Diary of Life with Liliana, Entry 1
By A.J. Brown



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Liliana is out somewhere and I'm pretty sure she'll be gone for awhile so I
should be safe. Not sure what she would do if she caught me writing in a diary
about my life with her. She might beat the shit out of me or she might just
verbally ridicule me for it. My guess is a little bit of both with it being
more of the latter. She loves abusing, she seems to love it more than anything
in the world, but she never really seems to get angry. Even when she seems
mildly angry with me, deep down it seems that she is amused that she is
picking on me. Meanwhile, I'm the one that suffers.

My name is Bob, that's my real name. She hasn't called me that in a long time,
though. As a matter of fact, I can't remember her calling me any kind of name
in quite some time now. She just uses words top describe me; 'stupid',
'pussy', and 'loser' are probably the three that she uses the most.

Every day living with Liliana is pure hell but today was especially bad and I
just really felt the need to get some of this off of my chest. I'm sitting in
my basement now but I have an ear open just in case she gets home. I'd have to
get my computer shutdown real quick.

I woke up this morning to a hard smack in the face from Liliana. She sure
smacks hard. I try not to cry to give her the satisfaction of seeing me crying
or to tease me more but she just hits so hard that it's hard to control. My
eyes started to water up once she hit me but at least she didn't say anything
about that if she noticed.

It's not like I am totally against hitting girls and that's why I don't hit
her back. Don't get me wrong, I know that hitting girls is wrong, but I was
always told that even if a girl hits you that you hit her back. Shouldn't have
to take that from anybody. But when Liliana hits me I'm too afraid to hit her
back.

She's not a big girl at all and she's actually one of the sexiest women I have
ever laid eyes on. She's a Latina with an absolutely perfect body. She's about
5'5 and is fairly thin overall, but she's in excellent shape and she does have
some muscle definition. And you wouldn't know it by looking at her but that
lean body of hers is extremely strong. I know because I've wrestled her before
even before she started being totally mean to me. She can't weigh more than
125 pounds and she's able to pin all 170 pounds of me to the ground and keep
me there with no problem whatsoever.

"What the fuck are you still doing in bed?" she asked me at 6:01 a.m.

I don't know how I slept that late. She wants me out of bed by 6 a.m. everyday
but I always sent my alarm for 5:50 just to be safe and just to give myself a
bit of time to get out of the fog before I get up. I doubt the alarm didn't go
off so I must have just turned it off without even realizing it. I'm so damn
tired all of the time since she doesn't let me sleep more than six hours ever,
even on weekends so I do sleep right through my alarm occasionally.

I had to beg her to let me even get six hours of sleep. She sleeps a lot
during the day when I'm working so she'll stay up until 1 or 2 in the morning
and want me up with her. I told her that it's not healthy for the human body
to get less than six hours of sleep and I need to be in bed by midnight. She
teased me to no end about it and was sure to call me a pussy because of it but
ultimately she agreed, even if she was mean about it. Really I know I should
be getting 7-8 hours of sleep per night but I didn't want to push my luck.

"My God, I'm so sorry" I said to her trying not only to sound sorry but to
sound like I was upset that I broke the rules. That normally bought me a
little bit of leniency, at least.

I looked at her standing above my bed wearing the sexy black lingerie that she
had slept in. Her body looked so incredibly sexy and my cock was growing out
of control in my boxer shorts as I looked at her. That was one of the reasons
I never left her. That and the fear of her blackmailing me with all she had on
me or just beating the shit out of me. She lives in my house and I know that
if I ever made any effort to get rid of her she would break me down mentally
so badly that I wouldn't ever be able to function in society after that. She
has that kind of power over me.

Jesus, my cock is going out of control now just thinking about her. I hate the
girl so much and this sexual control that she has over me makes me hate her
even more. Luckily she never has suggested putting me in one of those chastity
devices. My last girlfriend, Jackie, suggested that. Boy do I miss Jackie. She
was extremely controlling but nothing like what I'm living with now. I left
Jackie because my male arrogance didn't let me stay with a controlling girl at
the time. Now I am learning my lesson like I never thought I would.

"What are you so fucking stupid that you don't know how to set an alarm
clock?" she asked me with that sexy voice of hers. Her tone was so mean yet so
sexy at the same time.

She then grabbed me by the hair as hard as she possibly could and yanked me
right out of bed. I am afraid of her but sometimes she gets so rough with me
that my natural instinct is to fight back and I can't help it. With my eyes
really watered up I yanked at her hand to try to pull it off but that didn't
do me any good.

"What, you want to try to fight me about this you little pussy?" she said to
me as she yanked my hair even harder. "Come on. What are you going to do?"

She yanked my hair as hard as she possibly could and it felt like she was
going to pull half of my hair right out of my head. I know that fighting her
is not in my best interest but sometimes the pain that she administers to me
is so incredibly unbearable that my natural response is just to fight back.

So I grabbed her at the shoulders trying to push her off and, like usual, that
didn't work out too well for me. The thin, strong girl pushed me right onto my
own bed and pinned me down. It never ceased to amaze me how light she feels
when she holds me down yet her body feels so strong. I never have a chance
when we wrestle.

"Still not going to the gym ever, I see" she said mockingly as she easily held
me down while I struggled. "I give you some free time to yourself every week
and all you do is spend it drinking like a loser as opposed to actually
getting yourself into shape. If you weren't such a pussy you might actually be
able to defend yourself against me. But you're too stupid to realize it."

It sure does make me angry when she says things like that. I spend 40 hours a
week busting my ass working to make sales and all of that money goes to paying
the mortgage, paying for her car payment on her fucking Mercedes SUV, and
paying the rest of the bills. Anything I have left over goes to paying
whatever else her princess-heart desires. Meanwhile, she's using every penny
she makes from the bar she owns to making a nice retirement fund for herself -
she is 25 years old and I wouldn't be surprised if she's retired by the time
she is 40 considering she's basically able to sock away every penny she earns
on her own. The way I pamper her now though she might as well be retired
already.

Anyway, back to my point, she sits there and tells me that I should spend my
free time at the gym like that's so fucking easy. I don't get much sleep and I
spend most of my time away from work serving her so all I want to do when I
have any free time is drink. Besides, even if I did work out I doubt it would
make a difference. She's quite a bit stronger than I am.

And because of that she was able to pin me down on my own bed while she
laughed as she watched me unsuccessfully struggle to get up. She had both of
my wrists pinned down with one hand and she would use her free hand to smack
my wide open face periodically.

"Look at what a pussy you are!" she said as tears started to go down my face.
"You're a 32-year-old man and you're getting beat up by a girl. So fucking
pathetic. Now come on. I want you to rub my feet before you get ready for
work."

She lied on my bed with her legs stretched out and I knew better than to fight
her any further. I got off of the bed and then got on my knees right at her
extremely sexy bare feet. I started to rub them. They had a slight odor to
them but they feel so amazing and soft to touch. It's the most intimate
contact I ever have with her anymore. Her feet are beautiful but the act is so
degrading. I cried as I did it.

I better stop writing for now or I'll increase my chances of getting caught. I
know this entry probably has raised more questions than answers which I will
try to clear up in future entries. Hopefully I can find time to do a few
entries every week. This was good for me. It's good to get things off of your
chest sometimes.

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