Ch. 8 CBD- Diary of a Broken Me #ASMSG #Erotica


If you missed the first 7 chapters … start from the beginning of  The Chat Box Dominant: Diary of a Broken Me.  (Ch. 8 originally posted for the Erotica Holiday Countdown)  Please note this will be the last publicized full chapter available in this section.  The first of the three books will be up for editing next week, and hopefully on Amazon by the end of March! HOLY COW! 🙂

Diary of a Broken Me

Santa starts off poorly, but finishes strong!

 

Dear Santa,

You just turned my entire life upside down,

Holy cow!

You really have to work on your approach to things.  You can’t spring it on a broken girl that you would like her to give up her whole fucking life, leaving behind her family and friends, and move across that big ass pond, to serve your every whim as your 24/7 slave.

That’s what the contract said.

The contract that you disguised as a Christmas present. You, who pretends to be Santa for kids every year at your toy store, sure have no idea what I wanted for Christmas! I was kidding about wanting to be on the naughty list!

ShitFuckDamnPissAndHell, Sir.

I was so not expecting it, and I overreacted, for that I’m truly sorry. And I’m not apologizing because  you spanked me. I’m apologizing because you didn’t deserve that, Sir.

I love you and Cynthia, but we hadn’t even talked about anything beyond this visit, Sir. Cynthia looked so hurt by my reaction, and we both ended up shedding tears together. You were so angry you had to leave the house for a bit. I ruined our first Christmas, which may be our only Christmas together, after my behavior.

I flipped out, we all screamed. A few vases, and I think one plate was shattered. Thankfully the children were with your parents for the afternoon, so we could have an adult Christmas, I had no idea how adult it was going to be, nor the childish way it was to end.

I’m not sure I can pack up my life, and forget those I love and care about. You and your wife are  the only people I even know over here, and how safe or sane is it for me to want to move half-way across the world after only one, three-week visit?

UGH!

Even after you dealt out my harsh, yet deserved spanking, we fucked like rabbits, and I’m still having doubts, Sir. Not about you or Cynthia or us. I’m having doubts about you wanting me— past this three weeks.

I’m doubting me. Seriously doubting me.

They always find a reason not to want me, this is why I’m broken.

Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not sexy enough, or not Emo enough? Or Perhaps… not Masochistic enough, not a big enough slut, too slutty, too sexy, and last but not least… too Emo.  Seriously I’ve heard it all, Sir.  Pick your poison. Which one of those do I not fulfill for you, or maybe it’s more than one.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

You ordered me to write exactly what I’m feeling, and the answer’s OVERWHELMED!

You pushed too hard, too fast, too much…I say too much!!

Damn, damn, damn it, Sir. I can’t stop thinking about the end. Six months of us working on our Master-slave relationship. Six months of you looming over the broken pieces of me, and putting them back together carefully, and one three-week visit has changed it all. I want to stop writing right now, and pack up my things, and sneak out in the middle of the night. I’m not going too, but I want to— You’ve no idea how much I want to go, before I ruin both our lives.

I’ve told you everything! No matter how much I gave of myself to my past owners, no one has ever loved me forever.  And Sir, you won’t either. See that’s the problem, you already have someone you’ve vowed to love, and I just can’t see you loving us both, forever.

Fucked up, I know…I told you that, Sir.  This isn’t brand new Maci day. I thought I was healing, but obviously I was wrong judging by my reactions today. Maybe I’m just too broken to be fixed, Sir. I’m just going to end up bringing us all down.

Don’t you see how wrong my way of thinking is, and yes I know it’s all part of who I am, but how can you love those things about me, Sir? I need you to explain this to me, please?

P.S. Up until I opened that gift this has been the best time I’ve had in my life, I thought you should know. I also think you should know, I truly believe you two love me, and I love you as much as I can love anyone, being as broken as I am.

I feel like tomorrow maybe we should discuss this as adults, and maybe sleeping will help to easy my worries and my mind, and we’ll all wake up with a better sense of things.

I keep mentioning three weeks, but it’s only been two, and it’s another week till the New Year. You really want me to stay after today?

You, contract creator— have you lost your mind with these rules?

You want me to sleep chained to the foot of your bed at night? Where the hell do you think I’m gonna go?

I have to ask permission for money? I’m not a child. That rule is ridiculous.

Crap…you’re stirring. Maybe I should pretend to be a sleep? Nah…brb. I’m going to talk to you.

Wish me luck! Ha Ha!

Dear naughty elf of mine,

You and I just had a very long discussion, you’re now sleeping, and I thought for a change I would write a little note to you.

You’ve dated, loved, and have been owned by serious idiots. Those blokes didn’t obviously see the beauty you have inside and out.

And you don’t either— you dumb broad.

It’s really not a good thing, baby. We’ve talked about the way you doubt yourself, and how it upsets me. I’m going to have to start punishing you each and every time you show doubt. You will learn to trust yourself, and trust in me.

One day you’ll stop blaming yourself and realize it was them. The sad part is, I think you know it, but you just want to protect yourself.

Fucking stop it. That’s my job.

Maci, I love you.

I told my fucking wife about you while we were on a family vacation. You would think that would be enough to show you how much I care, but I didn’t stop there. I convinced my wife that having a conversation with you would make her realize why I love you.

I’ll be damned if I wasn’t right, she loved you as much as I did, and still do, both of us still do darling. You’re my princess, and I’m not letting you go that easily. I read what you said above, but you had to know I wasn’t going to just take no for an answer? We both worked too fucking hard to get here, didn’t we?

Yes, we did.

I knew you weren’t asleep yet, I heard you sniffling. I also knew that you weren’t going to sleep if I didn’t do something about it. I good cry and a good cum, should do the trick!

Now…I’ve busted your ass once more, turned your already tender and pink bottom into a nice lovely knotted and bruised surface, and then I made love to you on the soft-fur rug in front of the fireplace. I left you curled up there to write you this note, but I’m going back to wrap you in the safety of my arms, and sleep with you for the night.

This isn’t our last Christmas, and you didn’t ruin it. You made it the most spectacular Christmas ever. I got to spank my beautiful slave girl’s ass, and I got to fuck the two most beautiful women. How could that be a ruined Christmas?

Moving here after 2 weeks is completely insane, and if you had made it to the bottom of the contract, you would have realized it didn’t take effect until exactly 1 year to the date it’s signed. That gives us all time to adjust, and time to fit into our perspective roles with one another.

You will need to work less, I will arrange this, but we have time to discuss it all. I plan to prove to you that you do deserve to be loved unconditionally, my slave.

I love you Maci. Chipped, slightly cracked, gently used; I love everything about you, my sweet broken baby girl…deal with it.

Your owner,

Lucas

Penelope Jones

Copyright 2013

16 responses to “Ch. 8 CBD- Diary of a Broken Me #ASMSG #Erotica

  1. Tease!! I was so super excited thinking I was getting a new chapter to read- ok so it’s my fault. But I am so happy I read it again. I forgot just how beautiful it was.

    I can not put into words how painfully beautiful this is. The way you expose Maci and her battle between her heart and her head is so moving that I can not help but to cry for her. Her words tug on your heart until you think your own heart is breaking only to be saved by the most compassionate Dom ever written Lucas. He knows & understands her so completely you can’t help but fall in love with him. I can’t wait to read and follow their journey. The last sentence is still my favorite “chipped, slightly cracked, gently used; I love everything about you, my sweet broken baby girl…deal with it.”

    Now hurry up and publish it! Sorry I know pushy pushy.

    • That is probably one of favorite lines I’ve ever written 🙂 Thank you missy! 😉 I’m editing, rewriting, and then editing again! But I’m in it! 😉

      XoXo & licks!
      Penny

          • Typos shypos! I never have those-lol.

            But more chapters yea!!

            Scarring small children & rockin the pirate look- sucks. Seriously, I had cute character & now the damn tree penis from Ana’s blog 😦

            Don’t work to hard beautiful! xo

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