Things a sub should NEVER say to her Dom

"*groans*
Mistress.... Pleeeeaasse......
*moans*
Please, Mistress...

Mistress!!! Beige...BEIGE!!!!!!"

I'm waiting very patiently for the perfect opportunity to use this. With any luck it'll put a quick end to the warm ups.

(and if it goes over well, I might get the guts (and moment of stupidity large enough) to tease her with 'Are you alright, Mistress? Because you're hitting like a girl tonight.)
:devil:
 
"OMG, *gags, wretches*, Sir, what *is* that smell?!"

"STOP! ...I got a hangnail, and it's caught on the rope!"

"What goes *where*?"

"You first."
 
Learned this one today.

"Gee, that didn't leave much of a mark."

Won't sit for the rest of the week, :D
 
May I please cum? Please? And, I know it's not your name, but would it be okay if I called you "Larry"?
 
I have only ever said two things that pissed Master off.

"I'm not suckng you until you shave! I'm tired of coughing up hair."

And

"I think your sister might be hotter then you."
 
I don't think it was any one thing I said...more like a couple of days worth of toeing the line...but I got addressed by my full name this morning. A clear signal that I am really in trouble ("trouble" really...not to be confused with Trouble, or I'd be in tears). But that use of my full name...all the gravity of looming consequence that it conveys...Could. Not. Be. Hotter. :cattail:
 
I have only ever said two things that pissed Master off.

"I'm not suckng you until you shave! I'm tired of coughing up hair."

And

"I think your sister might be hotter then you."

I've done versions of the first, but gotten away with it...

As for the second, I now wish his sister was hot, I want to see what'd happen... :D

The worst I've ever actually said was some version of
"Can I just tie me up? You suck at it."
 
Probably the dumbest thing I ever said was, "If you want me to do that then you'd better make sure I am gagged all the time." I haven't said much since.
 
none ive had said but would be funny

how about for you married ones out there....

thats all you got? i spank our kids harder than that!

or

no i will not call you daddy or what were doing is incest!!!
 
wow REALLY original.. isnt this like the millionth time youve done that why not mix it up a bit, here let me show you how its done...
 
The day after a particularly intense session:

Me: "Nope, my ass doesn't hurt at all."
Him: "Oh, really?"

Those bruises lasted almost three weeks....
 
How on earth has this thread been dead for almost 2 years??

Big BUMP for some of the funniest stuff I've read in a while. (Not so much at the end, but if you read it from the beginning.....)
 
"For twelve years, you have been asking: Who is John Galt? This is John Galt speaking. I am the man who loves his life. I am the man who does not sacrifice his love or his values. I am the man who has deprived you of victims and thus has destroyed your world, and if you wish to know why you are perishing-you who dread knowledge-I am the man who will now tell you.” The chief engineer was the only one able to move; he ran to a television set and struggled frantically with its dials. I'm just your little slut tonight. But the screen remained empty; the speaker had not chosen to be seen. Only his voice filled the airways of the country-of the world, thought the chief engineer-sounding as if he were speaking here, in this room, not to a group, but to one man; it was not the tone of addressing a meeting, but the tone of addressing a mind.

“You have heard it said that this is an age of moral crisis. You have said it yourself, half in fear, half in hope that the words had no meaning. You have cried that man’s sins are destroying the world and you have cursed human nature for its unwillingness to practice the virtues you demanded. Ooh, daddy, use the big toy tonight. Since virtue, to you, consists of sacrifice, you have demanded more sacrifices at every successive disaster. In the name of a return to morality, you have sacrificed all those evils which you held as the cause of your plight. You have sacrificed justice to mercy. You have sacrificed independence to unity. You have sacrificed reason to faith. You have sacrificed wealth to need. You have sacrificed self-esteem to self-denial. You have sacrificed happiness to duty.

“I can't wait for your huge cock in my little ass. You have destroyed all that which you held to be evil and achieved all that which you held to be good. Why, then, do you shrink in horror from the sight of the world around you? That world is not the product of your sins, it is the product and the image of your virtues. It is your moral ideal brought into reality in its full and final perfection. You have fought for it, you have dreamed of it, and you have wished it, and I-I am the man who has granted you your wish.

“Your ideal had an implacable enemy, which your code of morality was designed to destroy. I have withdrawn that enemy. I have taken it out of your way and out of your reach. Make me beg for a fucking. I have removed the source of all those evils you were sacrificing one by one. I have ended your battle. I have stopped your motor. I have deprived your world of man’s mind.

“Men do not live by the mind, you say? I have withdrawn those who do. The mind is impotent, you say? I have withdrawn those whose mind isn’t. There are values higher than the mind, you say? I have withdrawn those for whom there aren’t. I need your cock inside me.

“While you were dragging to your sacrificial altars the men of justice, of independence, of reason, of wealth, of self-esteem-I beat you to it, I reached them first. I told them the nature of the game you were playing and the nature of that moral code of yours, which they had been too innocently generous to grasp. I showed them the way to live by another morality-mine. It is mine that they chose to follow.

“All the men who have vanished, the men you hated, yet dreaded to lose, it is I who have taken them away from you. Do not attempt to find us. We do not choose to be found. Do not cry that it is our duty to serve you. We do not recognize such duty. Do not cry that you need us. We do not consider need a claim. Do not cry that you own us. You don’t. Do not beg us to return. We are on strike, we, the men of the mind. Anyway. I'm a naughty little baby bitch."
 
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