It's been three weeks since I've been with my Master. This last week was a very intense week as far as work was concerned and I was worn out on a daily basis for 5 days. I was so exhausted by Friday, all I could do all weekend was recover. I was out-of-town and spent the weekend with my father which was good to recharge. However, in speaking with my Master on Sunday night, I realized and mentioned that I hadn't felt very submissive in a week. My last posting was as close as I had gotten in 7 days.
His response was simple. "It has been too long since you felt me."
True. The verbal dominance with his voice is good over the phone but requires more effort on both our parts. iChat is so much better. iChat at least provides some opportunity for me to feel and see his power. His darkening eyes or sly grin instantly has my attention. We didn't have that method to connect last week and I feel myself slipping in my obedience.
I need to smell his skin, feel powerful fingers pulling my nipples, warm breathe tickling my neck next to my collar and the surrender of my whole body to him.
Soon, sir, soon.
Only 7 days.
Meanwhile, I am still yours.
Sir
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Cento...and counting
Here I am on yet another airplane…heading the wrong direction from my Master. With instructions from him to journal my fantasies, I’m grateful to be in first class where the seats are wider and I have more room to shift my laptop to be unreadable to the passenger beside me. The prospect of enduring another week without his touch has my mind conjuring another vision. And causing me to blush. My pussy to dampen.
Finding myself naked before you, my pulse quickens. I am excited and slightly apprehensive. What will you have in store for me? You gently place my collar around my throat. The first moment of it on always has me feeling that it is too tight. I know it is not and trust.
Your dark voice comes close from behind me. ‘You’ve disobeyed me. How shall I correct you?’ Blushing fiercely, I am momentarily at a loss. I finally respond, ‘In whatever way pleases you, sir.’
‘Good answer. Now, over my knee.’
I move quickly to drape myself over you and feel your hardness. I know, hope, that if I please you now, you will reward me. Filling me with your cock. And maybe even letting me come for you.
Your hand stroking my ass brings me back from my reverie. I will pay first.
‘Count. In Italian.’
Gulping hard, I panic. The last time we did this I got stuck on 15, quindici. I lost count about the tenth time we started over. Now I know this word, I’ll never forget it. Will I forget another one?
Smack! The sound ringing in my ears. ‘Uno, Sir.’ ‘Due, Sir’ And on we move through the numbers.
Sometime after dici, you move your hand to my thighs. The place that at first is tolerable but quickly becomes almost more than I can take. We approach the number and a smack is quickly followed by, ‘Quindici, Sir.’
Without pausing, you continue. I rush to find the correct words, knowing that my pronunciation is slipping.
Throughout sessanta-cinque you vary the location of the assault. I feel myself leaking, dripping onto your legs. Now you are focusing on my upper, outer thighs. My watering eyes blur my view of my blonde hair blushing the floor.
Novanta. Thinking ahead, I panic anew. What is the word for 100? I find myself searching for my safe word while simultaneously searching for….cento! There it is!
The heat from my ass is unbelievable. I can barely get the words out. Finally, we are there. And I succeed in getting it out. Only just.
But, you don’t stop. You continue and I work to get out the next. And the next. We continue.
I start to falter at cento-venti-quattro. The words are coming more slowly as I fight to focus. Focus on anything other than the urgent need between my legs.
At cento-trenta-sei, I can’t get the words out. You and my desire devour me.
Quickly you pull me up, push me down on the bed and enter me easily in one quick thrust. Your dark eyes see me and my defeat. I don’t want to disappoint you but I am too close to resist my orgasm. Barely.
Our need is great and you consume me. The orgasm is close and as I feel its beginnings, you give me my command.
‘Come. Come now.’
Release. Complete and utter surrender. You surge into me and your moans roar in my ears. I am destroyed. And renewed.
Possessed. Loved.
Owned.
By you.
Sir.
Finding myself naked before you, my pulse quickens. I am excited and slightly apprehensive. What will you have in store for me? You gently place my collar around my throat. The first moment of it on always has me feeling that it is too tight. I know it is not and trust.
Your dark voice comes close from behind me. ‘You’ve disobeyed me. How shall I correct you?’ Blushing fiercely, I am momentarily at a loss. I finally respond, ‘In whatever way pleases you, sir.’
‘Good answer. Now, over my knee.’
I move quickly to drape myself over you and feel your hardness. I know, hope, that if I please you now, you will reward me. Filling me with your cock. And maybe even letting me come for you.
Your hand stroking my ass brings me back from my reverie. I will pay first.
‘Count. In Italian.’
Gulping hard, I panic. The last time we did this I got stuck on 15, quindici. I lost count about the tenth time we started over. Now I know this word, I’ll never forget it. Will I forget another one?
Smack! The sound ringing in my ears. ‘Uno, Sir.’ ‘Due, Sir’ And on we move through the numbers.
Sometime after dici, you move your hand to my thighs. The place that at first is tolerable but quickly becomes almost more than I can take. We approach the number and a smack is quickly followed by, ‘Quindici, Sir.’
Without pausing, you continue. I rush to find the correct words, knowing that my pronunciation is slipping.
Throughout sessanta-cinque you vary the location of the assault. I feel myself leaking, dripping onto your legs. Now you are focusing on my upper, outer thighs. My watering eyes blur my view of my blonde hair blushing the floor.
Novanta. Thinking ahead, I panic anew. What is the word for 100? I find myself searching for my safe word while simultaneously searching for….cento! There it is!
The heat from my ass is unbelievable. I can barely get the words out. Finally, we are there. And I succeed in getting it out. Only just.
But, you don’t stop. You continue and I work to get out the next. And the next. We continue.
I start to falter at cento-venti-quattro. The words are coming more slowly as I fight to focus. Focus on anything other than the urgent need between my legs.
At cento-trenta-sei, I can’t get the words out. You and my desire devour me.
Quickly you pull me up, push me down on the bed and enter me easily in one quick thrust. Your dark eyes see me and my defeat. I don’t want to disappoint you but I am too close to resist my orgasm. Barely.
Our need is great and you consume me. The orgasm is close and as I feel its beginnings, you give me my command.
‘Come. Come now.’
Release. Complete and utter surrender. You surge into me and your moans roar in my ears. I am destroyed. And renewed.
Possessed. Loved.
Owned.
By you.
Sir.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Trains, Planes, Automobiles and Daydreams
I've been traveling quite a bit lately.
- Trains to Chicago
- Planes to every time zone in the U.S.
- Cars to Milwaukee
I've been everywhere it seems EXCEPT the city where my Master is located. The past two weeks have been tough to manage for us both. At least we have iChat but that isn't enough when my skin craves his touch.
Lately, I've been having erotic daydreams while in transit to another city. The plane ride to Chicago earlier this week found me dreaming of submitting in the most delightful way.
- Wearing my thigh-high stockings, I knee in front of my Master
- I anxiously wait for him to allow me to taste his cock
- I am not restrained by anything other than his words, "Do NOT move your hands from your sides"
- HIs cocks come near my face and I'm allowed to feel the softness against my cheek
- I tentatively reach out with my tongue to feel and taste the excitement leaking from him
- I part my lips and welcome the invasion of his cock
- My tongue presses against the sensitive skin beneath the head
- Savoring his smell, I feel myself becoming wet
- Measuring my breathe, I take more of him into my mouth
- His gasps satisfy my need to please, urging me on my mission
- Fingers tangle and tightly pull my hair, pulling me closer
- My pussy drips with need and I feel my lips getting damp
- Disregarding my aching jaw, I press myself further forward
- My watering eyes glance upwards to see my Master's face
- He smiles, groans and pushes me further
- Fighting my need to gag, I take his large cock deeper into my throat
- My tongue dances and I happily hear louder moans
- HIs strong fingers pull my hair harder making me reel with need
- I am rewarded with his ultimate gift
- As I swallow, he pulls me up and gently kisses me
- We rest on the bed while my need assaults our sense of smell
- I patiently wait for whatever he wants of me next
Yours
For your pleasure
Sir
- Trains to Chicago
- Planes to every time zone in the U.S.
- Cars to Milwaukee
I've been everywhere it seems EXCEPT the city where my Master is located. The past two weeks have been tough to manage for us both. At least we have iChat but that isn't enough when my skin craves his touch.
Lately, I've been having erotic daydreams while in transit to another city. The plane ride to Chicago earlier this week found me dreaming of submitting in the most delightful way.
- Wearing my thigh-high stockings, I knee in front of my Master
- I anxiously wait for him to allow me to taste his cock
- I am not restrained by anything other than his words, "Do NOT move your hands from your sides"
- HIs cocks come near my face and I'm allowed to feel the softness against my cheek
- I tentatively reach out with my tongue to feel and taste the excitement leaking from him
- I part my lips and welcome the invasion of his cock
- My tongue presses against the sensitive skin beneath the head
- Savoring his smell, I feel myself becoming wet
- Measuring my breathe, I take more of him into my mouth
- His gasps satisfy my need to please, urging me on my mission
- Fingers tangle and tightly pull my hair, pulling me closer
- My pussy drips with need and I feel my lips getting damp
- Disregarding my aching jaw, I press myself further forward
- My watering eyes glance upwards to see my Master's face
- He smiles, groans and pushes me further
- Fighting my need to gag, I take his large cock deeper into my throat
- My tongue dances and I happily hear louder moans
- HIs strong fingers pull my hair harder making me reel with need
- I am rewarded with his ultimate gift
- As I swallow, he pulls me up and gently kisses me
- We rest on the bed while my need assaults our sense of smell
- I patiently wait for whatever he wants of me next
Yours
For your pleasure
Sir
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Another space...
Flying. Subspace. I read about it 2 years ago. There is little written to describe it other than it is a state of euphoria, ecstasy and pleasure far beyond what is believable. It sounded interesting but I had no idea how to get there since it seemed like a highly personal and individual experience. Some submissives never achieve this state. For others, subspace is instinctive, automatic and they may find themselves entering it with little or no difficulty.
We discovered that I am one of the latter.
The first time would have been more exciting had I not found myself drifting into, what felt like, a different plane of consciousness. I was fully aware but the pain within my body had gone and was replaced with a slight feeling of pressure that was quite pleasurable. I felt disconnected from myself. It felt like an eternity.
Now, I am more "aware" of my environment when flying. I can feel when it is about to happen as can my Master. My whole body relaxes completely and my breathe slows. The first few times had me feeling isolated and "floating" adrift. My experience now is very connected to my Master. He guides me and accompanies me on my journey. He is very satisfied when I fly and I am very happy to receive and give this gift.
Yet another way you possess me.
Sir
We discovered that I am one of the latter.
The first time would have been more exciting had I not found myself drifting into, what felt like, a different plane of consciousness. I was fully aware but the pain within my body had gone and was replaced with a slight feeling of pressure that was quite pleasurable. I felt disconnected from myself. It felt like an eternity.
Now, I am more "aware" of my environment when flying. I can feel when it is about to happen as can my Master. My whole body relaxes completely and my breathe slows. The first few times had me feeling isolated and "floating" adrift. My experience now is very connected to my Master. He guides me and accompanies me on my journey. He is very satisfied when I fly and I am very happy to receive and give this gift.
Yet another way you possess me.
Sir
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