I believe it all started when I was born, or not so long after. I saw the light for the first time and I believe it was scary. All of these things, people, looking at me. It was all so different from what I was feeling and experiencing for the previous nine months. It was way too weird and I wanted to go back, but that wasn't at all possible. Right after those first few moments, I was put in the dark. I tried to get away but I was attached. I wasn't allowed to leave. It has just begun...
I think I was about 6 years old, I lost track of time, when my master began to not let me see the light like he used to. I used to come out maybe 6 times a day now it is about 3 times. I thought my master may not like me as he once used to, I didn't know. I still got my daily wash from my master's mother, but even she was bothered and annoyed with me. She wanted my master to do it. Master complained, as he always did about anything! What was I to do. I didn't get much attention in that time, but that would soon change!
I'm guessing at around 12 years, or was it 11, anyway my master began hanging around more people. Before I knew it I was getting all the attention. His friends liked me and master was finally paying me more attention. I got the chance to come outside more and more often. I got more baths and showers. I can't help it that I'm this old and still getting washed, don't you just envy me? Soon after, probably about 2 months to be exact, I had a life altering experience. Master, his friend, and I were playing one day when I took ill. I tried to tell them that I was sick but they couldn't hear me. They just kept playin and I ended up ruining everything by throwing up. It was a mess! I felt better afterward but master and his friend didn't seem to care. :-|
Ever since then life went down hill. As I was grew up, I got bigger and started to get hair on me. I never had hair on me before and I didn't know how to react to it! Master's friends stopped coming over and I think he got mad at me. He started abusing me. He'd beat me endlessly. I'd be so sore the only thing I could do afterwards was lay there. He even forced me to vomit every night before he went to sleep. It was terrible. In the years not so far ahead, around 18 years old, he even started to shove me into these alleyways where the smell was so intense, that would make me puke too! It was a lot to handle, to have someone treat you like this day in day out.
Now, here I am 21 years old, and I have survived. I've learned to deal with the beatings. I've learned to enjoy throwing up and pukin my guts out all over the place, even in those dark alleyways (I held my breath till it was over)! But I am thankful that I always received a bath or shower everyday! It wasn't so bad. I look to see what master has for me to do and I try to be the best.
I gotta tell you about my three neighbors later. Just ask me about the two nuts that live next door and the asshole down the street! Being a dick ain't so easy, and don't let nobody tell you it is!
This was one of those Free Writing exercises that I decided to do. Let me know what you think...
7 thoughts:
LOL..That was good. Watch out for those stinky alleyways. I caught on to what you were talking bout by the 3rd paragraph.
I am having a slow bus moment, I didn't catch the analogy like I didn't catch the candy store :-(
okay as soon as I hit publish I got it! HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA
Laughing with you ladynay! :-D
that was hot
I read something like this before, or it was like a really long joke type e-mail where someone was saying if their penis was alive what would it say. I DON"T KNOW.
-Marz
you were an early bloomer. Getting it in at 12 Dag...lol
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