Trapped in the Man Cave!

Men are such evil creatures. I love them, God knows I do. But they are insanely evil at their core. Especially since both Malcolm and Jachin are laughing at me for this still. The above video absolutely expresses my genuine feelings about the guys and their little rant about their "Man Cave". It started out as such a wonderful day....

I had to face Malcolm, following my sexcapade with Jachin the day before. Malcolm knew what had happened, maybe not all the intimate gory details, but he knew the gist of it. He certainly knew to expect me to be sore and colorful, LOL. I did my best to look pretty for him. I did my hair the way he likes it, used his favorite lipstick, the one that tastes good, and wore a new dress that had been given to me over New Year's. The dress was sexy, but so much shorter than I like. Exactly how Malcolm likes them...cut just below all that ass. Malcolm had opened the doors for me and was waiting for me at the top of the stairwell. He reminded me to lock the door behind me, as we don't want any psychos sneaking in while we're busy. I locked up, headed up, and took off my coat. I sat on the futon while Malcolm inspected me, really liking what he saw. Jachin was still asleep, having had a rough night that night before, and was snoring up a storm in his room. I went into his room purposefully to shove his CPAP up his nose when his eyes flew open and he glared at me like he'd bite my hand off if I touched him, not unlike a wounded rabid animal. He can be such a bitch in the mornings. Malcolm and I went upstairs, Jachin having decided the night before that he'd sit this one out. I'd told him I'd wanted to go shopping with Malcolm the night before, but I seriously thought he was taking the morning to get himself together after his night with Jim Beam. Malcolm and I decided to enjoy each other.

Malcolm had stripped off my bra down in the living room right after I'd gotten in. Something about those padded bras drive both him and Jachin up the wall. He didn't want my dress off, just the bra, so he could reach his hand down the neckline and grab a handful of breast. Upstairs in his bedroom, he had me take off my panties and kneel on his bed. He wanted to see my ass, he wanted to see what Jachin had done. He lifted my dress over my ass, and I heard him groan his approval of the bruises. "Got what you wanted, my dirty whore?" "Yes!." And he landed his hand, with all his considerable strength behind it, on each and every one of the bruises and welts that Jachin had made. He claimed them all, and it hurt so much. I turned to look at him, and said "You hit like a fucking girl". LOLOL He lost his mind.

He gave me enough time to take my dress off so I wouldn't ruin it, and he backhanded me. He grabbed my jaw in his fist and told me I was going to take his cock up my ass and then clean it for him with my mouth. The discipline began in earnest. Thank God. He got my ass ready for him with his tongue, rimming me hard and making sure I was wet. He rammed his cock into my pussy, and shoved his fingers into my ass to open it, and when his cock was coated with my cream, he pressed it into my ass until his balls slapped me. He fucked me hard, made me scream, made me want to fuck him back. It hurt, it made me want to squirt, and I rode that line of pain and pleasure until I did squirt all over him. He flipped me over onto my back and buried his head in my pussy, eating me hard and with no mercy until I came over and over again at his will. He sank his fist inside of me and fucked me with his hand until I squirted on his face. With a puddle under my ass, he forced his cock into my pussy and wrapped his hand around my neck demanding "Who do you come home to?" "Always you Malcolm". And he fucked me and put his print on me at the same time as I fought him. He made me come, he made me yip with pain until he knew I would kneel as his flower in submission once more. He gave me what I begged him for. He slammed his cock back into my ass and came there, filling me up and telling me his dirty fantasies, telling me what he would eventually do to and for me.

He helped me gently to the shower then, and we cleaned each other up. We made love there without sex, and teased each other with random lines from Monty Python. I rubbed him with lotion, and he dried me off, and we went to lay down and sleep a bit. We did doze, but he'd left a porn flick on, and I was still having aftershocks from the last orgasm he'd given me. He woke up with a start, worried about oversleeping, and I had to cum again, just once more. He loves to watch me masturbate, loves how I get myself off. He'd get his fingers full of my cream and make me lick them clean, then he rubbed my g spot as i circled my clit. I could feel the orgasm building, winding tighter and tighter inside of me, but it seemed so desperately out of reach. I came so fucking hard I screamed like I was dying....and then did it again.

He had to go to work then, and he retrieved my bra for me so I could dress privately. My legs were shaking as I got dressed. I kissed him goodbye, went to the bathroom, and tried to tame my hair into some semblance of decency. I heard him tell Jachin that I'd be down in a few minutes, and then he was gone. I went down stairs to find Jachin glaring at me like he'd stab me as soon as fuck me. He was pissed.

Jachin had been waiting for Malcolm and I to go on that shopping trip I'd told him about the night before. He had sat there and listened to the whole scene, debating whether or not to join us, but thinking we'd probably be done any time. LOL, silly man. He saw my face and was concerned that I was taking the bdsm thing too far. I reminded him that he'd done worse, and showed him the pictures to prove it. He chuckled, and asked if I wanted to play Wii while he went to do his errands? The day suddenly caught up to me and I sat on the futon, feeling ready to pass out. Jachin helped me to his bed and tucked me in, and the last thing I remember was hearing him say he'd be back in a bit. His big boy bed is so comfortable.....

I woke up to Malcolm's call a few hours later. HOURS???? REALLY???? Malcolm was laughing at me when he found out I'd passed out. He told me he was really fucking tired too, and asked me if I'd had lunch? Well, no, I hadn't, and I hadn't really had much breakfast. A bad scene when you're trying to control your blood sugar levels. I'd also forgotten my coffee in the car...the car that Jachin had. I went to go rummage through the fridge, alone for the first time in the Man Cave.

Now, let me just preface this by saying I know more than a few women who would do some serious damage for some time to themselves in the sacred Man Cave. I'm sure they'd love to ruffle through both men's possessions and see what they can find out. I'm sure they think they'll discover all kinds of juicy shit. So here I was alone in the bear's den, with the passwords to all the computers in the apartment for that matter, and I could have cared less. I wanted lunch. Having the kind of sex that Malcolm and I do usually requires some sustenance after. I went to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. About 12 kinds of dip. Molded Chili. A bread pudding I'd made for Jachin on Christmas Eve. Bologna. Bread to make toast, but no butter. Six boxes of opened cereal, but no milk. Chips, bourbon, and vodka galore. JESUS GOD, HOW THE FUCK ARE THESE GUYS EVEN ALIVE?????

I found some yogurt and an apple that was only about 1/4 rotten, and snacked on those. I wondered if maybe they used the chip dip on the toast instead of butter. I went to the computer and couldn't figure out how to turn the fucking thing on since Malcolm had taken the housing off the tower, and hence the ON BUTTON WAS MISSING. I called Jachin and bitched him out up one side and down the other for leaving me there alone with nothing but 22 remote controls and some bad food. He did coach me on how to turn the computer on, thankfully, so I could finally have something to do besides play Wii or watch scary porn. I spent some time fucking with them about the Man Cave over my Facebook page. LOLOL. I did the dishes, I put Malcolm's bathrobe away, neatened the bedrooms. And I wished for my knitting. For SOMETHING to do while Jachin left me there for hour after hour after hour. And I thought about all those women who would have killed to be where I was. The thing is, I know just about everything I need to know about both men. They are honest with me to a fault. And the hilarious part is that now what one won't tell me the other will. I don't need to rape through their private stuff to find anything on them. I love them both just as they are. I did however ruffle thru Malcolm's pictures on his pc, even though I've seen them all before, and I stole 2 of them for my own private use. Both are pictures of him that are amazing. One of them I will print on photo paper and hang in my room. The other is for my phone. So it wasn't all for nothing I guess. But if I ever needed any affirmation of my femininity, spending an afternoon alone in the man cave...in a DRESS no less....gave me all the positive reinforcement I could ever need. I was never so happy to see Jachin as when he came home and rescued me!

Of course I exaggerate about the Man Cave. Not about the contents of the fridge though, that is a true accounting. Although they did have some quality food in the freezer, I think, I didn't really want to rape through all the cupboards looking for pots and pans to try and cook something of questionable age. LOL. The apartment itself is quite neat and clean, just to make sure I don't misrepresent. But it so is not woman friendly somehow. Perhaps it's because there isn't any shampoo for my hair. Or maybe it's because every soap they use smells like Axe. It could be the fact that the toilet is missing it's cover and is faintly reminiscent of Cheech and Chong. Or perhaps all that workout equipment, and those bicycles...all 200 of them. And it just wasn't fun without either of them home to entertain me. Whatever the case, i do feel incredibly blessed to be so Trusted and Loved that they can leave me there and feel totally safe and secure in the knowledge that nothing is amiss. And that I'll do their damn dishes.