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 A while back I went to lunch at Hooters with a friend, and as a souvenir I brought Tomas back a shot glass. For months he’s been threatening me with the idea that he’s going to come in the glass and make me drink it. I’m utterly disgusted by this, I don’t mind swallowing when he comes in my throat, but doing so from a shot glass, when it’s cold, just really make wanna gag.

Today, he IM’s me that he’s bringing the glass over for our lunch date, and I’m gonna be drinking. No way in hell I say. He tells me it’s not up for argument. I say it’s a hard limit for me and no no no no no. He then says “You need to really search yourself and consider something.  This is the last we'll chat on the topic, don't worry your little head.  I have told you this is something I want, and am telling you that you will do it, because it pleases me.  Now consider your negative reaction to that, which is being driven by your current needs and/or desires.  Lastly, consider that you are my submissive.  Are you, or are you just a fair weather sub?  'Nuff said.” I still know in my head that I’m not gonna do it though.

 We arrive at my house around 1:30pm, I slip into a fishnet bodysuit, black domme boots and my slave collar. He remains in his work outfit. We eat lunch and examine this sex game I bought called Sexuations, and it’s totally lame by our standards. Been there done that, for pretty much every suggestion in the game.  We go on the couch and make out for a while and touch and stuff and he brings out the shot glass. I take it from him and throw it. He laughs. You are gonna do it he tells me. No way I say.  He makes me suck him off which I do with pleasure. He makes me look him in the eye the whole time. Then, while he gets up to take off his clothes he makes me touch myself, and then after he’s removed his clothes he sits down by me and just watches for a while. And then our Mexican Stand Off begins. As I sit back on the couch with my legs spread open, he fucks me until I start to come, then stops and points to the shot glass. 'I said No Way' I say. And so knowing how much I hate it, he sinks his cock into my mouth as I squirm because I absolutely hate tasting myself. Then he starts fucking me again, and when I’m about to come, he pulls out, nods at the shot glass, I shake my head no, he makes me suck him, and then starts fucking me. This goes on for about a dozen rounds. And each time I’m more desperate for an orgasm, but I’m determined to not do this shot glass thing and so I hang on. I try to come and not let him know about it, but he knows, he knows, and he always pulls out. He slaps me around a bit too, which is always a pleasant shock.

Okay, I’m gonna let you come he finally says. And at that point I’m like – is he really gonna give up that easily? I’m very suspicious of this. While I ponder this he throws me across his lap and starts spanking me, at first I love it but then it starts to sting and hurt so I struggle to get away but he holds me down and just keeps spanking me until the burning makes me scream, and even then, he just lets me scream, but then he finally stops. Starts to touch me and brings me to the brink, stops, fucks me, and now I’m so turned on that I don’t care, and I start to think that maybe swallowing that shot of cum really can’t be all that bad, can it. He tells me again that I can come if I want to, but I know that if I do, then I’ll never swallow, and now for some reason I kinda want to, but don’t , I don’t know I’m very confused. So I don’t come, because I know deep down that I want to please him, but the only way to do it is to be in that mad stage of uncontrollable arousal.

 This goes on for another while, at one point he’s like – do you realize we’ve been fucking for almost 2 hours! And I’m like, huh? This is the first time we’ve done it for so long without coming yet. I’ve never held out so long. And I realize that it’s awesome. It’s fun. It’s delicious.

 He takes the shotglass and hands it to me. I hold it in front of him. He looks at me, I look away, he comes into it, a tiny bit of it spills on the side (oops), he thinks I tricked him but really it was an accident. So here I am, staring at the shotglass full of come, and I know that the longer I wait the harder it’ll be, and so I just take it and pour it down my throat trying not to taste it. My first instinct is to spit, but then I tell myself to chill the fuck out and I relax and decide it’s not so bad.

 Get it all, he says, and I have to scoop out the remains with my finger and lick it off. It’s weird, but not that bad, better than I expected. I feel strangely proud of myself, that I did this for my Master, that he enjoyed it, that I was able to do it.

Earlier in the day I asked him why in the world was he intent on this shotglass thing and he said:

“I find it incredibly hot to see you taking such interest and delight in my cum.  It's obviously the product of a very intense pleasurable event, and to see you "follow-through" beyond just the orgasm and to the cum itself is very hot.  Very, very hot.  Second, the visual image of a girl licking up my cum, drinking my cum, playing with my cum, slathering it over her body or whatnot is intensely hot, and intensely submissive.  I think it is a beautiful act of submission.  Third, in your case, I am acutely aware that it is something you struggle with, thus, I love the Dominant act of forcing you through it.  Not just through it, but pushing you into eventually loving it.  Craving it.”

 So finally, I’ve earned my orgasm, and I couldn’t be more ready. He pushes me down, grabs my neck and squeezes, and as I feel the choke (which is hard enough to hurt but I can still breathe), I move up and down and then come with such full force that I scream out and find myself in outer space, with the stars and numbers floating in my eyes (?!?).  The choking is also a new thing we’ve never done before, and I also find myself surprised that it’s a turn on.

 We finish our “lunch” by fucking for another good half hour, me on top but facing away to give him a rest, I include my vibrator at some point for more fun, come again, then he chokes me some more, comes again, and afterwards we’re like holy fuck that was awesome. Who knew that making me do something I didn’t wanna do would make it all so much hotter! 

Last Saturday, March 15th, Mr. Wonderful and I went to his sister's annual St. Patrick's Day Party around 7ish p.m.. It was a party not to be missed. There's always good food and great drinks. Mind you, I do not drink. I'm not a prude, religious, or sanctimonious about drinks. Plain and simple, I'm allergic to alcohol.

So back to the St. Pats' subject. The guests at my SIL's party comprised of mostly her and her husband's friends and co-workers. There's one guest (an attorney by day and a wild & crazy kind of guy at parties) that, if present, always guaranteed a wild and crazy party. Alas, he wasn't there at this party. His wife, a wonderful chef of her own right, wasn't there either. So, food fare was lacking of her scrumptious dishes. She would have brought  corned beef and cabbage. However, someone did bring that dish, which is a must for any respectable Irish party. One guest brought my favorite dish, Whiskey-soaked pudding bread. Last year, I got drunk and broke into HIVES for eating too much of it.

With the wild-and-crazy guy not showing up, there were interesting guests that DID show up. From the youngest of 14-months old to the oldest of 90's old. In fact, there were 2 fun loving mature guests (one was the 90's yo and the other was in her 80's) who knew to keep up with the rest of the boomer-aged guests and some young adult-aged ones. There was one guest who brought his guitar so he could entertain the party-goers with live music. His music genre mostly revolved around Jimmy Buffet-type of music. Passable, but I wanted hard rock, or anything that would make me dance.

After spending 3 hours at the party, the 14-month old baby, who was the main interest of the party since he was running around and dancing, had to leave. His young adult parents had tired of the boomers' party and wanted to go where there was a REAL party going on. Once the baby left, the live music stopped and the atmosphere went from lively to BORING . That's my description of what a party without lively music and dancing is like. Plus, the fact that Mr. Wonderful has been all smiles and been seen constantly with a shot glass filled with something. I thought it was time to part him from that shot glass. And so we left at 11:30 p.m.

Till next St. Patrick's Day Party......hopefully, My Precious (my son) would be there as he opted out this year.

I'm constantly on the prowl for inspirational tidbits, so I spend a good deal of my time aimlessly wandering throughout the streets of New York looking for something pretty or unusual to lust over. In Oklahoma, with good music, a pack of Marlboro Light 100's, and windows rolled down, my car rides fill a similar purpose.

When I was younger, about six, at the peak of my childhood daredevil stage, I started my first coin collection. My desire to collect was probably ignited by my brothers' card or pog collections, but those boyish things didn't really interest me. Ironically I lusted after coins, dinero, and I guess some things never really change. When I saw my first two-dollar bill, something you never see these days, I was enthralled. I wanted to collect these oddities, these weird and unusual pieces of money. My mom, who always encouraged my unusual ventures, helped cart me around to post offices and other places around the city to find rare coins. In the end my collection was meager and my ambition was short-lasted.

Later, Beanie Babies were the big thing. But all kids were collecting those furry bears and unicorns that drove American soccer moms into a frenzy. I have over one-hundred of those Beanie Babies sitting somewhere in the attic, never since touched.

In high school I began my shot glass collection. I acquired my first shot gloss in Cancun, Mexico which read "one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR." I picked up a couple of shot glasses that vacation, and it just sort-of became a habit to gather shot glasses from anywhere and everywhere I could. I had tons. I had normal sizes, tall ones, and then the huge, joke shotglasses. On New Years during my Junior year of high school I was dared to take one of those jumbo-sized shots, equivalent to about 4 or 5 regular shots. Unwilling to back down from the foolish bet, I chugged the never ending shot of cheap vodka and spent the rest of the night paying for it.

Every night, I went out with whatever bottle of liquor I was drinking and a shot glass, never without one or the other. But, due to my carelesness and my tendency to overdrink(I was a little thing, trying to drink like a man) I typically left shotglasses in others cars. We weren't really friends unless I left a shot glass in your car. Hence, my collection quickly dwindled.

Coming to college, I brought what meager remains I had left, along with a cowboy hat, a top hat, bunny ears, a shotglass necklace, a flask, and packs of cards--I came to party. The few drinkers on my floor were always asking to borrow my shot glasses and I was also always leaving them in peoples rooms. Now that I'm a beer girl and don't drink liquor as much, my collection has blossomed.

Maybe it's useless or frivolous to collect unnecessary things, but at least it adds a little adventure to things. Writers and artists must constantly add and gather diverse images and objects for their memory bank, so that their experience is increasingly enriched and their art more deeply conveys an accurate taste of life.

The float pilsner flutes can be used to serve hot or cold liquids. The suspended bowl design at the bottom of the glasses serves to elevate condensation away from the table surface, making the use of a coaster unnecessary. When used for cold drinks, beads of moisture from condensation cling to the rounded underbelly of the glass, adding delicacy to the optical effect. Whatever you serve, it is the liquid inside which is emphasized, becoming a lens of liquid color, suspended within the glass, projecting a play of colored light onto the table surface.

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Add water, pop into the freezer and, in a short time, you have frozen shot glasses for your tequila. Cool idea but I am sure it hurts the fingers if you hold it too long or when your fingers fused with the ice.

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