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Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Sunday, July 5, 2020
Welcome to our journey........
Greetings, and welcome to our journey. My name is Master to her, and everyone else can call Me Chess. Yes, like the game haha. Master is what she knows Me as, it is what she calls Me by. (come to think about it, she hasn't ever called Me anything else but Sir or Master) It is as natural for her to call Me Master as it is for someone to call another George or Mike. Some would criticize and say "well don't you think that is arrogant because of what Master means? I say that person is somewhat ignorant and doesn't understand all names mean something amazing. George - farmer, Michael - Who is like God. Jesus - Savior. Pretty impressive. But you don't hear anyone say hey, he calls himself Michael, that is arrogant. No, to her I am Master. Not claimed, but given pure and simple.
It is our deepest desire that you will enjoy, relate and learn from our musings. We are both very passionate about life, laughter, love and lust. We are very serious about our life together, but not too serious about life in general. We believe that laughter is not anti-Dominant, neither is silliness anti-submissive. I love My babygirl. The longer I know her, the longer I realize how long I have loved her. I have loved her since the moment I could express what a truly submissive woman was. I have loved her since I could fantasize. She has always been My fantasy girl and I was born to Master her.
Our desire here, humbly speaking, is to share the joy that is us. Every couple believes they are the fairy-tale that book writers will want to scoop up their epic tale and publish it. Perhaps Brad Pitt will play the Dom and some doe eyed starlet will play the sub. We believe no such thing. We are flawed, we are real and we are completely transparent. We hope that will be enough to grab some attention and be able to bring some along with us.
We are completely approachable, and desire to meet new folks. If you have any questions or comments, please share them. We will always respect you, as you respect us. We do not judge, and expect the same in return. We do not always follow protocol as some would say, but in the end, there are no rules. They are more like guidelines. Each D/s couple must determine for themselves what works and what doesn't for themselves.
So, with all that being said, welcome to our small corner of the internet. Grab a bourbon (Myself) or a glass of your favorite red (babygirl), sit with us and enjoy our thoughts.
M _____________________________________________
Now reading my professed love You might think this girl has been completely mind washed. Maybe so.....but that is by my choice, where i choose to be. As i am best when i am at His feet. If you have researched D/s relationships you might have come across that some of the best submissives are strong women. Well that is me to a 't'. There is control in all aspects of my home and business life daily as orchestrated and controlled by me (or so they were-now Mastered by Sir). So why do i choose to be submissive? Born this way, i was born to be submissive, it is society and the men in it who have become comfortable and lazy, abusive to the power, that have made the women step up to move forward. A true submissive needs to serve, to love and be loved. Just wanting to let go, be taken care of, be loved for who i am and who i will be with training, to be the one molded for my Master. This is who i am.
We want to encourage other D/s relationships and hope that they find the love and blessing in this life as Master and i have. The road is not easy but it is very rewarding. Walk with us on our journey and we hope you enjoy our writings. Hold on to your wand/cock because here is take off......
in 3-2-1.......
Have a blast!
Master's babygirl
"Perhaps the greatest freedom of all is the freedom of choosing not to be free."
Monday, July 28, 2014
"What a permanent collar means to me"
There are different levels of collars in our lifestyle, from training, play collar, permanent collar and daily collar, etc. For purposes of this writing and my meaning it is in regards to my permanent collar, the collar that I wear daily 24/7.
The collar Master has placed around my neck reminds me of my place and that i am His property. This is still true without the collar but it is a physical representation of His ownership and love, and represents my place.
The collar is security that i am loved, cherished and protected. It represents that i have given my heart, mind and body to my Soulmate, the One who guards and nourishes me to grow. That ihave given my privacy and decision-making over to a greater being. That in giving, i gain, i gain freedom from having control. Freedom to grow and be the best version of me possible. Master has given me His heart, soul, trust, understanding, discipline and reward. To signify this He has given me a sign that i am worthy of being owned, His collar. i am slave 24/7, therfore every day,every where i go i am always His slave. His collar signifies whoi serve.
It is as binding as a marriage and shall be treated as such.Physically and emotionally i don't need to wear a collar to be collared. But society at large, although not for everyone, conditions us that we need some type of material possession to remind us of the inner portions of our being. As humans we understand symbolic meanings. Marriages are represented by their wedding rings. If one is married and does not wear their ring, they are still married. Same goes for the collar. i am lucky to have a permanent collar that i can wear 24/7 representing this union and i don’t take that for granted.
The collar is symbolic of my existence and the reason i was born. To serve and be used by men. That direction of being in service and being used is only given by the One who owns me. i even have dreams that more people would recognize the collar and its meaning, but it is the lifestyle that we have chosen.
i am His, He owns me ....... Despite what, if anything, is around my neck. But when the collar is placed around my neck ....something magical happens..... my breath becomes His breath..... At that moment i am special beyond all others.... no longer known to others as just a girl, i am His girl, His slave. It becomes a physical and emotional reaction to being owned. ican touch His love, i can touch Him, by touching His collar.
His collar shows that i am cherished, loved, protected above all else in His world..... It is a symbol of His pride, the truth of His love and commitment. i am safe in my place when His collar is around my neck, because i am owned, needed, desired and loved.
Our union is represented by His collar and the commitment thati pledge the rest of my life in service. my vow of service, my will to serve, my ever trying will of obedience. The collar reminds me of my servitude and that i am owned and it inflames not only my heart but my entire being. It remenids me that i am more than just a girl. More is demanded and expected of me. The collar holds me accountable as if Master’s hands were around my neck enforcing my behavior.
The collar represents the ability of my Master that He can actually, in earnest, put me on my knees, that His power is great and His control unwavering. That if need be by restraint; by leash, tether or yank of the hand. The collar is His bound control over His slave. That in choosing me as His slave i have also chosen Him as a Master worthy of giving my all to.
i am not a trophy, i am a piece of owned property i am bound till Master releases my mind, body and heart back to me. i have to continue to be worthy of this place at His feet, worthy to be His slave and to wear His collar. i have to live to serve His desires, wants and needs putting Master and His will before everything else. i have to honor and obey with the heart of a slave.
For me the collar is deeper in meaning than a wedding ring. It demonstrates that Wwe have both developed an understanding of Oour roles to where Oour places are set firm, thus no wavering. He is Master and fully in control at all times and i am slave at the disposal of His will. i can't go out and file for divorce on my own free will, because i have no will but His. An act of separation will never sever this union and bond, there is only His release if, God forbid, He ever saw fit for me to be free. my submission is given, not taken from me. It is not forced around my neck, it is placed there in exchange for my submission in recognition of my worth to be collared as Master's slave.
This collar is a symbol that reminds Uus both how Wwe have bound Oour lives together as Master and slave. That i have worked hard to be worthy and to be of service fit for my King and that my service brings respect and honor to the Master iserve.
The collar denotes ownership and control, permanence and absolute authority, linking Master to slave in a material stronger than steel or any metal and more long lasting than any wedding ring or promise. There is no higher honor in solidfying a slave’s position on this earth, than wearing a collar bestowed upon her neck by a Master who loves her.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
The Art of Humility
'Submission by force is not submission at all’
Humility is defined as the quality or condition of being humble; modest opinion or estimate of one’s own importance, rank. Adisposition to be humble; a lack of false pride, the quality or state of being humble.
Submission is defined as the action or fact of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person.
Lowliness of mind, humility, is a mental quality which enables its possessor to look up with appreciation, not only their Master, but others, recognizing their good qualities. This lowliness of mind should be in allsubmissives; this fact proves it to be a quality that demands careful cultivation. Not all submissives are lowly in mind. Some of them think more highly of themselves than they ought to think. Some of them may be proud of having served well or of their ability to serve well. Any such pride is very objectionable in the sight of the Dominant, and indicates that its possessor has a very small mind; for, with a proper estimate of matters, the best of us can see that we have nothing of which to be proud, nothing of which to boast. If we have received anything, we should boast of our receipts, instead of glorying in something as if we had attained itourselves.
Humility is required because we have nothing whatever of which to be proud or to boast. Whatever we have has been given to us by our Master, thus it is His pride not ours. So the Dominant should spend earnest effort to stimulate and encourage humility. Some have this quality naturally; but the larger number have to contend against the reverse tendency-- self-esteem, self-exaltation, pride--a feeling that they are superior to others.
Humble ourselves
To humble ourselves does not necessarily mean to think that we have no talent, no power, no ability. Such an attitude would be foolishness. But we should think soberly of ourselves. We should think of all oursanctions as coming from our Dominant. So if we find that we have some blessings more than our neighbor or our brother or our sister, let us be thankful; but let us not for a moment think that we have anything to make us proud. It is a gift. We should appreciate the gift, but we should not be puffed up over its possession. The fact that we have received the gift indicates that we lacked it, needed it. Thus again our Master has proven His worth in Dominance over us.
The one who has naturally a proud heart, but who brings himself to the point of submission, manifests humility. If, on the other hand, one who by nature has too low an estimate of themself, will still submit themself,and the Master will show them the proper attitude of mind.
Biblically, the Apostle speaks of those who receive the Holy Spirit as having the "spirit of a sound mind." In proportion as we seek to become acquainted with our Master and to submit ourselves to His will, in that same proportion we become balanced in mind. We become more and more sane, if you please. Thus we are getting the balance of a sound mind, the spirit of a sound mind. Our reasoning faculties become more developed as we grow in grace and in the knowledge of the true submission taught to us by our Master. We must admit that we need ourMaster, and that without Him we can do nothing. So we take this position: "i am nothing but what i am as seen through the eyes of my Master; i know that i am imperfect, that i have nothing which i have not received. Master provides everything; whatever i have is a gift from Him.Knowing all this, i gratefully accept these things, and humble myself under His mighty hand."
The world says, "No! I will not submit myself; if I need any punishment I will take what is coming to me." Such is the spirit of a worldly heart that has not yet learned its need and its impotence. But the spirit of a consecrated heart is that of submission to the will of their Master. Such recognize that their only source of help is at the hand of their Master.Such a course would evidence real humility, no matter how proud-spirited one might be by nature. As they would progress in the good way, and see more clearly wherein they had made mistakes, their humility would increase. So we are to submit ourselves, humble ourselves, have no will of our own, but merely seek our Master’s will.
Scenario
Finding myself many times being a good girl for several days if not even weeks. i am given more freedom to roam in the yard. But then it comes, a situation where another is put before me. Then i forget my place, my position in submission. Pride takes over and i am looking to see what i am going to get in return. Completely forgetting what i have already been given. First i have to remember my mantra “Who does this body belong to? Master; Who does this heart belong to? Master; Who does this mind belong to? Master” It becomes a moment of “What would Master do?”. Then breathe and most likely bow. This is the only way i can process getting back to my humble center. Being human is one thing, i will lose my grounding, but over time the trust in my place will help my humility to grow in strength and the times between my spins lessen. Typically i am very hard on myself knowing i havedisappointed or hurt Master during this process, but He hasfaith in me and knows my strength and willingness will keep me growing.
Forced Humility
When the response of submission is forced, it ceases to be submission because it must be a willing act from the heart to make it genuine. So when humility has to be forced on a submissive to not only define their place but to remind them of their position, it is not submission at all. A submissive mind seeks to uplift another, rather than focusing on how it can be uplifted. In the spirit of humility, we will give, seeking nothing in return. This is the platform to greatness, the heart that is worthy of exaltation, for which the Master will reward.
Pride is a feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired. A feeling of self-respect and personal worth.
How satisfying is it to “feel a deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements”? We spend a lot of time trying tofeed our soul instead of giving. Until we get hungry again for that next thrill of self achievement. Which might be as soon as tomorrow, and that fleeting. It is tiring massaging our own egos. It’s not measuring up to the sustaining nourishment we get when submitting or obeying the will of someone who means something to us. We act with pride out of fear of not having the strength to stand on our own. We forget we are not on our own and we have the great strength of our Master, they are with us and for the good in us. We don’t live for ourselves we live now for our Master.
It brings about the term ‘pass under the yoke’. To make a humiliating submission; to be humbly forced to acknowledge one’s defeat. In ancient Rome vanquished enemies were forced to pass under an arch formed by two spears placed upright in the ground, with a third resting on them. This was a symbol of the even older practice of placing a yoke on the neck of a captive.
Warnings of how harmful forced humility can be. Warnings of how assured of my identity in my Master i must be. Warning of how anything else will just defer my destiny.
Also warnings of how i must spend time with Master, i believe this is where any source of security comes from. When we get so self-absorbed that what seemed like humility fast became about self.Spending time at the feet of our Master is our only hope.
When it takes humiliation or forced reverence to submit it becomes a behavior being forced on another verse a willing act of submission. This forced humbling will either enlighten the subject to submit humbly on their own or it will become an alter who’s flame continues to burn out and has to be lit by others, thus it is not their flame to begin with.
“Whoever exalts himself shall be humbled;
and whoever humbles himself shall be exalted” (Matthew 23:12).
Scenario
Mind games are very good in training my pride. Naturallyone who is prideful, it hurts that pride when i am tested and i fail. Worried about the outcome not the process, i don’t focus on the journey it takes to get to the end result. Trying to give in or manipulate to get the result i want becomes a frustratingendeavor only sending me deeper into a spin. Then the alter egocomes out and honestly just doesn’t care anymore. Giving up on it all, humility is gone, pride is hurt and i am a shell. Feeling broken to the core. It takes the forced hand and a punishment of force or creativity to force me to look past myself. Not only did i not accomplish the original challenge, i have been prideful andgiven up on my place. Leaving Master’s side and not trusting in His direction. He has to force me to care to get back to center. There are gentle moments where He gives me warnings trying to nudge me back into the fence but it ends up taking the forced kick in the ass to throw me back into submission. So it brings about the thought, was i submissive at all. Now of course i am. Growing from that instance and so many others. We all have to learn and grow. But i have learned to remember my place and it is being true to myself to humble myself. Always rememberingthat it is Him who i serve. Existing for Him and His pleasure. If i want the joys and pleasures i desire, i need to strive to serve in the fashion that they are gifted to me as i deserve nothing, what i am given is a gift by Him.
A Bound Relationship in Humility
The humility of a relationship is more fluid if one submits because they love Him, because they are deeply respected, because it was vowed to put His needs over their own. It is more meaningful to humbly submit because of those reasons and not just because it was their “place” in the hierarchy of the relationship. An attitude of humility is necessary for true, heartfelt submission.
We are to imitate Christ, who “although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant…” (Philippians 2). As a submissive we are part of, an extension of, our Master but we are not equal, we are a bound servant. The essence of submission, then, is not the absence of power but the voluntary relinquishing of it. It’s not about sticking to a prescribed hierarchy; it’s about walking in humility.
Adventures in water play
You asked for my vow.....i gave with all certainty all of me, completely all of me. This body lives for the passion to please You and be used by You. The way You choose to use it is of consequence but only reward in my giving of this flesh.
The release of my mind into Your possession. For You to care for it and nurture it and mold it, break it down and build it back up. It was given to You fully with the hope that my desires i had locked away in it would be discovered and be set free. The desire i have to be one with another. To have no boundary and to release all in my mind and let go. To trust beyond question, beyond obedience, it is a trust of my life in Your hands. The trust that my mind will be safe and grow stronger through Your training.
This form in my soul that attempts to hold the lava flow of love and passion. The beat inside me that has a magnetic pull towards You. The piece inside me that seems to be broken more than it is whole. This heart was given to You so You can hold it strong and make it whole. That You could protect it and nurture it and lead it to expel the love that flows inside it for meaningful and fulfilling purposes. The purpose to love and please You Master.
i gave these gifts of myself to You completely. Body, Mind and Heart. They are Your possessions.
In giving all of myself to You it leaves me at Your will. To touch theses pieces of my being again are what make me feel alive. When You use this body, whether by force or by a loving touch, You are the one that makes it feel alive again.
When You put Your finger of God inside and play with this mind. It finds the energy and pulse that makes me remember the substance it holds and the power You trust me to hold within it. i am zapped with force and the power greater than physical strength to overcome and endure, or dream and fantasize anything imaginable. All of these things in my mind are to honor You.
When You embrace my heart, there is a love that flows between us more powerful than anything Wwe could have dreamed. It is a passion that affects the moon and the tide. It can beat like a sonic wave or tick like a cat purring.
It is giving all of myself to a Man worthy of possessing it. In doing so the love that is formed is kinetic. You touch one piece and the energy pushes the other sides to grow. So when You push my boundaries it pushes my senses in all the realms of my being.
In an attempt the explain how Oour growth in water play is loved so deeply by me, i want You to see how i look at Oour dynamic in the realm of giving all of myself to You, the One worthy of owning my gifts.
It started simply enough, Wwe are showering like great lovers do. As a slave i worship You in cleansing Your body, one of my favorite gifts of service. It is part of my training to pee in the shower, even many vanillas pee in the shower. So You pee, i pee, it is natural.
One day You have me kneel to mark me with Your scent. Wwe have discussed how animalistic Wwe are in Oour passion. So it seemed so very natural to have You mark me in this way. To be known to the world (because in my mind all other men can then smell this mark), to be knows as taken. So i kneel and You piss on me. i rub it over my body and You command me to rub it on Your pussy. As i do i feel like You are worshiping me, not in a humbling way, but cleansing me of my sin and protecting me with Your marking. It was the beginning.
The term 'peeing appropriately' became understood that You were to pee on me and through me..... That peeing alone in the toilet was a waste of a gift. You would say "Daddy has to pee now" and i would know i needed to go and sit on the toilet. You would come as pee down my chest as it ran into the toilet. i had a purpose, i had a use, You had a need for me and my body. A slave needs to be needed.
A time or two later, You had finished peeing and had me suck Your cock dry. The amazing sultry salty taste, like salted caramel. Just a drop or two. It wasn't bad at all and all seemed so natural. It was a natural act of submission for me.
In time Your markings reached higher on this body and i was told to open my mouth to receive Your offering and for me to accept it. It would flow into my mouth and bubble up and out as the stream continued. The salt made my mouth water and it was amazing to feel Your wetness be encapsulated by the cum like saliva in my mouth. A little bit more was swallowed here and there. And it was accepted that i give You my all, and in breaking down all Oour barriers Wwe had formed a special bond that neither of Uus had ever had with another.
The scene moved from the tub an toilet to the bed. You were playing in my mind and said You were going to pee in Your pussy. Unbenounced to me, it was my own gushing cum from the erotic though that i felt and not Your golden offering flowing in this pussy. Wwe knew then i was open to the experience and it turned into pleasure and pain as the weeks to come gave You the use of this body to fuck it raw and then cleans it with the salty pour of liquid love, with a slight burn, the feel good, fuck my ass harder kind of pain combined with the relief of wetness, it made the use of this body all the more erotic.
We had gone from "You can pee on me, not in me" to a whole new level.
As Oour time in bed got wetter and wetter, Wwe found a fantastic taboo to overcome that..... i would take the golden love in my mouth and accept all of it. As i swallow, Wwe both know there is nothing in this world i wouldn't do for You, it wasn't even asked if me, but i knew if You desired it of me, i would give You all You wished for. i give You my all, body, mind and heart. They are all how i love, how i express my love, the quality of time Wwe spend in my offering of every piece of me and the gift i give of my will to give all of me to You. my love language poured into service. So when You receive my gifts of service like this they are my love poured out for You. They are how i embrace and express my love, all the love of a slave. Your slave.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Putty in Your Hands
my day at work has been quiet giving me a lot of time to think about Your hints about our evening. A quarter till 5:00 i skate out of work and make a last minute stop at the grocery store. i text You when i am at the store and You have me pick up beer for our guests and i pick up fresh citrus to make more sour mix for You. Some cream cheese for chutney and a dessert for the guests. i head home and text.
Walking into our home is the most freeing feeling in the world. The security system was installed with cameras in all of the rooms (except the bathroom and baby's room). So i feel so safe and secure in these walls. i know that the security system has notified You that i am home. Still, i lock the door. The energy in the house is almost overwhelming, so much love and joy in this house.
As customary i go to the bedroom and change into the uniform i am ordered to wear in our house, shirt and no panties. Barefoot, as required, i head to the kitchen and i prepare the dessert and the chutney, as i have had the main course already going in the crockpot all day. i juice the citrus and blend with the sugar to make a fresh batch of sweet n sour.
Now with my morning routine starting with waking early, working out, coffee and chores, i have so much more accomplished. It feels better for our evenings to be relaxing. i text to see if i may have a glass of wine. You respond that i may only have a small glass, i pour it and send You a picture for approval. i go to the bedroom and make sure the toys and towels are all prepared and in order. i fold the extra towels out of the dryer and put them in the basket in the room.
i quickly freshen up as i have been dripping all afternoon. Fix my hair and makeup.
i sit at the kitchen table and have a sip or two then get the table set and turn on some light music. You text You are on Your way and i know i have less than 10 minutes. This pussy is so wet it is twitching and itches with anticipation. i wipe it and rub the clit to stop the twitch and lick away the evidence. i sit on the couch as i await Your entry home. i see You pull up and i kneel on my pillow. Tonight You carry with You a bag and i get excited in hopes that You might be staying the weekend, or at least a couple nights. You enter and pet Your slave checking Your pussy to verify that Your hints of tonight have made me cream. And i don't disappoint.
You set Your bag on the couch and kneel down to kiss me....the desire in my kiss and my clambering need in my chest propels Your desire inside to give me what i need that it takes all Your will to keep me on my knees and not claim me right there on the couch. You need my need to be raised tonight. To help raise that need You stand and pull out Your cock and fuck my mouth cunt deep. Knowing that as my mouth orgasms with saliva so does Your pussy with growing need to release.
You pull me up by my hair and order a fresh drink as You knew the citrus was on the shopping list. i excitedly bring You back a drink as You sit in Your chair. i kneel to present it to You. You tell me to put away Your bag in the closet. And i return to my pillow. You pet me as we talk about our day's events and You start to tell me about Your expectations for tonight.
You remind me that i am to obey without hesitation.
You tell me to bow.
Then You ask
'Who owns your mind?'
You do Master
'Who owns your heart?'
You do Master
'Who owns this body?', as You tweak my nipples and pull them hard.
You do (breathe) Master.
'Good, you are Mine and you will do as I please and I will do as I please with this body. Right?'
Yes Master
Now set Your pillow at the table and we will eat.
i ask if we shall wait on Your friends. And You say they are not eating dinner with us. i light the candles, bring the food to the table and sit at Your feet. i know when i am sitting at Your feet that i will be fed as You wish and to this day i find it humbling and the most romantic affection.
As we finish i inquire if You would like dessert and the door bell rings. i am excused to answer the door. Usually i am not permitted to answer for my safety but You know who waits at the door. i open it and there are two gentlemen i have not met before. They ask for You by name and i nod in Your direction. They introduce themselves and i return with a bow of my head and as You walk up behind me and introduce me by my name. i can't seem to speak my name or Yours in Your presence. It feels like a fib of who i really am. i am Yours. And that is the response i would have said 'i am His'. Nothing more. But You handle it from here. You hand me Your glass and i know by Your nod that You want no more. You ask Your guests if they would like a drink and they want beer as You expected. You request a coke. i return shortly with a tray with the chutney and chips and the drinks. You Guys have me standing in wait with my hands behind my back. You motion me to turn and tell me to raise my shirt, then say 'fuck it, take the shirt off'. i stand naked as You talk. i hear someone get up as they bump the table......then i feel a finger trace down the back of my arm to my lower back. Then a smack on my ass....i was not expecting and almost loose my footing. Your friends have been talking about what fun things they want to do me as if i am not in the room. You come and grab me by the throat and pull me into the bedroom. i kneel on my rug. You open the chest and pull out the spreader bar. You attach it to the ceiling and then pull out the leg spreader. You pull me up by my hair and cuff my hands to the pole. Then my legs to the leg spreader. You feel Your pussy and ensure i am responding. Your friends come and sit on the chest and one already has his cock out in his hand. You start with the crop and lash at my back and thighs. You don't even start soft You want to hear my pants and screams. You then turn and are at my front with the floggers one in each hand. i can't see the other two but i feel hands caressing my ass as i focus on the tits responding to the flogging. But fuck now You are assaulting Your pussy and it is dripping onto the floor. You tell one of the guys to feel how wet it is ....proving to them how much i love to hate it. He feels a little bit more than just for wetness....his touch is a welcome release to my wanting need. Then You tell the other guy to get my hitachi that is on the nightstand and to plug it in right over here..... And You motion to him to use it on me. But fuck.....You tell me i must ask permission to cum..... Yes Master.
He is in front, below me and You are now behind....talking in my ear, reminding me i must ask for permission. You start a sensual flogging on my ass....and the hitachi hits my clit and i almost jump in explosion..... But i breathe through the motions and twitching of my clit. The heat is building from my ass and the flogging and the pit of my stomach. i try to form the words 'mam ma Master, please may i cum?'
'No you may not.' Fuck i waited to long and now i must focus elsewhere and breathe......it is only another second as he moved the hitachi and i ask again....
'No slut'
Good thing the rejection hurts my heart that i gives me a moment to block the feelings in my sex......
This time i start to escape in my head as my pride fights wanting to be denied again..... You lash at me harder trying to draw out the cum.... And it jolts me all the way to the humm working up my clit......i almost explode and tense my mussels......Your hand works it way down my ass and You say in my ear to ask for it....
'Please Master, please'
'Please what, slut?'
'Please may i cum!'
'Cum now......cum you slut'
i drop in the chains and pull my hips forward and i squirt ......the guy with the hitachi is taken back for a moment but tries to draw out as much cum as he can.
You pull the plug as i am in the middle of a drawn out orgasm.
'Enough' You say.....
You release my legs then my wrists and pull me by my hair to the bed...You position me bent over the edge and must have motioned to one of the guys because before i know it one of them has entered me from behind. Fuck yes......i want to cum again and again but i have not been given permission to cum freely after being told to ask for permission......i just feel and let the man take from this pussy what he needs. The other guy has crawled onto the bed and a luscious cock is in front of me begging to be sucked. i oblige and suck him like it is what gives me the greatest pleasure of all. In return giving him great pleasure. The fucking is getting faster and faster and i feel he is about to cum..... he pulls out and cums all over my ass and back ......You come over and rub it in and tell me i am such a good girl and ask me if i came.....i say no Master. You use Your fingers to bring me to the edge.... And stop.....i whimper and You have me put a couple towels on the bed and remove the comforter......i get on the bed and assume the position with my legs wide open like a good slut as the other man enters slowly into Your pussy. You pull my head backwards off the bed for me to suck Your cock...... As i get fucked, You slap my tits as You drive Your cock deep down my throat. He pushes on top of me and goes deep into me as i squirt on his balls. With my mouth full and my tits being pleasured with pain i just explode. He says 'fuck yeah' as Your pussy tightens around him and convulses. He pulls out and comes around to my head and ejaculates all over my face and tits.
You have already entered me and held my legs back knowing i will squirt like this.....pinning my arms down.....You take Your pussy and claim it like not other......biting my shoulder at the same time making my explosion near.....i ask if i may cum and You say, at will i may cum....
i explode again all over Your balls and cock and You milk my pussy dry.....
Your guests are cleaning up and You finish with me but by no means are You finished with me. You roll me over on my stomach and chain me spread eagle to the bed. One friend fucks my mouth cunt and the other helps with my leg ties. He slaps my ass and tells me he enjoyed my tight pussy. i am bound and so fucking turned on .......but You all leave the room......i hear You offer the men another drink one accepts as one for the road....the other declines.....
You say Your goodbyes.
You come back to the room after getting some ice water..... Although there is always bottle water by the bed. When You finish Your glass You tell me how proud You are of me and how good of a fuck toy i was and such a good little whore. You say this is going to hurt as You climb onto the bed, You spit on my ass and enter it -just all in, consume my ass take it without regard.....i scream and buck and You slap my ass and tell me to take it like a good little whore.....i tear and scream again and then give in to the pain.......as it turns to tight pleasure.......i push back into You and release ........i cum over and over for minutes on end....each breath brings a tighter grip on Your cock. You fuck me fast and hard which is not easy in that tight ass. But i release my grip and explode further into a deeper level of bliss. You take me till You fill up my bowels with Your seed..... Claiming all points and holes on this body, Master's slut.
You collapse on top of me and i can hardly breath, the shock waves have captured my breath. Until i can thank You and think again we don't move.
You unhook me and hold me. Then send me off to run You a shower. i collapse in Your arms in the shower an You take the moment as You hold me to take another orgasm from Your pussy with Your fingers .....complete putty in Your hands.
Year 2013 in review
1. What did you do in 2013 that you’d never done before?
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
14. Where did most of your money go?
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
16. What song will always remind you of 2013?
17. Compared to this time last year, are you: happier or sadder?
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
20. How did you spend Christmas?
21. Did you fall in love in 2013?
- Took the family including grandparents on a cruise and to Disneyland!
- Had a BDSM relationship in which i found my my Master
- Was flogged, loved with a belt, a paddle and set on fire (mouse train)
- Found a real Man to love and cherish me
- Became a slave
- Yes in 2013 I lost 45 lbs and have maintained that loss, in 2014 i want to loose 20 more lbs
- my cousin
- Thank goodness No
- Bahamas on our cruise
- Financial Freedom
- May 2013 best family vacation
- July 5, 2013 met Master
- September 20, 3013 O/our Union
- Learning who i truly am......submissive and finding strength from the support of Master to make positive changes in my life to be the best me possible
- my marriage - but that is in perspective
- No thank God
- The family vacation for everyone best money spent on memories
- my step-son graduated middle school and my son graduated kindergarten so a great celebration in May 2013 (family vacation)
- Master's patience through my life/family changes (just beginning)
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
- my husband
14. Where did most of your money go?
- Any extra that didn't pay bills was spent on the vacation if not just on good eats
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
- Finding my true Love....soul Mate...kismet Master...loving Daddy and how wonderful He makes me feel in allowing me to serve Him
16. What song will always remind you of 2013?
- Blurred Lines - http://www.vevo.com/watch/robin-thicke/blurred-lines-unrated-version/USUV71300526
17. Compared to this time last year, are you: happier or sadder?
- Hell YES Happier :-)
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
- Spent time just loving on my son daily' every waking moment
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
- Compromising with my husband and giving and not receiving in return
20. How did you spend Christmas?
- In Wisconsin with my mother, father, and son visiting family
- Apart from Master for two weeks (except for a quick night hold over) very emotional and hard but W/we are so much stronger in the end!
21. Did you fall in love in 2013?
- Yes indeed! The truest for of love i have ever felt....what I thought was unconditional is not even close to the love i have now for a Master.....to be owned and cherished and loved like i matter and all my dreams are of worth and my service and love are warranted and appreciated! Deep passionate love.....i am madly in love
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