoes.

"Does Cool have kids?" I asked Eye Candy

"Yea, 2 girls. But they live with their mom and only come to visit"

Well, that explained the shoes I feel over. Once we were in the room, Eye Candy turned on a dim light and we tried to talk. The music was still very loud in there so it was hard to hear what he was saying, so I resorted to try reading his lips.

"How many kids do you have?" I mouthed, knowing he couldn't hear me either

"None" He mouthed back, or so I thought.

Before I was able to ask any more questions, he leaned in and kissed me. It was our first kiss and I quickly got into it. Before I realized, we were laying on the mattress, which was on the floor in the center of the room, completely naked. Our hands and mouths were exploring each others bodies. I crawled down between his legs and grabbed his already hardened dick with my hands. I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick as his fingers found the right spot to make me moan. I didn't want him to cum from head and I knew he was close so I released his dripping dick from my mouth and looked up at him. With 1 sudden movement, I was on all 4's facing away from the bedroom door as he entered me from behind. We were in a synced rhythm and I was about to cum for the 2nd time when I heard something beside me and what I thought was a 3rd hand rubbing my ass.

Confused because I knew Eye Candy couldn't possibly be THAT flexible or have 3 hands, I turned to see Cool standing in front of me with his hard dick only inches away from my mouth and his hand begin to creep between my legs trying to find my clit around Eye Candy's dick. I screamed and tried to crawl away but Eye Candy had a hold of my hips and all it did was push me flat onto my stomach. Eye Candy slid out of me and I rolled over onto my back. Cool leaned down, grabbed me by the hair and tried to shove his hard dick in my mouth while Eye Candy thought it would be a good time to try to re-enter me. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked directly into Cool's eyes.

"I swear to fucking god, if you even TRY to put that fucking thing in my mouth I'm going to bite it the fuck off! And how are you going to rape me with no fucking dick!"

As I said this, I pulled both of my knees up to my chest and pushed with all my might, hitting Eye Candy in the chest with me feet and sending him falling to his back. Cool looked startled and took a few steps back. Eye Candy swore and got onto his knees.

"What the fuck, Man! Why'd you come in here!?" Eye Candy yelled at Cool. Cool had a confused look on his face but quickly pulled his pants back up and left the room. I sat there staring at Eye Candy for a minute, not sure what to do or what to ask. Finally, after a few seconds, I took in a breath.

"Why did he come in here!? Did you tell him it was O.K.?" I yelled

"No! He asked me if you were down with it, and I said I had no idea. I said I'd see and let him know. I guess he just decided to try?!"

I got off the mattress, found my clothes and got dressed. I was not in the mood anymore, by any means. I flew open the door and stormed out into the living room where I saw Angel sitting in the same spot as I left, but looking a little more scared.

"Angel, we're leaving! NOW!" I didn't even stop to see if she was behind me, I just walked to the door, flew it open and continued down the stairs. I was only on the second step when I realized the crackhead could still be out here and I didn't want to be alone. I heard Angel behind me and we both walked quickly to her car. We both got in, I grabbed a cigarette and Angel just stared at me, waiting for me to tell her either what had happened or where to drive to. There was a knock on my window and I jumped. Eye Candy was standing there looking confused.

"Why are you leaving? Come back inside, I'm sorry what happened. Cool says he's sorry too"

"Fuck Cool. I'm not staying there any more" I look over at Angel, "Do YOU want to stay?". She shook her head no. "Well, we're leaving then. You can either stay or leave with us, but we're leaving now!"

"Yea, give me a second. I'll tell him I'm leaving" and Eye Candy trotted back up the stairs. I could tell Angel was staring at me so I turned to her to ask her what.

"Dude... he had a gun" She whispered

"Who had a gun? Cool? Eye Candy?"

"Cool did. It was on top of his refrigerator. When you and Eye Candy went in the room, he pulled it out and sat it on the arm of the chair while you guys were in there. Then he walked off with it. I didn't know what to do! I tried to listen for yells or screams or shots, but the music was so loud! I couldn't hear anything! When I was about to get up to see if you were O.K. Cool came back out of the room and sat back down. He looked pissed so I didn't say anything to him. I just sat there. I was so scared! Then you came flying out of the room. What happened in there? Did they hurt you??"

I quickly explained what happened in the room and she looked as disgusted as I felt. I also wondered where Cool had the gun while he was trying to violate me. We both counted our blessings that we made it out alive. Her and I had grown tired of waiting for Eye Candy to come back and were just about to leave when he decended down the stairs. The ride back to his house was quiet and I couldn't wait for him to get out of the car. I was still wondering if he had given Cool the O.K. to come in and try, instead of believing his story. We arrived at his house and as he got out, he tried to give me a kiss goodbye. I wouldn't return it, but instead turned my cheek for him to kiss and Angel and I left.

Just as we pulled off his street we both were talking in frantic modes. Going over what had happened from the crackhead in the tree, to when I flew out of the bedroom. We both decided we would NEVER hang out with Cool again. Gun or no gun.

Toyman

I met Toyman in June of 2007. Yes, we originally met online, which I hardly EVER do, but the chemistry was there so I said what the hell. Our first date was.. well.. not what I expected. I had seen a picture of him and he told me he was a big guy, but neglected to tell me that yes.. while he was 6'5", he was also very over-weight.

During our first dinner together, I tried to look past his outter appearance (yes he was a VERY big guy, but he dressed nice and was clean) and remember how much fun we had chatting online and talking on the phone. At the end of the night he leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my head so he kissed my cheek instead. During the ride home and for the rest of the evening I contemplated breaking it off his weight was an issue for me but also, there was just something about him I couldn't put my finger on that didn't jive well with me, however, I never was one who judged people by their appearance before and thought it was rude if I did. I couldn't forget how much fun I had with him in person as well as by other communications. So, I bit the bullet and decided that I would go for it.

1 date turned into 2, 2 turned into more and before I realized it, we were spending a lot of time together. For the most part, we always had fun together. The only part of the relationship I was NOT enjoying was the sex. Thankfully God blessed him with a good tongue because he DIDN'T bless him with a big dick. Seriously.. when he was fully erect and hard as he could get, he still wasn't any longer than my thumb. The first time I saw it, I was like WTF is THAT!? What am I supposed to do with THAT? The only good part was that I didn't have to worry about gagging or deepthroating when giving him head. The only 2 positions we could do was either me on top, or missonary because he was too small for anything else. :(

One evening we were talking about fantasies and what we like and don't like. He decided to share with me that he enjoyed 'WAM'. I had NO clue what that was, so of course, I asked. Apparently WAM stands for Wet and Messy. I still didn't know what he meant exactly, so I asked for specifics, examples, etc. Much to my surprise he went into great detail, getting harder and harder the more he talked about it. He liked things dumped on him, he liked, just as the term is called, to be wet and messy. He liked getting phone calls in the middle of night and be told to mix up some creamed spinach and dump it on himself. He liked to have canned dog food rubbed all over his body. The more gross it was, the more he liked it. Sitting there, I didn't know if I could deal with that. I can deal with a LOT of requests in the nature of sex, but I didn't know if I could actually go through with watching him do that. It really of grossed me out.

As the days went on, I tried to act like he never told me, but he wouldn't leave it alone. Constantly asking me to call him or leave him messages to do things to himself. Finally, to apease him, I would occationally send him emails for him to do things when I wasn't around. That seemed to work, but again, for only a short time. I really liked him (for the most part) however, this situation wasn't something I was comfortable doing. We finally made an agreement that he could have someone else do those things for him, though I was still his girlfriend. I told him to just find someone online who was into those same things under the condition that it didn't interfer with our relationship. If I was spending the night, she can't call. If we were together for any reason, she can't contact him while I was around to have him do anything. He agreed and that arrangement seemed to work.. again for a short time.

Eventually he went back to requesting me to do it, but I just couldn't, not like he wanted anyway. He was no longer satisfied with my emails and wanted me to call him and tell him what to do, OR be there and out of the blue just demand that he did something. I JUST COULDN'T DO IT! The thought of it really gave me the willies and I just couldn't bring myself to dump food or whatever on him.

One weekend I was helping him clean his whole entire apartment. He was a HUGE slob and it was really starting to get to me. I was sitting on the floor in his bedroom folding clothes he had carelessly tossed around when I came across a pair of womens underware. Of course, my first reaction was WHAT THE FUCK!? WHO DO THESE BELONG TO? I called him into the room to ask him. He just stood there with a look of shock on his face, like 'OH SHIT'. I asked him, as calmly as I could, who they were from, how long ago, etc. It took him a few minutes to get the stuck on stupid look off his face and he sat on the bed.

"They're mine" he said
"What do you MEAN they're yours?'
"Well.. just what I said. They're mine. Look, I told you about the WAM and how I like to be degraded and stuff, but I didn't tell you all of it. I like to be femmed up, too"
Now I needed to sit down, I was so confused. "Wh.. what do you mean by 'femmed up'?' I asked, not sure if I wanted an answer.
"you know, like putting on make-up, painting my nails, wearing womens underware and lingerie and stuff like that." He got off the bed and went over to his dresser and continued, "you mean, you haven't looked in any of these drawers?"
"No, I haven't. Why would I? My clothes aren't in there, yours are, I have no need to look in there' I said, with my voice on edge.
"well.. you should. There's a lot of stuff in there, and not just bra's and panties and stuff" He said to me looking over his shoulder.
I slowly got off the bed and went to where he was standing as he began to pull out many items. As the stack got bigger on the bed, I felt overwhelmed and needed to sit down. I plopped back on his bed but continued to watch him pull article after article of various types of clothing out. When I thought things couldn't get any worse, he them produced a bib, a bonnet, and some diapers. There was nothing I could say, I just sat there in shock. After I was able to compose myself a little, I finally spoke.
"Umm.. whats this all about?" I asked as I picked up a bib and some diapers.
"Oh.. well.. again.. there's more. I also like to be treated like a baby. To be bottle fed, to be made to wear diapers and actually USE them!"
"Use them HOW? Like just pee in them or what?"
"No, USE use them. I like to be told to put them on and no matter what I have to do, pee, shit.. whatever, I have to do it in a diaper and I can't take the diaper off until I'm told"
"Is there anything else you left out? Anything else you think I should know about? If you've got anything else you like, say it now" I said, trying to keep my cool.
"Actually.. yea.. I like to be fucked in the ass with a dildo or a strap on. I want to be tied up and beaten. I want to be made into someones bitch, someone who looks like a mistress with the make up and everything."

Ooookaay.. by this time I know my face showed the horror of the mental pictures I had in my mind. Realizing then that the WAM wasn't NEARLY as bad as the rest of his fetishes. Shortly after, I told him I wanted to go home and asked if he'd bring me back. He did and the car ride was very quiet. I had so many things to think about, so many images that were running through my head that I didn't want to have. It was then that I knew what I had to do.

During these times, we would break up and get back together. Sad thing was, he was the 1 always breaking up with me for various (and really stupid) reasons. 1 time it was because he said I was too nice, 1 time was because he said I didn't smile enough, 1 time was because I didn't enjoy going to dirt track races (can we say REDNECK??) with him EVERY. SINGLE. FRIDAY. NIGHT! I would go occationally, like twice a month to make him happy, but that just wasn't enough for him. And yes everyone.. he would always break up with me through email or an IM, never to my face. Eventually, all the break-ups and the ugly words he used towards me made me bitter. Then the things I had discovered at his apartment.. well.. I had to find a way to get him back. (yes.. I hold grudges and yes, I can be a bitch).

The first opportunity presented itself about 2 weeks later. He had just broken up with me (AGAIN for something stupid) and I was mad. Like raging bitch mad. I asked for 1 more chance and he agreed. I said I'd be at his place the following Friday night and it was on. I showed up about 8pm dressed in a short tight black skirt, a corsette, heels and enough make-up to scare kids on halloween. As soon as he opened the door, I pulled out a riding crop (whip type thing) and hit him with it. His jaw dropped and he began to shake.
"ON YOUR KNEES YOU FUCKING PIECE OF WORTHLESS SHIT!" I yelled and he quickly obeyed. For the next 3 hours I made him walk around the apartment on his hands and knees butt as naked, hitting him with a crop and whatever else I could find while yelling at him. Then I made him kneel on his hands just for the fun of it while I hit him some more and attached a ball gag to his face so no one would be able to hear him yell. I was really begining to get into it. I was able to unleash the fury inside me that he had caused since we started dating. I made him stand up with his hands behind his head while I used the whip on his dick, all the while telling him what a pathetic small dick he had that can't pleasure anyone. I made him get back on his hands and knees and I grabbed his hairbrush, spit on it and shoved it up his ass. He began to cry, but I didn't care. I didn't know if it was from the pain or what, but I kept going. I was SO MAD! He never once asked me to stop, so I continued. I grabbed whatever I could, power cords, spatulas, remotes, riding crop, whatever and beat him. I grabbed him by his hair, lifted my leg and made him eat me until I came, then beat him some more. I saw that his dick was getting hard, then would go soft, then hard again. I thought it was just because he was into it, but certain things he didn't like which would make him go soft. I was wrong. He would get hard, cum without even being touched then go soft again. The cycled continued during those 3 hours. I continued until I was completely depleted of energy. I collapsed onto the couch and looked over at him. He was covered in sweat and tears. I finally told him he could remove the gag and get up. As soon as he did, he jumped on me and fucked me like a wild animal. I have to say, that was the best sex we ever had. But I knew we would not last and I still felt I wanted to pay him back even more.

The second opportunity presented itself in September of that same year. He has started talking again to a girl he had dated a few times a while back. He was trying to set up a 3some with us, and while I wasn't into it, I said I would. My master plan was to leave him high and dry. (no pun intended haha) After a few conversations with her on the phone, we eventually got to talking about my relationship with Toyman. I decided.. what the hell.. I'd tell her everything. By the time I was done with my story, she was mad at him as well. Her and I became allies, for this 1 last thing. Labor Day weekend was approaching and we decided that would be the best time for her to come down (she lived 1 state away going to college). We told him that would be the best thing, that way her and I could get to know eachother on Sat. and see what would happen on Sunday or Monday.

When the time came he was more excited than a fat man in an all you can eat buffet. (again.. no pun intended haha) She was to arrive Friday night at his place and all day Friday he was on top of the world. However, I wouldn't speak to him.. at ALL. He'd call (I wouldn't answer), he'd text (I wouldn't reply), he'd IM (I wouldn't respond). By 5pm that night, he had finally figured it out. He called me numerous times leaving voice messages, first starting out nice, but by the 12th phone call he was PISSED to say the least. I didn't care. Then came the emails. The other emails he had sent when he'd break up with me I thought were mean, but HA! They weren't even CLOSE to mean compared to the ones he was sending that night. He was so livid he eventually turned to threatening me. I just laughed, because I know he was too much of a wuss to do anything.

Those 3 months were probably the longest 3 months of my life. It was then that I knew I should just trust my instincts and should have ended it before it all began. However, I do have to say, I REALLY enjoyed beating the shit out him and even better, he liked it so I didn't have to worry about going to jail! :)