Diaries of Naughty..Valentines Day for Master part 2

Well it is time to get ready so i head for the shower,thinking the hot water will calm me down. Trying to put on my make up i smear mascara across my cheek. Standing there looking in the mirror i cant believe i have just done this.Is this how it is going to play out. Laughing at myself i hit the road.

i take the route i always take thinking i will be there soon. But oh hell no..traffic is horrible. Music blaring as loud as i can get it, i watch the clock nervously. i am starting to panic because i am running out of time to have this dinner cooked when He walks in the door.Traffic finally breaks and i make it there by ten after Five. Master is usually home by six and i still have to preheat the oven. It takes forty five minutes to cook this fish.

While the oven preheats i run to change. i have brought two nighties over. One is bright red but makes my ass look bigger then the other one and given He was just teasing me about it..well i went with the purple one with flowers. it looks better with the pink collar anyways.

Yay! Master is running late. While talking to Him on the phone i start lighting the candles. How pretty it all looked. i made the salads in clear bowls and set them on the double plates.Now hopefully the salmon wont screw up,after all i did a practice run of this at home. i made the exact dinner in the afternoon so that i would be prepared for any mistakes. 

i hear the garage door beep. Omg He is home. i quickly pull the little door rug over and kneel in the Gor  slave greeting position.Now we do not practice their ways but i thought i should do something a little different so with the help of a friend the other night..that is the position we chose. So i am waiting for Him when my foot starts to cramp. i couldn't believe it, why the hell is my foot cramping and holy hell am i getting old. Thankfully it passed and i was sitting proper and still when He walked in.

Master smiled at the sight of the table. He told me how pleased He was with it all....We sat and ate dinner in candle light. It was so nice...oh and the salmon was screwing with me. It didn't look the same as the one i cooked at home,but it turned out perfect. Master enjoyed His dinner and His chocolate treats.

i was so happy it was all going smooth. i told Master i had a present in the living room for Him. He was so happy when He saw it and told me i had done good. i had ended up playing the radio because i couldn't find the button Red told me about..i was thinking the whole time where the hell is that repeat button :)

Note to self..do not feed Master a huge dinner and expect Him to lay on a flat massage table (giggles). Master and i pushed the table to the side and i blew out the candles. i sat at His feet and rubbed them while watching tv. He loved His heart shaped cake and all the things i had done.

This was a wonderful Valentines Day spent with a wonderful Master and i enjoyed every minute of it. The best part is...it is reality and in reality shit happens to change our plans a bit..shake things up.So although we didnt use the table tonight, we will get plenty of use out of it. The most important thing was that Master was happy with the things i had planned and in the end that is all that matters.

Blows Master a kiss....Happy Valentines Day, Master! Kisses xxx

Diaries of Naughty..Valentines Day for Master

Well it is O/our Valentines Day...although Master doesn't know it.:) Last week i finally figured out what i wanted to do. i wanted this to be something He would never forget..something special.However when planning this night i had no idea that my nerves would be so out of control. So to calm myself so that i don't throw up i thought i would write in my diaries...

While rubbing His back and trying to work around the bed, it occurred to me that the best thing to get Him and me would be a massage table. So i started the search on craigslist and i found one in great shape for very little. Over the top excited, i asked my friend if i could stash this at her house so that i could build this surprise night of pampering.So begins the planning.

Master has to have sugar free deserts. i remembered the sugar free bakery a couple miles away. So i decided i would stop by and find Him something yummy for after dinner.The lady there was so aggressive that i ended up buying a chocolate heart cake with cherries and whip cream on top that says Happy Valentines Day. So of course, now i am thinking what if He doesn't like cherries.sighs i did get a couple of the turtles He likes so if the cake is a bust, i should be ok.

So what to do for dinner...i remembered that i promised to make Him salmon like i had when i was growing up. The other day i found a place that sells fish that doesn't make you question if you will live or die eating it...so off to the store. i decided that salmon,rice, and romaine salad would be perfect for dinner.

Now for the details...i want to cover all the little details so last week  i went  to the store. i found every thing i needed hopefully. i did consider flowers but the last time i left Him a flower He went all quiet. So i thought candles would be a nice back ground for both dinner and the massage.

Now i had planned to have a weekend of pampering for Him starting with Friday..but of course i couldn't tell Him so plans were changed. i did manage to get in some trouble this weekend so this makes my nerves even more frazzled. Leave it to me to screw up right in the middle of something i had been planning.

This morning i thought i better get most of this set up so that i am not trying to do it all when He gets home. Taking everything inside a thousand thoughts are going through my mind. What if He doesn't like the dinner? What if He is not in the mood for any of this and just wants to relax watching t.v. when He gets home...holy hell i would die a thousand deaths.

Laying my nighties and pink collar in the guest room,i start putting things together. i washed and prepared the salmon just like mom use to do,covered it and placed it in the fridge with the salad and cake. Going to the closet i find the navy place mats and flowered linen napkins to match. Starting to panic i search for the napkin rings...thankfully i remembered they were in the new desk. Just like before i set the place mats with the rings and silverware.Standing in front of the table i start to shake. Damn it my nerves are out of control. Pulling out the candles and heart metallic confetti i begin to work on the details.

Master has clear dinner plates so i decided how cute would it be to double stack them with the hearts in between. Oh it looks so cute...i set the tall red candle pillars on the table with the little plate of chocolate clusters. Behind the table and on the desk near the kitchen i placed the little plates with the heart tea light candles and sprinkled confetti.Kitchen looks perfect...

my mouth starts to get dry and the shaking is becoming more intense...time to set up the table. Moving the coffee table to in front of His "spanking chair" i set up the table. i remembered there was a black sheet in His linen closet that would be perfect with a small pillow underneath it. Placing the large plate of tea lights on the coffee table and two small plates above the fireplace, i curse myself for not knowing how to use His fireplace...i can build a real fire but this was gas. i wonder to myself if the Adel cd i bought would be good background music or did i make a mistake? What if i am in the middle and the cd ends? Would this ruin the moment having to stop because my planning wasn't perfect? 

Looking at the house i have to run for water. my nerves are now so bad off i am almost throwing up. i have never done this sort of thing before and i am not sure how He will respond to it. Will He think it is all too much? Is this even appropriate for a slave to do for a Master or is this too romantic?

So here i sit watching the clock thinking what if i mess this all up...what if my head starts to sweat while giving Him the message? what if i burn the damn fish and ruin His dinner.What if all the little heart tea lights don't want to burn like they should? Do i light them all  before He gets there and if so what if they burn out while He is eating?

So i have learned something about myself through all of this...i am so not a switch! People have always said they see one in me but i know from just planning a romantic dinner and how  i am a bundle of nerves that i could never pull off a scene..

Wishing myself luck,i head off for the shower to prepare His properties body.

Diaries of Naughty..Things to do with Your slave on Sadistic Sat. :)

So it's been awhile since i rushed across town to spend the morning with a Sadist...how often in life can a person say that sentence ?  What a morning with Master...:) i am still spinning.

 

i don't know if He woke feeling frisky, if He had planned this the night before, or if something about the way i looked had Him wanting to take me for the roller coaster ride. What ever it was...i will never look at chop sticks in the same way ever again.

 

He played me back and forth so hard this morning between extreme affection to sadistic mind fuck games. i find myself sitting here with blank spots in my mind and a stupid grin plastered to my face. i am unable to have a normal conversation and it has been hours. He had me so bad off i was making strange noises and talking to myself...the best part is when He would try and act innocent and ask me what was wrong...and i was so messed up all i could do was say "fuck" and giggle a lot.

 

There was so many things i am starring out my window trying to remember them all or how He even started it. i remember snuggling Him while He sat in His chair...i said something smart ass and told Him i was just teasing...;) note to self...He has far too many things around the house that are cures for a smart ass. For example chop sticks on the nipples and one of those big clips that you put on chip bags on the tongue. Now when someone is squeezing that clamp on the tongue and chop sticks are hanging from your nipples..it is truly amazing how you have nothing sarcastic to say. Who knew one of those big clumsy clips could hurt so much if just the right amount of pressure is applied. The added bonus to that would be the humiliation factor..due to the fact one looks like a dumb ass with a clip on their tongue whining at their Master.

 

Here are some more of the things He thought of:

 

A fun one..when your slave is trying to recover from the heat you just placed in her, tell her to get on the laundry. This becomes a perfect time to lock her in the laundry room when she is busy trying to regain her senses and get her chores done.Imagine the look of surprise when she tries to open the door and can't get out. when letting the slave out of the laundry closet make sure to turn up the heat again...

 

Oh here is another fun one...when your slave is on her knees trying to figure out what is going on in Your head...tell her her only problem is she is inattentive. Tell her to look around and figure out what she has missed. Add extra pressure about how You will be mad if she doesn't figure this out while reminding her to keep looking. Demanding what is the answer...all of this is the perfect way to let her know Your coffee cup is empty.After all how boring would it be to simply say..i need some coffee girl...

 

While in the garage with her start pulling out the scariest tools You have in the tool box...twist her mind having her watch You look at each one and then at her.While she dances nervously wondering what in the fuck You are gonna do next..top it off with the most sadistic laugh You have.Lead her back into the house with her hands behind her back holding her by the thumbs,breasts exposed so that she fears the neighbors might see...

 

This is a really good time to apply the heat again. This can be done well with passionate kisses...or slaps to the face...choking her with her collar while kissing her. When You feel her crumbling with passion,remind her its breakfast time and You are hungry. After all a slave trying to cook breakfast with jelly legs can be entertaining. Side not..also it can be fun when she is not allowed anything from her waist up but her collar..and bacon does splatter.When the slave has served You, have her kneel at Your feet, feed her little bites off your fork or Your hand. This reminds her she is a slave and your gentleness will start to calm her again and remind her of Your control.

 

If Your slave is still able to stand after the up and down ride,its time to finish her off. Take her in the bedroom and crank up the heat again. Silly slut will most likely think she is finally going to be rewarded with Your cock..but of course she is wrong., After all this is a mind fuck and a roller coaster ride, Grab the slut by the hair and bend her over Your bed. Rip her pants down and spank her bare ass with Your hand...has she had enough...hehehehe no she hasn't. Grab Your belt and beat her ass and back and legs..listen to her moans and hit harder. Just when You see she is lost in the passion and almost no return, tell her ok girl you can go now. How entertaining to watch her slither on the floor mumbling stupid shit while trying to dress...send her on her way and hope she has enough sense to remember her way home.

 

 

Naughty's random thoughts

Do you ever feel responsible for the things you say on the net?

i have been thinking about the groups and things people discuss on the web sites. i often wonder about how much of it has even the slightest bit of reality involved. How much of it is the norm for the couples on a daily basis. It always makes me wonder about the new ones that try to learn by reading these discussions and the effects it has on them. Does it cause them to judge themselves against the stories? Do they come out short in their minds due to what they have learned. Could this cause them discomfort and frustration?

So the first place i was taken was to be registered at the slave register. Oh my i was so excited. There were so many submissives there and they were so smart and lived such wonderful lives. i was in complete awe of them. i read as much as i could as often as i could. They were all so very happy and living the erotic dream. Never did i read that anyone could think anything but of his happiness. Every breath they took revolved around this concept.These were my role models...i wanted so much to be like them.

So many thoughts, so many theories were shared..even some of their kink. Their lives were fascinating to me as i hung on every word.To afraid to speak in the forums because i felt as if i wasn't on the same playing field as them...,after all i was brand new and in an on line/long distance relationship...what could i possibly contribute?

Time went by and i was released. i looked to these role models to see if i could find any answers in their obvious words of wisdom. There was nothing written anywhere on how the mind of a submissive is not always content and not always jumping for joy to please....was i the only one out there that felt any difficulty in following His orders above all else? Did this make me a bad submissive? A role i strapped on?

Deciding that i needed to learn even more so that i could correct all the failed behaviors, i joined fetlife and then the groups for other subs. This, i thought, should help teach me the proper mind set of a submissive. Now i have been in these web sites and groups for two years...and yes i have learned a great deal. i am grateful for the resources to do just that.

Now i am owned in real time and there is a complete difference in that of on line and that of real time...still i find myself not relating to a whole lot of what i read. This use to bother me a great deal. i questioned so much about me...even with the constant reminder that all submissives are like snowflakes..not two being the exact same. Still i wondered what the hell...

Ever since the very first word i have spoke on the net..i have spoke as i would in person. i have never felt the need to create a completely different character from who i am. i have never had the need to portray things in a prettier light so to speak..it is what it is...

So now i am quite vocal on the sites i belong to...i have spoke up a great deal on things i have felt passionate about. i have always tried to reach out to those subs that have been left behind and those who are feeling lost in their submission. i speak loudly of choice to submit and hot topics of that nature. i feel like sometimes even though it is putting yourself in a not so good light..its better to put it out there so that the new ones can learn its ok to not be the slave "rock star".

However i am one of the lucky ones. Master doesn't concern Himself with all my words. i have a great deal of freedom to do so. i can write all over the place preaching to the choir about choice...there is no punishment for this. Sometimes i feel alone in my beliefs about this lifestyle and i search for others that will speak with reality on their feelings...

i wonder to myself what in the hell the is the purpose of belonging to these discussion groups if there is fear of your thoughts and feelings? Example..when was the last time you read " he wanted me to do the laundry and i didn't feel like it, i did it but felt resentful the entire time"...why is this such a death sentence to tell of the truthful feelings that we submissives as human beings sometimes have...why have a group for submissives to discuss things if putting out their true feelings would be considered a slam and disrespect? Why can't anyone be honest about things like this? i am not saying everyday a sub might have resentment..but surely there are days that they want to say fuck it and leave..but they don't because they are truly happy, just happen to be having a bad day. Why is this so unforgivable?

i truly think that if more people spoke of the reality and not just the best days...it wouldn't be so hard on some when they sit in judgment of themselves due to the shit they read out here. Maybe it would help the submissives to b e able to say holy hell i had a hard week..i couldn't get my mind straight and i struggles through every action i made. What is so wrong about this and why is it so hush hush. Why can't their be some what of a more realistic talk about play? when i first started i thought submissives were fucked and beaten around the clock..imagine my surprise when i became real time and found out that Masters cant fuck you while working ...that life happens and doesn't always agree with your fantasy of the life of a slave...That sometimes as a couple ( i know the dirty vanilla word) sometimes you just don't want to fuck every night....why cant people speak with more reality that hey i get beat only on weekends or once every two weeks or once a month or omg every six months...and just say how wonderful it is. There is no shame in that...

There is a shame however in the fact that when one is new you cant possibly know just how much extra is written and how much less is reality. Not everyday is whips and chains as much as we would like them to be. Now i am not so cynical that i don't believe that some couples have the ability to fuck like rabbits around the clock...beat the crap out of their slaves each and everyday...but i think that there are more that have to live life and get it when they can then those that experience that. i also believe i am not the only one out there that has had off days and Master's happiness was not the top of my list to do that day. i am after all human with selfish needs and sometimes the human in me kicks the slave in me to the back burner. Does this make me a bad person? i think this makes me real...

i just wish when i was new that there had been more reality and less fantasy and maybe the growing process wouldn't have been so painful...

The awakening of the Mistress

Getting out of the shower Kennedy heads for the closet. She is lost in thought. Tonight is going to be a big night for her. Question is will she be able to perform well or will the submissive in her take over. In the back of the closet is the outfit she bought for tonight. Black latex with 6 inch spike heeled boots and of course the leather gloves to match. She cusses to herself while putting on the body suite. These outfits sure look hot but they are such a pain in the ass to get on. The doors of her closet are mirrored as she watches herself transform into the Mistress of the night.

 

Three months ago she asked her Master for permission to experiment with her darker side. She has always had a sadistic imagination. She wondered if she could truly top someone and live out her ideas. He had been planning a trip and told her while he was away she could give it a try.

 

Kennedy started her search for the perfect submissive to play with. She wanted one that had little to no experience so that she wouldn't try topping her. She wanted her to be young and pretty. The kind of pretty that is rare. Not made up with make up but a natural beauty like an uncut diamond. She was aware this was going to be hard to find but she did not want to  have this experience with just anyone. The girl needed to be special,as special as the night would be.

 

Kennedy joined all the groups she could think of to find her little diamond at all the kink sites. The group for newbies, the group for submissives, submissives without Dominates, even the local adds. So far she hadn't found the girl with the right attitude and the willingness to be her guinea pig. She lurked for two months and was running out of time before his trip. frustrated she decided to place an add of her own. She hoped this would pull out the one she was seeking from the shadows. Pull her out of her hiding spot and lure her in,into the playground of the new Mistress.

 

She had all but given up when she found the email waiting for her. It was a letter from a young submissive. She was in her twenties and had just moved to town. Although her only experience had been online,she hoped Kennedy would agree to meet her. The girls name was Scarlet. Scarlet went on to explain how she wanted to give herself to a Mistress for her pleasure in pain. Although she had no experience she had a desire to learn. Kennedy's hair on her arms was standing up while she read the letter. This was the one. This letter was written with such a pureness and sincerity, how could she not meet with her. Scarlet had attached a few photos to the email. Kennedy couldn't believe her luck. She was as beautiful as her writing.

 

The two had agreed to meet a few times before the session. They got along very well and seemed to enjoy each others company. Kennedy explained to scarlet what she wanted to do to her. She gave her instructions and a safe word. She reminded her that this was not only scarlets first real time experience,it was also hers. Scarlet thanked Kennedy for the opportunity and they agreed to meet the following weekend.

 

Before her Master left, He helped Kennedy set up for the session. He laid out all of His toys and gave her instructions on how to use them and what kind of pain they would deliver. He told her of the signs of pushing her young sub over the edge and reminded her to always give her aftercare. They finished setting up the bondage frame and he gave the chains a tug to make sure they were secure. Kennedy was craving hanging from them but pushed it from her mind.Tonight she was the Mistress..the one who lead the dance.

 

Scarlet arrived right on time. she knocked softly on the door and entered just as she had been told. Kennedy was waiting for her in the living room. She walked over to her and wrapped her arms around her and held her tight. She could feel scarlet trembling in her arms. Kennedy told her she needed to trust her and if it got to be too much they would stop. Scarlet relaxed her body in her arms and began to give her self  to her Mistress.

 

Kennedy instructed her sub to touch all the toys. She told her the names of the toys and what they were for. She was really starting to feel the power deep down inside her of the Domme. "Scarlet are you ready to get started"she asked with her deeper voice. "yes Ma'am"scarlet answered as she removed her clothes. Kennedy couldn't help but notice how incredible her sweet little subs body was. She would truly make for a beautiful canvas. She instructed her to kneel below the bondage frame and wait with her head lowered and eyes closed.Kennedy went to the closet and grabbed a leather bag. In it were the pink training collar and cuffs to match. Master had told her she could use his but she wanted brand new ones for a new journey.Placing them on scarlet she explained that these were special for her just as she was special to her. They would only be used on her in her training. She could see scarlets little smile even with her head lowered.

 

Kennedy instructed her to stand and she attached the pink cuffs to the chains. She pulled them extra tight so that she wouldn't be able to relax her arms at all. Kennedy caught a glimpse of her and scarlet in the mirror. She found  herself excited over her own powerful look. "i really do look like a Mistress in this cat woman look alike outfit" she laughed at herself for thinking this.She walked behind scarlet and grabbed her beautiful long black hair in her leather fist. Yanking her neck back with force. Scarlet gasped as Kennedy softly ran her lips over her neck. Scarlets nipples were already erect.She had the most magnificent breasts Kennedy had ever laid eyes on. Scarlets dark skin looked so inviting in the dim light.

 

Kennedy ran her hands over her perky breasts as she pushed her knee up between scarlets legs.Still kissing her neck she asks her "are you ready little girl" "yes Ma'am, scarlet moans. With that Kennedy releases her hair and crosses the room to find her first toy. The black flogger. She wonders if her sweet little sub will become aroused by it as much as she is. Softly she starts slapping her breasts with the flogger. The sweeping noise of the flogger is so incredibly erotic to Kennedy. She hit s with more and more force. Her little sub is moaning loudly now. "is this what you have been craving little slut?' she asks hitting her thighs now. Scarlet is unable to answer as she is caught up in the pleasure.

 

Kennedy grabs the cane from the pile and slides it in between scarlets legs. She gives a quick whack to her clit and scarlet cries out.She hits her again over and over again. She pulls away the cane and slides the leather finger inside of scarlets cunt.Kissing her pretty pout lips she rams her finger deep inside of her and feels her coming to a boil. "no no no sweetness"she says as she pulls out her finger."We have the whole night ahead of us and i am not sure you have earned it" Please Mistress, please let me cum"she whimpers. Kennedy is enjoying her pleads and decides she needs her to beg even more. Dropping to her knees Kennedy starts kissing her sexy belly and down her thighs. She feels the sweat beads on her cheeks as she sticks her tongue between her burning hot lips. Licking softly on the hardened clit the begging is becoming more intense.

 

Smiling to herself she stands and grabs the nipple clamps. She places them on her hardened nipples and gives the clamps  a strong pull. Scarlet screams from the pain. The look on her face was more then Kennedy had expected. Her little doe eyes staring back at her Mistress begging and pleading while her Mistress stole her innocence. She was going to take everything this little girl would give. Kennedy grabs the paddle and returns to her subs back. She smacks her ass hard almost lifting her small frame from the floor.Again she strikes her each time a little harder. The color that is developing on her lovely little ass becomes an addiction for the new Mistress. Over and over again and again. Scarlets is crying now. Kennedy drops the paddle and grabs her beautiful hair again. Whispers in her ear"are you still with me girl" "yes Mistress",she says in a broken voice.

 

Kennedy removes the gloves and grabs the silk scarf. Rubbing it over the hot flesh of her first encounter. Scarlets head hangs as she abandons any control she might have had left.Her Mistress walks around and holds her face in her hand and begins to kiss her passionately. Kennedy cannot believe how much she loved these tears..the tears of stolen innocence. They were hers now and she would enjoy every last one of them.Kissing her tears away from scarlets face,She begins to run her hands over her soft skin again. Kissing down her neck and taking each breast into her hand. Scarlet is moaning so loud that even Kennedy has a desire to cum.Sticking her fingers in her subs cunt and forcing her to lick them clean almost sent her over the edge.She decides it is time to reward her little whore. Kennedy reaches into the bag and pulls out the new vibrator she bought for this night. Kissing scarlet hard now,she put the vibrator on scarlets needy clit. Scarlet is wiggling and moaning while she gives herself to her Mistress. The fiery passion in their kisses were more then either one of them imagined. "cum for me little girl,give your mistress what she is craving" with that scarlet screamed out with pleasure. Her body quivering and thrashing around. Tears pouring down her face she thanks her Mistress.

 

Kennedy releases her sub from the restraints, removed her latex and  sat down in the chair. She instructs scarlet to crawl to her on her hands and knees. Her beauty was breathtaking,as she watched her try to crawl with tears still streaming down her face. Kennedy grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face in between her legs. She held her mouth directly on her clit. The softness of her mouth, the soft gentle licking of her tongue was more then Kennedy could take and she came wildly on her face and in her mouth. She pulled scarlet up into her arms and the two of them fall sleep in each others arms.

diaries of naughty..Missed Him terribly

It had been days since i was in Master's house. i missed Him terribly.Hurrying to His house to make it there before Him, i feel the familiar excitement rush over me. i am in need of His touch..His kisses...His voice.

 

Master calls me to find out where i am. i tell Him i am at His house waiting and explain i do not have the proper clothes if He is wanting to go out. He tells me it is ok as i should be naked and kneeling at the door when He arrives anyway. Smiling to myself i thought, yes Master i remember. Tugging on the ring on my collar i look for something to cook for Him. i ha been there to do anything for Him so i want to make it up to Him. Spaghetti sounds quick and easy....getting started on dinner i run through the house doing what i can for Him before He gets there. i haven't much time but i do the best i can.

 

Noodles boiling and sauce bubbling i hear what i think is the garage door. i sneak out the front door and open the garage door...shoot He is there but i don't think He sees me.Running back into the house and stripping my dress. Dropping to my knees by the door wearing only the collar, i lower my head and wait. Master is taking His time coming in and i am thinking god what about dinner..do i jump up and stir it or chance it.Funny how five minutes can put such pressure on me..burn His dinner and do as i am told...or take care of dinner and disappoint Him.Of course i do as i am told cussing myself for not stirring it before i checked.

 

There He is...i love to see Him walk through that door. my whole body settles into peace when i see Him and He says "there's my girl"i truly think my whole body smiles not just my lips...It is so good to be in His arms again.Cooking sauce while naked is a bit strange for me though...but i am happy to please Him.

 

After dinner we sit out on the patio while He tells me all that He has been up to while we were apart. Sitting there listening to Him i realize how much i missed Him in just a few days. The thought crosses my mind to tell Him how much i care for Him but i sit silent as always. i sit there listening to Him and growing more and more hungry for Him by the minute.

i ask Him for permission to get something done before bed..for the life of me i cannot remember because when He said get it done before i fuck you...my mind went blank and desire took over all of me. The way His voice sounded stunned me...it was so incredibly sexy....His voice is like foreplay for my soul.

 

Crawling in His bed my heart starts to race as always. i think to myself this rush will always be here..how lucky i am to experience it. As He slides inside of me it makes me gasp...oh my god how i have missed Him.The way His body feels on mine,Him inside of me...words cannot justify this feeling.He stares down into my eyes. Feels like He is taking my mind as well as body when He does this.i feel so close to Him...i am very aware in these moments that He has taken all of me...i am completely His. 

 

Master pulls me into His arms and holds me tightly. He cannot see me but i am smiling in the dark...again the words want out of my mouth...again i bite my lip.i feel like my chest is glowing in the dark...like my heart is lighting up the room..."Master" i whisper in the dark..."yes girl" He mumbles in His sleep...the coward in me tells Him..."i am so happy You own me....snuggling in tighter i tell Him in my mind and for now that will have to do..... 

the diaries of Naughty November 20,2011

Master tells me to be at His house around 4. This tells me He has something in mind...it is Sunday and He has to be back to work tomorrow so i am thinking it can't be play. i am on time and dressed to His approval to go out or stay in. Master doesn't approve of "everyone seeing my tits" so i dress to His taste. 

i join Him on the patio in the back. Master has that look in His eyes. i stare into them looking to see what is on His mind. i have seen this look each time He has felt sadistic. i smile nervously and look away...He asks me if i would like to go for a drive and i answer "sure Master"...thinking He must want to go to dinner and play the games. Master takes me to his favorite casino and sits me at a machine with my "good girl money" while He heads off to poker. it is always amusing to me when He says that.

Sitting beside Him in the truck with my hand tucked tightly in His seat belt, i wonder where we are going. This is a different direction then He normally takes. i don't ask because i am just happy to be with Him. It was a great week and i feel closer to Him then before. i am even starting to show Him my "cheeky" side. i enjoy His reaction to this side of me...but i am careful not to over do it.

He drives up to the leather shop. Sometime ago He told me one day we will go there and get you a collar . i looked at Him and smiled shyly when He opened my door.Master and i walked around looking at things. There were more floggers then i have ever seen. They were beautiful hanging there across the ceiling. All different sizes and collars. Everything in there seemed to call my name. There was a room in there that was set up like a dungeon. He had a good laugh when i didn't understand some of the things in there. He walked off across the store by Himself as i continued to stare into that room. He called out for me to come to Him. master was holding a pink leather collar. He slid it on my neck to make sure it fit.It was a perfect fit. Master took it up to the counter and i stood behind Him while He bought it. Now my mind i would think would be racing but i was very calm...

In the truck he slid it on my neck as i lowered my head. He told me it had been a long time since He did this. He told me "you better not fucking run off". Smiling in the dark i knew that i wouldn't. This was a very natural step for us. 

Master took me to the casino and i was wondering if i would be allowed to wear it in public. He seemed to expect it and this made me very excited. Never before had i worn a real collar. I had a necklace before that 3was the symbol of a collar..but never has my neck been decorated with a real leather collar. It is funny to me how i naturally kept putting my finger in the ring and tugging my own collar. Fantasies of a leash were dancing in my mind while He and i walked.i was so happy and content...i can't believe i am collared. This Master who has rarely collared any just slipped a pretty pink leather collar on my neck...

He and i spoke so easily during dinner about the lifestyle. i love how we are now..so comfortable together..everything is so easy.i love it when He orders for me...when he explains things or tells me stories over dinner. Looping my hand in His arm as He leads me through His casino. i enjoy these nights s much and now i have this memory to add to them.

Master and i had such a lovely evening out but it was getting late and it was time to go. It was interesting to me how no one seemed to notice the collar. He did tell me it blended with my skin nicely..and i am in Vegas so maybe this seemed normal to others. 

i think the best part about us is the no fuss..We do not live with strict protocol. We are relaxed with each other. He doesn't require much of me..just obedience and that i am always willing and grateful to be His.

November 20,2011 will be a night i always remember...thank You Master!