4/9/2018 12:18:33 PM: I've noticed the number of views I get on here has gone up slightly since Craigslist stopped doing personals. It hasn't exactly translated into more messages yet, but hey, it's something.

3/15/2018 8:39:20 PM: I find it funny that so many people choose to address their profiles to whom they don't wish to interact with rather than whom they do.

2/3/2018 1:15:37 AM: Parting idea for tonight: I love the idea of a girl eating out of my hand - figuratively and literally.

1/6/2018 2:59:41 AM: Coffee Table 'The guests will be here soon. Time to get things ready.' Thing, which was her current name and had been for the last two years, waited for instructions. Of course, she was only one of the 'things' Master was referring to - one item among others such as snacks and beer. She would eventually be told what to do, but until then she would wait near the wall, naked save for a steel collar. She supposed Master would hand her the outfit she used the last few times he had guests over - a dress a bit too short and revealing to be respectable, but still a dress and more than Thing was entitled to. Master's guests never seemed to speak directly to Thing. From what she overheard it seemed they thought Master had hired an escort to serve food and drinks. Some of the guests clearly disapproved of her. Others seemed to enjoy her presence. A few of the less sophisticated guests would try to 'accidentally' rub her body or steal glances under her dress, and were usually successful given that she was explicitly forbidden to try any action that might discourage such acts. Eventually Master approached Thing. He was carrying some white cloth. At first Thing thought it might be some kind of toga outfit. Master did not hand her the cloth though. Instead Thing was directed to a spot in front of the couch and told to get on her hands and elbows. After looking at Thing for a moment, Master then put some blocks under Thing's elbows. A few more moments of inspection and a glass tabletop about three feet wide and five feet long was placed on Thing's back, followed by the tablecloth Thing had mistaken for a toga. The cloth nearly reached the floor. Thing was completely covered, though her toes were rather close to the edge of the cloth. Master didn't say a word to Thing after ordering her to her knees - he didn't have to, since it was clear Thing was meant to stay silent and motionless until relieved of the tabletop. Thing assumed this would not happen until after the guests were gone, and mentally prepared herself to maintain the position for the next few hours despite the hard wood floor and blocks already pushing into her knees and elbows. Thing felt a few things being placed on the table, probably the chips and salsa. Not long after she heard guests arriving and the TV turn on. A football pregame was playing. 'At least this will give me a general guess of how long I'll be here' thought Thing. Soon people were plopping down on the couch. A few boots and shoes were sticking in under the cloth, just inches from Thing. Beers and plates were set on what they probably assumed was just a coffee table. Thing took an easy breath, already wanting to move her arms and legs to ease the pressure and yet not daring to do so lest it shake the tabletop. This is when the situation really sunk into Thing's head. Here she was, naked and unable to move, inches from strangers' feet, and hidden only by a tablecloth. Even though she had been naked 99% of the time for the last two years, and hadn't exactly been covered even when dressed, only Master had actually seen her naked. Aside from the few times she had served food and drink in the past, he had always placed her safely away in the bedroom closet while guests were over. The closest to this situation she had been in before were the handful of times Master had brought a lady home for the night, and even then Thing never really thought she would be found, especially since she was fairly sure the closet door had been locked. Now though, with every breath she took and every shift of a shoe Thing was sure she would be found out, that the tablecloth would be pulled away, revealing her naked body to everyone. She also knew Master probably wouldn't try to hide her at that point either. Thing knew full well that the dress she wore previously wasn't for her benefit and was only provided for the comfort of some of Master's more socially conservative guests. In the back of her mind Thing was fairly sure she would eventually be exposed to some stranger, but it hadn't happened yet and still turned her face red thinking about it. After what felt like forever, Thing heard the game come to an end. It had been a close one, and every big play had made Thing's heart race. Not so much due to the game itself (though Thing had payed attention the whole time to try to keep her mind off of her throbbing limbs), but because with every big play she would see feet moving, feel hands smacking the table, and just knew the top would go sprawling, leaving her exposed in the middle of the floor. A bit of banter, and guests started leaving. Once it got quiet, the tabletop was cleared, tablecloth removed, and the glass was lifted off of her back. Thing stretched a bit as Master removed the blocks from under her arms, but remained in nearly the same position, waiting for permission to rise. 'Eyes forward.' This wasn't the order Thing was expecting, but she obeyed, staring directly in front of her. Then she felt Master's fingers run up between her legs. 'Looks like today got you excited.' Thing hadn't actually noticed until that point, but could feel that yes, Master was quite right. Almost immediately after making the observation, the fingers disappeared and Thing felt herself being penetrated, deep and repeatedly. Her nervous energy channeled directly into the sensation, bringing her to a peak much quicker than usual. Against orders, Thing involuntarily shut her eyes, gasping for air. She was shaking when she finally felt the thrusting slow down. As she opened her eyes she saw Master standing in front of her. Thing began to thank Master for using her, but as her wits returned she realized the man who had fucked her was just now pulling out and thus couldn't have been Master. Her face turned red, and the two years of constant obedience only barely kept her from turning to see who had actually taken her. It only took a few minutes for the mystery guest to gather himself and leave, but to Thing it seemed forever as she looked up at Master, body trembling, a tear finally dripping from her glassy eyes. After the front door closed, Master took a step forward. Thing kissed his boot and pressed her cheek to the floor by his feet. After a few moments Master gave the next order. 'Clean yourself up, then take care of the dishes.' Thing did so, a bit taken aback that Master seemed so casual about what just happened. This was a big deal! Master had never shared her before, and now she didn't even know what the person looked like. She had a turmoil of emotions going on and he hadn't even given her a 'good girl.' It was like she wasn't even a person to him. Like she was just a... thing. Exactly what she had come here for. Exactly what she had given up her name for. A tear ran down her cheek and crossed her lips. Thing smiled at the taste.

9/23/2017 8:42:17 PM: Folsom tomorrow!