Everyday Life

Hi Kids!

Well, the old year ended with a bright note with Bobby's sister Babbette coming out to live with us after she lost her job in New York, and then her finding out she was Blackpregnant by Marty, and I just got a big break with my art work, with a one-woman show and a piece that was acquired by the Los Angeles Museum of Contemporary Art, so we thought 2012 was destined to be a great year!

We were wrong. No sooner had January come to an end than 2012 seemed to be more like the movie, promising the end of the world. What happened? Vinny happened. Vinny is Babbette's old boyfriend from the East Coast and something of a two-bit wanna-be small time Italian tough guy. Babbette had a love-hate relationship with him for several years and tried to get away from him but each time she tried, Vinny would track her down and show up like a bad penny.

We didn't know about Vinny until one day Babbette went missing. For three days she didn't show up at home, with no word, and we were getting really worried, but thought maybe she just decided to take a break. Just when we were about to contact the police about it she came back home in a taxi.

She could hardly walk. Both eyes were blacked and one was swollen completely shut. There were bruises over her whole body and her lip was swollen where she had to have seventeen stitches at the county hospital.

She wouldn't say anything, just went to her room and lay silent for two days, moaning and laying with her face to the wall.

Then we heard the doorbell ring. It was Vinny, smoking a cigarette on the doorstep. I asked him what he wanted. He said he had come for Babbette.

"Tell her to get her sorry ass out here if she knows what's good for her. She's coming with me." he sneered in my face, exhaling his smoke towards me.

I told him Babbette was sick and couldn't go anywhere. He pushed me aside and stormed into the house, opening the doors until he finally found Babbette cowering behind Bobby in his bedroom. The were both terrified.

Vinny rushed over to Babbette and grabbed her by the throat and shouted at her: "You think switching off your cell phone is going to get rid of me? When I tell you to do something you better fucking do it, bitch!" he screamed, throwing her across Bobby's bed.

"No!" Bobby screamed, almost hyterical, as he threw himself across Babbette's crumpled body, taking Vinny's punches and trying to protect her.

"Get away from her faggot queer!" Vinny shouted, ripping the front of Bobby's dress until his tits showed, and then punching him to the ground. Then he let go a drop-kick right up Bobby's crotch, and Bobby crumpled up into a little fetal ball crying hysterically.

I threw myself in front of Vinny and told him he had better get out or I will call the cops.

He laughed in my face and picked Babbette up by the scruff of her neck and started to shove her towards his car outside. I started to dial the emergency number, but Babbette stopped me, saying "No, Sarah! If you do he'll come back in secret and get even. You don't know what he is capable of. You don't want that trouble. I'll go with him. It's better this way."

Two days later we saw her again. She said that Vinny wanted her to go back to New York with him. She had been through it so many times before. Every time he would beat the shit out of her, and he had some wannabe gangsta Italian buddies who would help him terrorize her if she didn't obey him. She thought she could get away from him by coming to the West Coast but she had failed. If you called the cops it would always just get worse, and he would find a way to get back at you.

"But you can't let him do it to you, Babbette" I pleaded with her. "You've got to think about the baby---if he beats you like that you'll lose it."

"He wants to take me for an abortion." Babbette said, "He said if I don't he'll kick that nigger baby out of me himself and rip open Bobby's faggot asshole with his switchblade."

I couldn't stand it anymore, so even though Babbette told me not to tell anyone, I told Marty. Marty went ballistic. He said he would fix his ass for good, so that Babbette would never see him again.

I told Marty it woudn't be worth it to kill him--think of the trouble. And if you just beat him up, that would hold for a while, but Babbette said he would always return for an even worse revenge on her, hunting her down.

Marty, who was ex-army and a probation officer wasn't impressed. He said he would find a way to fix Vinny's white punk ass so that nobody would hear from him for a few years, and after that he would be afraid to show his sick ass in Babbette's life ever again.

So he sat down with Babbette, a couple of ex-army buddies, and his girlfriend Michelle, who works in a cosmetology and cosmetic surgery clinic. And they made a plan. Ronald, his army buddy, would get some crack cocaine from some street sources. Babbette would plant the drugs in Vinny's room when she went there the next time. Marty arranged for some informers who were trusted by the police to inform on Vinny that he was dealing crack, and Marty would make sure they would find the evidence when they broke down his door of his apartment. Marty then got some sedatives from Dr. Laureen, guaranteed to knock Vinny out for 24 hours.

When Vinny came pounding at the door the next time, Babbette baited the trap, telling him she would meet him at his apartment in Venice that night at ten. Then the calls went out to everybody---time for out "Mission Impossible" Force to spring the trap.

Babbette showed up at his door dressed to kill, sexualy that is, not physically, though she wanted both. Hidden in her purse were the sedatives Dr. Laureen had supplied. While Vinny was groping her she slipped them into his drink. When he ripped off her panties and started to rape her he couldn't finish the job, and fainted away onto the floor. Then I got the call from Babbette's cell phone that everyting was clear. We pulled up a couple of blocks away in three cars and then made our way to the address in three small groups, so as not to be conspicuous.

Ronald and Marty carried Michelle's boxes with the special equipment. Bobby, Michelle and I followed in a second group.

When we were all there, Michelle checked Vinny's unconscious body on the floor. He was still out cold. Michelle works in a clinic where they do both traditional cosmetology and simple cosmetic procedures, like Botox injections, lip collagen injections, silicon injections and the like---no real heavy-duty in hospital surgery, but everything short of it. A lot of her customers were elderly women who wanted permanent cosmetic make-up applied, finding it too difficult in their old age to deal with applying regular make-up every day, or those in nursing homes who could no longer take care of themselves but wanted to look a little bit nice in their final days. One of her specialties was permanent makeup, which is also called micropigmentation, but which is really just a special form of tattooing, where the eyebrows, eyeliner, and lip-red are permantly "colored" or tattood onto the face with a digital electronic tattoo machine, vibrating with the tattoo needle and ink piercing the skin hundreds of times per minute as the color is injected into the skin.

Then we heard a knock at the door. It was Dr. Laureen, who had brought her medical kit. She checked Vinny's vital signs and then administered an anesthetic. The next thing she did was take out a couple of dozen small implants that looked something like matchsticks. Then she began to use an implant gun to inject them under Vinny's skin--into the upper arms, inside above the armpits, the inner thighs, and into the scrotal sack of his balls. As she was working she explained what she was doing:

"Little Vinny is going to be a sweet little girl in prison! These implants are Norplant implants---they are really time-capsules that release drugs from slow-dissolving silicone micro-capsules into the bloodstream each month for about three to five years---about the time Vinny will be making new friends in prison! Normally, Norplant is used in places like India where peasant girls can get a one-shot contraceptive that will keep them from getting pregnant for three to five years. The drugs in these babies are the same thing, but souped up with massive doses of Depo-Provera and other components that wil help little Vinny discover his feminine side! They are virtually undetectacle and each month they release the Depo-Provera and other estrogens and anti-androgens into the bloodstream, just like any transexual program working up to the operation. Vinny is sure going to wonder what is happening to himself!---but it should be a nice pleasant little surprise for his cellmates!"

After Dr.Laureen finished with the Norplant implants Ronald and Marty moved Vinny's still unconscious body from the bed to the dining room table and laid it out. It was time for Michelle to go to work and she had her equipment ready. She had brought her Micropigmenting machine with her---she often took it out of the office to do work at nursing homes or private homes. This was a "Nouvea Countour Intelligen System" model, which was a German-designed digital machine with a microprocessor that controlled the electronic tattooing needle at an accellerated speed while injecting the tattoo dyes into the skin of the lips, eyebrows, aureoles and eyeliner creases. The coloring would be permanent tattoos, very diffiuclt if not impossible to remove.

Then came the costant buzzing. The machine worked like a superfast sewing maching, with the needle going up and down hundred of times per minute, but in this case depositing tattoo dye along a computer controlled path instead of sewing a seam, however much I wished we had a real sewing maching to sew Vinny's lips together so we would never have to hear his putrid voice again. But Michelle said it was better this way. More poetic justice to it!

Michelle is an artist! You might think she would want to botch the job to make Vinny look like a freak, but Michelle assured Babbette that the sweetest revenge while Vinny was in prison would be for him to be really beautiful! So she took her time with each eyebrow, making sure the inner edges, the crowns and the long trailing tails were perfect and even, double checking the exact distances and symmetry. Then she fashioned the upper eyeliner and the half-lower to the eyelids. The Nouvea machine had special digitally controlled settings for the eyes and eyelids so that the black ink was applied perfectly with no danger of harm to the eye. Every five minutes Michelle would ask Babbette and Bobby how they wanted the eyebrows, eyelids, and the bow of the lips. Babbette wanted it perfect! Bobby knew every millimeter of applying makeup to a man's face, so he was able to help Michelle get some exquisite effects!

While Michelle was woring away on the Countour micropigmentation machine on the eyebrows, eyeliner and lips, Bobby was busy with the Apilator machine Michelle brought, working on the lower body. The Apilator is a computer driven electrolysis machine which seeks out every follicle of hair and inserts an electrode-needle into the root and then "fries" the hair root so that it dies and cannot grow again. Bobby became manic about getting every hair and every follicle! He had a high powered magnifying lens and made sure each follicle was dead in its root! He couldn't stop till every visible sign of body hair on Vinnie was exterminated, except for a pretty triangle around his bikini-line, that is. Luckily Vinny was lightly haired and Bobby was able to denude his entire skin, save the head and pubic triangle. He went to work on his face thoroughally, so Michelle thinks he will never have to shave again. Bobby declared a zero tolerance for any evidence of maleness on his skin, and his balls and penis were as soft and bald as a newborn babe's by the end of the evening!

When Michelle was finally done with the permanent makeup Vinny looked like a perfect doll! That is except the color of the lips was a little grotesquely red. Michelle explained that the lip tattoos were special because of the skin properties of the lips. At first the red tattoo of the lips would look too extreme. Then after a week or so the lips would begin to peel, like with chapped lips, and that would take the red color intensity down a notch to a more natural level. It happens with lips but not other parts of the body, but she promised Vinny would be gorgeous by the time he got to his permanent cellblock.

By three in the morning the "Mission Impossible" team was ready for a break and we cooked up some frozen pizza. Then Michelle and Dr. Laureen went to Phase 2--the Injections. First they had me and Babbette turn Vinny over on his belly and spread his asscheeks. Then Dr. Laureen took out a massive syringe that looked like a horse-needle and filled it with some gooey liquid. "This is Hydrogel" she explained. We are going to give Vinny a little extra girth around the lower hips! He should be quite attractive! If we could take him to a hospital we could do a full Brazilian Buttlift, to make him especially attractive to the black brothers on the ward, but that would be too complicated, so we'll have to settle for Hydrogel Butt!" With that she drew an oval around the area to be bulged out and then an X where the needle needed to go. Then she let me and Bobby do the honors, guiding the needle just the right way and then telling us to push down on the plunger! I laughed so hard as I pushed the plunger steadily and hard and saw Vinny's cheeks bulged out like a swelling balloon! "God, he's wider than I am now" I laughed, as I pulled out the horse-needle and began to rub the oval. Dr. Laureen said we needed to massage the Hydrogel into the muscle tissue so that it would look smooth and natural and not sag. Bobby massaged lovingly with a vengeance. He was going to make sure that these hips were the most desired cheeks in San San Quentin!

Then Michelle finished up the program with Restalyne collagen injections to the lips, alerady swollen from the tattoo, which she promised would make Vinny Angelina Jolie material---at least for the year or so they would last, and by that time she hoped Dr. Laureen's Depo-Provera implants would have picked up the momentum. Dr. Laureen also said it was too complicated for implants outside a hospital, and it would be a better surprise for Vinny to develop "naturals" from the Depo-Prover implants. But she would give him a starter with a Macrolane Breast Injection---a gel that would plump him for about a year or so. As Dr. Laureen worked on one tit with the Macroland injections, Michelle worked with the Neauveau Countour micropigmentation tattoo machine to give Vinne a pair of luscious aureoles----chocolate!

By five in the morning the Mission Impossible Team was done and Vinny lay befor us, moaning under his breath---a living doll! Babbette looked at him and felt satisfied: she gave him a last kiss on the lips, now ruby-red and swollen, and they involuntarily winced from the pain as she kissed him. Then we turned him over on his belly and Babbette once again massaged the Hydrogel buttocks enhancement injections, working them into the underlying muscle. She was determined that he would look perfect for his "Turning Out Party!" Then Babbette took out one of my long black strapons, the one I had used on the night of the Obama inaguaration on Bobby, and she srapped it on and rammed it home! Though he was unconscious Vinny seemed to respond with moans to every one of Babbette's powerful thrusts! Then she said she had had enough and Bobby cleaned Vinny up. We slipped one of Babbette's silk dresses on him and slid him between the sheets. Then we departed inconspicuously in ones and twos so as not to attract attention.

The last three to leave were Marty, Ronald and myself. Ronald opened his briefcase and took out several plastic bags filled with white powder. We were careful to wear gloves so as not to leave fingerprings. Marty wrapped Vinny's unconscious hands around the bags to leave his own fingerprints on them and then concealed the packets, taping them to the underside of the bed. He injected Vinny with the narcotics so that he would be arrested with it in his bloodstream. Then we made the last cleanup and slipped out.

Marty had previously called his good buddy on the narco squad and informed him that he had a tip-off from his probation contacts that an Italian queer from the East Coast was dealing out of the apartment. They already had the warrant. Marty told them it was time for them to go and they would find what they were looking for.

By eight in the morning the sirens were already screaming and the door was hanging from its hinges. A television crew was recording from the sidewalk as two black policewomen dragged a weaving Vinny in Babbette's dress down the steps and into the wagon. Marty had alerted the newscrew and told us which channel to watch for the grand finale! Vinny was fighting and cursing all the way down the steps, kicking at the policewoman and screaming "Leg go of me you fucking black bitch!" The policewoman restrained him, pushing him against the squad car, replying: "We'll find out who the bitch when you get to the joint."

Weeks later we found out that Vinny copped a plea with the DA and pleaded guilty to a lesser offense, copping seven years. Because he already had a record for violence he was not eligible for bail or parole, so Babbette never saw him again. She said she might just go see him in about a year or two, just to see how he was getting on----just for old times sake!

Now we are hoping 2012 will turn out to be a fine year after all!

Bye for now!

Luv Ya,

Sarah

If you read my blogs, in my last one, I had commented afterwards about some posts I had seen she had made. Shortly after I saw some others which included where she told him she "luv"d him, and where she asked if she could join him on a trip next year. One day she had asked me if I had been on her account and I denied it, but a few evenings later, i mentioned to her that I was aware of these IMs and that they had me all revd up lately, and I also mentioned I knew several other posts had been deleted and wondered what those would have said that would have gotten manually removed. Well, at first she teased me about it and we discussed them. I told her she didn't have anything to worry about, i enjoyed reading them and didn't want her to hide anthing from me. However, at some point, she decided she was going to be upset with me for lying for having told her I hadn't been on her account. She continued to be upset for a few days and was aggresive about fighting. Finally, I told her that I thought she was acting like this not because of my lie, especially since I had caught her in a few with the deleted posts and other things, but because she was certain a fight was coming, and it wasn't, as long as she was open with me too. I stayed off her account for a few days just to give her a chance to calm down. Then I decided it was time to snoop again....password changed. I didn't handle it well and got mad at her, and when she asked why, I told her I think she knew why. A few hours later, she closed her account entirely. That didn't make me happy either, but it calmed things for a few days....

I told her I didn't want her to close the account, I wanted her to keep it, and I wanted her to feel completely comfortable in nice, flirty, or naughty comments to people, I only had two expectations, that things wouldn't be hidden from me, and that she would not start a romantic relationship. It could be fun for all of us, and I didn't want to be the odd man out. I insisted that she re-open the account which she had told me she couldn't do (for someone who was so upset about my "lie" she was dishing them out hard, but I told her it was okay, I understand the double standard). At this point I was pretty sure the cuckolding had probably fallen completely out of the mix for a good long time, and that I would probably be resuming the dominant role in the house for a long time....

A few days later she made a subtle comment about not asking me to do something, but telling me too. I knew she was testing the waters again and responded appropriately. The next day she tested again, and again, I responded correctly. She immediately resumed the dominant role. She reactivated her account and found that I had created a new profile of her long time "fantasy lover". She was aware of this for about 3 minutes before she told me she wanted to be in a "relationship" with him. Even though I was clear a romantic relationship was one of my two rules, I knew she was trying to break through that wall immediately. Plus, it was public..family and friends would see, including mine. She was firm, almost demanding, that that was a requirement. I sat down and confirmed her on the lovers profile making it "official". She soon started getting messages about it. Those that knew it was a joke had a good laugh, those that didn't....congratulated and her and told her "if you can get it, go for it!" These are the people tht knew she was married....even though she hadn't really take another man between her legs (that I know of for a fact), she was publicly cuckolding me. A few days later she made a post that led people to believe she was filing divorce papers. Again, more encouragement! It seemed the cuckolding had not gone away as I had feared, but instead was becoming more prevalent!

Somehow, we have had a couple of conversations about the whole deal (she brings it up as often as I do anymore), and I have told her that she is free to fuck whoever, as long as she comes home to me at night. "That would be weird" she said. "Fine, you can spend the night too." She gave me a warm hug and I realized that it wasn't me that was weird, it wasn't fucking another guy that was weird, it was fucking another guy then coming home to me that would be weird. The next morning she brougt up the topic again. The night before I had emphasied the word "Fuck" and that morning she did the same...."So when you said I could FUCK whatever guy, what was that about?" She is testing the waters again...

She did point out though that it doesn't go both ways, just because she has permission to fuck other guys, I do not have her permission to fuck other girls. Of course it is another double standard, and one I am happy to live by.

We had a few days vacation down in Perdido Key Florida about 2 months ago. On the last night we were there she told me to get on CL and find her some fun. No limits. Since we were only about 5 miles from the Air Force Base it wasnt long at all that were 6 big strong and horny men taking turns with my wife. The only stipulation was that I could only watch so sorry guys, no pics or video.
From 8pm until 9 the next morning they used her body in every way and combination they could think up. The last one even helped pack up the car so he got to fuck her one last time while I waited in the car and then another blowjob through the car window in the parking lot. She slept for the majority of the ride home completely naked so I could show her off to passing cars and trucks.

Hi Kids!

Well, we just finished up the Christmas and New Year's holiday season in great shape with new life and new hopes on the horizon. A few months ago things didn't look so great as during the summer Bobby's sister Babbette lost her job in New York with an investment bank that went belly-up with the continuing financial crisis, and then she lost her home back there in New Jersey when they called in the underwater mortgage she had been struggling to keep up and found herself homeless. Occupy Wall Street came too late for her and she found herself driving across the country and landing on our doorstep. Of course I told her she could stay with us as long as she needed, and she moved in to share the spare bedroom with my baby sister MeiMei, who got a scholarship to attend UCLA and is staying with us to cut down her costs.

So, we started out the year looking like a Grapes of Wrath Oakie encampment from the Great Depression! Bobby was not working but he still collects SDI disability from his psychological problems while he helps around the house and nurses the baby and all. Luckily, all was not bleak as I kept up my artwork and had a pretty big breakthrough with a one-woman show that hit the important magazines and all of the sudden my paintings were selling like hotcakes! Also we kept getting regular payments from Big Leon, who is getting a lot of extra combat pay as the commanding officer of his army brigade in Kandahar, Afghanistan. We were so proud when Big Leon visited on leave, and Baby Leon got to play with the Silver Star the Big Leon won during the Battle of Kandahar earlier in the year! Marty, his old army buddy from way back, my Number Two Black Bull and Bobby's Probation Officer was over every day and we did nothing but party----all day in the living room and all night between the sheets! Bobby nursed the baby, cooked, cleaned and kept everybody sloshing with alcohol!

Anyway, we were glad to have him back, though only for a few days since he had to spend most of his leave with his wife and kids. So, no sooner had Big Leon left to go back to Kandahar then Babbette showed up on our doorstep. But it was soon all one big happy family as my baby sister Mei Mei and she got along great and became the best of buddies, and Babbette even started taking some classes in the Extension at UCLA.

Marty, my Number Two Black Bull, as always was around pretty often anyway, taking care of us for Big Leon, bringing some spare cash, and doing his duty checking up on Bobby for the Probation office. Bobby was pretty good and made sure that his maid's uniform and chores were perfect when Marty was around to check, and really pretty good all the rest of the time, and we had no sassback problems from him with Marty and Big Leon double teaming him. But as soon as Babbette arrived it was pretty evident that it was love at first sight for both of them,especially after Babbette got that first sight of Marty's massive steel-hard beautiful black cock! Marty took Babbette out pretty regularly and after a few weeks they were regular bedfellows. Bobby was on regular cleanup duty in more ways than one!

Well nature will have its way! In two months Babbette had missed her period and told me she thought she was expecting. I took her right away to see Dr. Laureen, my OBGYN who used to be in the army with Marty and Big Leon in the old days and worked at the VA Hospital in Westwood, next to UCLA. She did the tests, and sure enough Babbette was Blackpregnant and on her way to becoming a Mama! We had a big party and Bobby baked a cake and Marty and Babbette were inseperable for a whole weekend, day and night!

Luckily, I had my art show right about the same time, so the money started to pour in more regular. Bobby even slacked off turning tricks to earn extra grocery money, though he said he still wanted to earn extra money to make sure Babbette had everything she needed. Marty, however, made him stop because he wanted him to stay at home and take real good care of Babbette and Baby Leon, and so that I would have more free time to work on my paintings,and he also said he wasn't going to take any chances since a lot of Bobby's paying Johns might be carrying AIDS and he wouldn't take any chances on Bobby getting that and passing it on to the babies. Marty also had Dr. Laureen come over to increase Bobby's Prolactin and estrogen injections to boost his milk, since I was slacking off on the nursing and Babbette would be delivering soon, and he wanted Bobby to be giving enough milk after the delivery so that neither Babbette nor I would be kept up at night. Dr. Laureen beefed up Bobby's hormones and Prolactin, and gave injections to each of his breasts so that he could express about 50% more from each titty, so we should be in good shape by the time Baby Marty arrives. Dr. Laureen sampled the DNA from Babbette's amniotic fluid and found out that the baby was a boy, so Marty and Babbette settled on the name Baby Marty, just like we named Baby Leon after Big Leon!

Anyway, with Babbette six months pregnant and with more money coming in from my artwork we finally had a wonderful Christmas, and Bobby made a gread turkey and sweet potato pie----his cooking is getting much better as Dr. Laureen has been giving him cooking lessons when she gives him his estrogen and prolactin injections, and she even brought her mother over a few times to teach Bobby to cook Soul Food! Even Big Leon got down for a few days on Christmas leave from Kandahar, and needless to say, with all that our dreams of a Black Christmas were coming only too true!

Well, gotta get back to the painting, so I'll sign off now, and wish everyone a Happy New Year!

Luv Ya,

Sarah