White Tiger on Snow Mountain (23 page)

i was pretty close to yelling for help but i don’t know if anyone would’ve heard me

haha . . . shit I have to crash . . . I have a busy day tomorrow

psh

psh?

mmhmm

pish pish? psshaw? is that some kind of georgia saying?

you should hang around for a few and help me use myself.i’m in a mood

where are you? What have you got?

my hotel room

clamps, cuffs, rope, plug, dildo, our respective imaginations, duct tape

its a hotel or like a motel with seperate units and cars parked outside?

it’s an actual fairly nice hotel but they’re seperate units with cars outside

hmm . . . ok . . .

you should strip to only high heels, tie your knees together, stick the plug up your ass, write FUCK ME on your stomach, clamp your pussy lips open, stick the dildo in your mouth, tape the room key to your forehead, cuff your hands and then walk around the parking lot and back.

Hahaha that’s awesome

haha . . . thought you might get a kick out of that

hmmm . . . ok i’ll tell you how it goes next time we talk

I should get to see this!

hopefully i’l be lucky and no one will

see you, space cowboy

gnight

IM with blkrose 2:26 AM

so i licked every license plate in the parking lot last night.

hey . . . did you do what I said?

yeah. and licked every license plate in the parking lot to make sure i didn’t rush it took me like an hour and a half to get back to my room

did anyone see?

not that I’m aware of although some cars def went by as i
walked by the road and the guy at the desk was giving me weird looks this morning

maybe they got some complaints about a weird whore wandering around scaring folks

lol i was a sight i’m sure.you don’t wander with your legs bound in heels.you teeter

like being hobbled . . . i like that . . . too bad you didn’t get busted. Headlights. Cameras. Little kids jeering.

lol that happened to me before, sort of. at the beach. i was wearing a bikini that ties

and someone untied it both peices, not just my top

wow who did it?

i have no idea

where?

the. beach. i was in the water.

they took it with them?

or they got caught in a current or something. i definitely didn’t have them and i was trying to like

you had to walk out naked

signal my mom

yr mom

and she didn’t see me

haha when was this? How old?

so yeah, i had to walk up the beach to the blanket

how old were you?

15

classic everyone was looking?

i was mortified. no, who’d look at a naked 15 year old?

::smirk::

but you like being mortified . . . you thought about it later when you fingered yourself

yeah i did think about it later but at the time i was just mortified.

i couldn’t run bc i couldn’t cover myself and we were waaaay the fuck up the beach and i couldn’t cover everything bc i only have two arms

cover tits with one arm and yr pussy with the other . . . just show yr asscrack running by

no i tried my tits kept coming out and then i wouldn’t be thinking so i’d like stop and throw my other hand up over my tit and then i’d realize i was standing there naked also i fell

were people yelling or chasing you down the beach kids and dogs barking

i got alot of catcalls. a couple old ladies asked me if i was ok. i didn’t stop to chat

they wouldve given you a towel

i wasn’t really thinking about much but getting to MY towel

and then!

i had to help carry shit to the car and the towel kept falling because i couldn’t hold it and the other shit and my mom kept yelling at me like i was doing it on purpose

haha . . . you probably were you little slut

no i really wasn’t i had the towel tied at first and then i had a cooler in one hand and chairs in the other hand and it came untied and then i was just trying to juggle everything and keep the towel up so i could get to my clothes in the car

shit its late . . . i’m going to run 8 miles tomorrow . . .

psh

it’s 2

?

oh 2 o clock

you called it late.

yeah well I’m an old man

blah blah i can do about 5 before i collapse

I used to but when I quit smoking I doubled my running in like 2weeks

whatevs I met a slave out here.

oh yeah . . . slave for you? since when are you dom?

you remember when I was like “i’d make a cruel domme”?

I decided to find someone

a girl or a guy?

fem i don’t like male slaves

well me neither, haha so who’s your little slut?

she just graduated hs. she’s never done anything before. at all.

i told her she’d be sorry she started with me lol

whats she look like?

she’s alright looking. she could lose some weight. and will be.

so howd you meet?

personal ad. we emailed for a few and then she met me at the hotels restaurant

you used her yet?

yes.

how?

right now she’s bound to the table being my ashtray shaking like a leaf. im about 90% sure she got kicked out of her house. i wouldn’t untie her when it was time to leave.

you smoke?

yup

and you’re tipping ashes in her mouth?

and on her stomach

hows she bound?

on her back, arms and legs to the tables arms and legs

can you send me a picture?

i don’t have digital camera with me although she was kind enough to pick up a disposable camera to blackmail her with. it’s going in her mailbox tomorrow

she already wrote a letter

whats it say?

basically that she’s a whore who exists only to serve her mistress

the funny part is she only came her for a session

so she’s going home with you?

Maybe. I might just leave her tied up here or drop her off naked downtown i’m undecided

what else did you do to her?

cut all her hair off

haha

haha it’s not shaved it’s just all kinds of fucked up some spots are a few inches some spots are less than an inch

anyway time for one of us to sleep and the other one to shake all night

I’m not shaking.

I mean her.

Oh right.

IM with blkrose 11:14 PM

Haha

hey . . .long time no chat . . . whats so funny

i left her there

who?oh the girl tied to the table back in georgia?

hung up in the closet

why?

just cause. i told her was if she could find me she could stay with me.

did she want to . . . or she just wanted a date that went tragically wrong? haha . . . for her i mean

she wanted to.

jeeze clingy

well. we kind of got her kicked out of her house.

yeah well maybe she was looking for a way out of noweresville georgia too I guess

lol maybe. i wanna see if she can find me.

does she know your name or anything?

she knows my first name. the kind of car i drive. the state i’m from or at least the state i register my car in and she knows my cell #

still a big effort tho

if she’s clever she knows the name of my company but i don’t know if she’s clever

haha

if this girl comes up here i’m gonna buy a new house

wow must be love. You’re settling down.

Lol if i ever dont want her i can kick her out. i just want to build a special little hell

and did i tell you i’m limiting myself to slutty clothes? gave everything else to goodwill

what about work?

they can deal. i wanted to make myself a joke anyway, remember?

then you wont get that big new dungeon

why not?

I thought you said you’d get fired and lose yr house

hard to lose it if i’m selling it

?

i couldn’t lose the house without blowing through my savings first

i’m a trust fund baby, remember?

no I didnt know . . . but it figures . . .

well. i kept a pair of sneakers, sweats and a hoodie for working out. besides that, everything’s 5” heel or greater.skirts are all 12” or shorter. tshirts are all very thin. a couple little button up things. at home i’m in ballet boots, a corset, a posture collar, a ball gag and a butt plug.

so you said . . . but I havent seen the proof

lol when i decide i’m almost done there, like completely done i’m going to buy a pair of jeans to piss myself in at work. maybe at a meeting. maybe with a client.

go to bed now though

bc i am

right adios

In March I got sick. I thought I had a sinus infection, strep throat, bees building a hive in my nose. But Dr. Chang said it was allergies.

“Allergic to what?” I asked.

She shrugged existentially. “Some plant. A pollen. A mold. A dust.” Post-smoking and with recharged chi, my body was
changing. As Amy would say, I was sensitive. “You want to find out or just fix it?”

My eyes ran. My nostrils were sealed with cement. I could feel the pressure in my teeth and cheekbones. “Just fix it. Please.” She smiled and spoke to Amy. Maybe she told her that I hadn’t paid my bill because Amy spread me on my back, rolled up her sleeves, and got right to work pummeling my face. No needles yet. Just strong fingers molding my flesh like dough, digging in around the temples, jawbone, lips, as though sculpting me into some finer form. It hurt a lot. I lay still and tried not to whimper. I focused on the calendar, which depicted cranes descending on a wetland, perhaps in promise of spring, but shut my eyes when Amy lowered her trembling needle above them. She popped a couple in my cheeks, and a moment later, as if by magic, my sinuses cleared.

“Nose good?” she asked.