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!

Diaries of Naughty..Master danced with me

Last night Master danced with me...it was beautiful and exciting and emotional....

Arriving at His house at 4:59...such a brat! He told me be there before five and He had a surprise for me and that we would play. All day long my nerves were twisting on this surprise...i kept trying to calm them but couldn't. He is a sadist  and i am like a virgin to most things dark...i am so glad He is my first with everything we do and with any luck and work and patience He will be my only...

Master had that bondage contraption in the living room. It looks like something you might hang an engine off of. Two long boards on each end with these things at the top that remind me of nipple clamps..lol He told me the name but i see them that way. They bite into the board that connects them. He wraps the sexy chain around the board and there is where the restraints are connected.

It has been awhile since we have been able to play and i am over the top excited..scared but excited. My fear doesn't come from a lack of trust..nor does it come from thinking He might hurt me in a bad way...It comes from insecurity in me...How many have hung there before me...would i give Him the same pleasure that they have? The fear comes from a lack of faith in myself to feed His need. i am not jealous of the others rather amazed that i am there now...how did i come about being able to earn His time...i am still amazed by this.

Master is so perfect at this...His attention to detail..He dims the lights and some how there is always the sexiest music playing at just the right volume. Shivers are running down me as i stand there naked with my wrists in the air. He asks me if i would like a blind fold and i tell Him yes Master...later He told me this surprised Him. i love the blind fold...the reason is i want to feel Him. i need to feel His powerful presence around me. i do not want my eyes fading any detail or any sensation. my everything follows Him around the room when i cannot see Him...feels like my very soul is sticking its hands out of me and reaching out to cling to the One that owns me.

And so the dance begins....tonight is different then the others. i have let go of trying to control myself to not make a noise and i just relax and enjoy what He is doing. i love the way that flogger feels so much i wish He could beat me all night with it. it almost feels like a massage. i must say that single tail is wicked. i tell Master its mean..He says in such a flirty voice...do you think i am being mean to you girl "oh no Master"

There was such a playfulness this time.,.,i remember pouting from some of the pain...almost baby talking..you know that real gi way of talking..lol When Master put those clothes pins on me i was laughing and cussing from the pain of them.He asked me if i would like them off..silly slut answers yes Master...now i am sure you can guess how a sadistic Master might remove the clothes pins...of course...He slapped them off. omg those little bastards hurt.

There were so many things of the night that will be with me forever. The sound of Him digging in His bag would build the excitement,wondering what he was getting. How wicked it was when He made me hold the chain from the nipple clamps in my mouth. The feel of Him rubbing His hands over my skin after He had whipped me with one of the toys. The way it felt to be restrained in that way and Him pushed up behind me so that i could lay my head back on His shoulders.i loved this position more then words can express.The way His voice sounded in my ears..like silk across my body. i love His voice speaking softly to me when we are in a session. Him asking "are you o girl" and me begging for more in my mind...i love Him to take me this way...i feel so in tune with Him when we are this way...

Each time Master allows me to feel the pleasure of His pain..of His dance, i become more and more aroused by it. The hit of the straps on my needy cunt is mind blowing...the slaps on my thighs is electric...i am more alive then i have ever been in my life. Master has scooped me up and taken me to places i have always dreamed of...fantasies i have played in my head for more years then i can count...all the naughty little things i have masturbated to over the years are now my reality instead of dreams.

i have been so controlled in everything i do around Him. i sit at His feet silently in front of Him but i am always telling Him things in my mind...i am very careful to pay attention to things he tells me and lock them into memory..the details of how he wants things done.i am so controlled that i forget to love "us" together...i forget to enjoy it and appreciate all that He has shared with me...this control is consuming me.When i realized i was doing it and what it was doing, i decided to let go...really let go. The reason for my fear and my control is i am so afraid He will not want the wild child i can be. When He told me to earn His time i listened very carefully. It would rip my heart out if He didn't want the "cheeky girl" i am. 

When Master found me i was broken from the past, torn to shreds inside. The pain from the past was unbearable..don't know how i survived it.He told me i was hard to read. i wanted to explain to Him that i control my emotions because they were part of the reasons i was thrown away. Love runs deeply through my veins...i will not allow myself to become to needy. The thought of never being allowed to walk through His house and snuggle His pillows or smell His scent on His shirts would kill me.i love to run my hands over everything he touches when i am there....even his coffee pot makes me smile because i picture Him with His messy hair and slightly open robe in the morning pouring a cup of coffee...it makes e smile to crank the music in His room while he is gone because He keeps the house so quiet...makes me giggle to think of the look on His face if He heard it. So i always kept myself very controlled.

i feel safe with Him now. i feel safe in the thought He wants me there..that He will not so easily throw me away like yesterdays paper. When He would become irritated with me that fear was so overwhelming..i would sit and get myself ready for the worst...Him to tell me i no longer want you here girl...He doesn't do that though..He tells me why this upset Him and i learn from it. He always asks me back...

So that night when i went to His house i decided i would let go of the control and enjoy His dance...i has so much fun with Him. How funny is that statement i had fun getting my ass kicked...lol It felt as if our bond had grown that night.i really do enjoy His time very much.i am so honored to be there.

When Master held me after on the couch and let me cry in His arms..i wanted to tell Him so much that i..i kept telling Him over and over in my head but the words would not escape my lips. Instead i just gripped His shirt in my hand and cried. Trying to get as close to Him as i could.Master snuggled me and put the blanket on me and i felt like a little girl in His safe arms and again i had a need to tell Him.i could have stayed there forever...i wanted so badly to lay naked in His arms in His bed while the waves were crashing but i didn't know how to ask for this.i couldn't get my body close enough to Him...

Master and i smoked in the garage before i left...it was dark and the door was open...i couldn't stop kissing Him before i left because of fighting the words...never had a Man looked so incredibly sexy to me as He did at that moment. It was really hard for me to leave because i needed so feel His arms around me all night but it is the reality  of things. i came home and fell into such a deep sleep...today has brought more tears off and on but the waves are crashing less now...

i look forward to the next time Master wants to dance....

diaries of Naughty...garage sales

4:55 am,searching under my pillow for my cell phone to see what time it is.

oh thank god i woke before the alarm..its Saturday and He is expecting me. No one on the road which is good because as usual i haven't had coffee i just ran out the door.

 

Master is in His room. Walking back to His room for a good morning kiss,i see the Santa decoration on the table. How cute it was when He brought it up to me in the store and said He was buying it because it reminded Him of me...naturally it says ho ho ho on it. i laughed so hard and now it makes me smile remembering it.

 

There He is with a smile on His face,in His robe with His hair messy. i love it when He looks like this.Makes me want to walk up and scruff His head..but i do know better as i am dropping to my knees. He gives me some kisses and i snuggle up. He tells me to make us breakfast before we go...remembering when this use to scare the crap out of me. Now i am relaxed heading for the kitchen again laughing at the Santa. How perfect of a day...not one of the eggs broke.yay!

 

Master is pleased with His breakfast and reminds me of why i should be eating as well. He cant see me but i am smiling while doing the dishes..i know He is right but his coffee is so damn strong i couldn't possibly eat..He heads off for the shower as i make His bed and gather the laundry. i listen to make sure He is in there before carrying it into the laundry room. Just as i open the washer i remember WAIT, DO NOT START THE WASHER...omg what an airhead. Last fet times i have done the laundry i have waited until he got in the shower to start the machine. Apparently His water in the shower is hooked in with the washer. Soooo as i wash in cold and it pulls water i am actually frying His ass in the shower. As you might have guessed He does NOT appreciate this. i was still laughing at myself when i told Him...He didn't find it as funny as i did.

 

So off we go for our usual sat morning outing. i am excited today. i found an advertisement for a garage sale put on by a Master. There is a bondage chair and i want to see it badly. We stop at a few before that one. There was a chair there that He explained you put by your front door. Omg this chair was cool. It reminded me of a throne with handles on each side on the top. i am sure they are to hang coats or something but i was thinking about my wrists being tied. i snuggled up to Him and whispered ohh i love that chair. i told Him how it looked like so much fun and He was thinking the same thing. He has changed my way of looking at simple things at garage sales...especially beds. If there are no posts on bed frames i wont even give them a second glance.

 

He was interested in some things but the lady was being kinda bitchy. i would cringe at her attitude and watch from the distance. He simply walked away...we were back in His truck and as always i tucked my hand in between Him and His seat belt. Never have i done this with anyone but for some reason it feels like i am suppose to. He tells me here is some music for you girl...it was Janus Joplin. This music was so sexy. It was making me want to pull over right there. i was watching Him while this music was effecting me like this. i wonder to myself does He lick His lips like that on purpose...because it drives me crazy with desire. god even the way He smokes sometimes..i think are You aware that is turning me on?

 

So there we are driving down the road with the sexiest music i have heard in a long time with Him licking His lips...as we arrive. We pull up and there is some things in the yard. i am thinking where is the good stuff,we must have missed it. After the people helped load up what He bought,Master says ok wheres the toys. The  way He said it made me worse off.The man started walking towards what i thought was a shed.It turns out it was a private dungeon. Holy shit,this place was so cool. Being in there with Him made the hair stand up on my arms and neck. Watching master talk to the man while i ran my hands down the chains on that swinging chair...i wanted to play so badly. Master was killing me...i couldnt even speak. There was a flogger on a box. i picked it up and ran my hands down the strands and i was purring.my sense seemed so in tune. Listening to Him talk and the way He held Himself. i was so proud to be His..if only we could play.i would have given anything for that man to leave and have Master chain me in that chair and beat me...but it was time to leave and i had to get a grip on myself.

What started out a normal day had made me soo hungry for His control..for His dominance....for His....

the diaries of Naughty...random thoughts

It's been awhile so i thought i would write. Slumber party is over and i am back home. It was interesting to see how easy it was to fall into place living together. How odd is that for two people to not have any awkwardness about sharing that much time together.

It wasn't perfect though. i did manage to upset Him. i had a date for dinner with Him and due to other things i was late. It had been a very long time since i felt the disappointment of a Master. i must say i do not miss it. The difference this time was there was no laying alone wondering what would happen. As i lay on His floor too nervous to sit on His furniture or lay on His bed, i swear i could hear my heart beating.

The look on His face when He found me brought tears to my eyes. Not because i thought i would be beat..because that would have been a reward. It was because i knew He was very unhappy with me at that moment. He sat down on His couch as usual and explained to me why He felt the way He did.  Guilt was dripping off me like syrup on the side of ice cream.i couldn't handle even looking at Him. God if only i could run for the door and leave behind that horrible feeling.i seriously had this thought run through my head.

Instead Master asked me where i was sleeping. lol Now what i wanted to do was sleep in the other room He calls my room. Far from Him and the terrible feelings of disappointment. i knew though if i choose this way it would make things worse then need be. i knew facing what He and i were feeling was truly the only way to handle this. i took a deep breath and told Him where ever He wanted. He asked me where i wanted to and of course i swallowed it and said with You Master.It was the right choice and i felt better snuggled in even through the silence.

He did forgive me for the mistake and things went fine. In the mornings i would wake up and run get His coffee while He played on His computer. i loved to lay out His socks and His under ware for Him on His bed. At nights i would lay back His covers and get His pills. Rubbing His feet while we watched His favorite shows.He would wrap His arms around me and hold me most of the night. Love to hear Him breathing in my ear.It truly was like we had always been together.

Except for the fact that there are some things He doesn't know about me. Such as i have been told i am quite cheeky..cheeky what a funny way to describe what i call just being me. i have always been a bit of a smart ass..ok a real big smart ass. i control this side of me and He wasn't even aware it existed. i

It got me thinking one day..i wonder if He knows how different i can be. Many have told me i am very complex. Again i am just me. However i am a very controlled me when in His presence. It's not me being fake,it's me being the slave He needs..and this i can be very comfortable...

So does He really need all the details? Does He need to know that everything pink makes me happy, especially pink fuzzy things like slippers or jammies. That i love hello kitty things and i always have. That the moon and the rain are my favorite things in life...that the one thing i miss the most about home was laying in my big bed staring at the moon and the stars. Does it matter that music can set my mood easily...certain music makes me feel very sexy or sad or content and peaceful.That i could spend hours painting wooden Christmas ornaments even though i am not very good at it. Does it matter that the best naps i have ever taken have been naked in a big quilt in the afternoon. That my own shadow makes me scream out loud sometimes because my mind is always working and it startles me.That i am actually very shy but i hide it behind humor or my flirty nature.That i absolutely love all things with polka dots and the smell of new plastic shower curtains. i have actually walked down isles of them smelling them. That a bonus is a plastic clear beach bag with polka dots....That i love to be told bed time stories and made to feel like a little girl but have no interest in the daddy/girl dynamic.That swimming naked in the moon light is as close to heaven as it gets. That being covered in mud while riding three wheelers is one of my favorite things in life.That i like to think He knows absolutely every answer to every question in my head because it makes me feel safe....

Would having all these details about me make it easier to control me or keep me in my place....maybe or maybe not. His voice and His touch keep me right there and i suppose that is all that matters...

diary of Naughty...slumber party

It's 6 pm and this time tomorrow i will be at His house. It will be O/our first sleep over. Imagine that a slumber party with your Master. i will be staying with Him for a little over a week this first time. i must admit i am a bit nervous.

Today on my slave-do-list...was packing for His house. i of course put this off not knowing what to take...looking around i think what will i need for a week...going through my closet was a task in itself. You know how when you are going on vacation packing your clothes is always hard. Do i look good in this or that...will i look sexy if i go out where this...will i need tampons..extra saddles,,perfume? Well going through ones closet thinking will He approve of this or that is a lot harder. my choice of clothes in the past are ..well..lets put it this way..slutty! Everything i own shows my cleavage and i do mean everything. This of course is not on the list of His way of dressing me. He is more reserved and classy...sighs...so needless to say there is not much to pack. i have started collecting clothes of His liking but it is a slow process.

So on the bed goes my dresses and different tops and pants..an assortment of bras and thongs (only allowed to wear them one week a month) jam pants and some big t-shirts.Hoping this will be enough, i pick up the pile and take it to the truck. i did remember that i am a weird one and have a favorite bath towel..the long beach one i bought in Hawaii...i also have a new favorite coffee cup with Eeyore on it..love Winnie the pooh :) so i remember to get these things in the bag.

Putting all my things in His house this afternoon was such a weird feeling...thinking back at my past i can't believe i am actually doing this.i will be living with Master..panic stricken for a moment i sit down to take it all in...wonder how different it will be when i do not have to leave.,..what if i get on His nerves and He puts me in the dark room in the garage. What if i snore all night and He gags me..if i kick Him, He will bind me..holy hell i hope i sleep quiet and still.

So tomorrow is the big day...as excited as i am, i am equally nervous...wishing myself luck..i head for the shower....

Diary pages of Naughty..yes i tried to kill Him again

i tried to kill Him again...yes i cooked for Him again.:(  Cooking for Him makes me so nervous but now i am accepting that if i do He will end up sick...

 

8:00 am i am rushing across town to meet the plumbers and let them in His house. Master bought a new fridge and He needs the water hooked up. How sweet was it that He thought of me and told me now i can have ice water all the time..

 

i call Him to let Him know it has been fixed. He is very happy and as usual He  lets me know He is pleased. i had decided i wanted to do something for Him to show Him how happy i am...what should i do,hmmmm...ah yes i should cook for Him again. Last time i cooked His sugars were over the charts..what are the odds they would be again,i think to myself. i'll just be careful...

 

He can hear the beeping in the background and asks about the noise. i inform Him i am cooking dinner for Him and He can just heat it up when He gets home. He is very pleased. As i am making the meatballs i think now how can i step this up...really show Him that i do love to do things extra for Him...

 

i decided to make things a little more fancy for home. i know in the hall closet are place mats..how lovely they even have hearts on them. Smiling to myself how silly it is to get excited over hearts i set His place. The place mat with the hearts, black linen napkin (folded like a fan),and the firk and knife tucked in on the napkin and held together with the pretty hand blown napkin ring i found at the consignment store. i step back to make sure it is all perfect..ohhh i almost forgot to set the coaster just perfect for His drink...it looks perfect. Smiling to myself i head back to the kitchen to check on the meal of poison :(

 

In His drawer i find a muffin mix...thinking well it would be too many carbs for one meal but He can have these in the morning for breakfast. i wonder what are the odds He has a muffin pan, heading out to the garage where He keeps the overflow from the kitchen...score there is one. Now i am feeling so excited which wow finding a muffin pan does this for me...washing it i think what are the odds there are muffin papers in a Master's house...omg can't believe my eyes. There are the cutest muffin papers with hearts on them. yay! surely if He sees the hearts He will know i care..this is how my silly mind works.

 

So dropping the meatballs and noodles into the sauce i decide that i want the muffins to look like they would on a farm. Off i go for the hunt..so far i have been 2 for 2 so maybe i can find some pretty paper or a cloth. ohhh i remember the bag of linens in the closet of the room Master calls my room. Digging through the bag i find the prettiest cloth napkin. Navy blue with little flowers on it., Holy hell i love this house...it is a gold mine of little things to cover every detail. After all the details are important when you are trying to go above the normal service. i was right the muffins look so cute.

 

i do my usual walk through the house..yes the glass door has no smudges and is locked. The deck table clean and ashray dumped. The remotes all in a line perfectly...not a wrinkle in His comforter..slippers facing out so they can easily be slipped on....chair pushed in at the desk and papers turned slightly sideways....the little ends tucked in the toilet paper like at the hotels...towels hanging perfect..ahh yes place setting looks great...coffee is made and on the timer...dinner looks pretty in that serving dish ( glad i remembered to wipe the sides of it with the paper towel just like on tv) and kitchen table mats all over lapping just perfect.Shit, i run through the house one more time doing the mental check....shutting the door behind me and locking it , i am happy with my day.

 

Driving back across town i think how i wish reality would not get in the way..how i would love to not have anything else to do but special little things for Him. He is such a wonderful Master and so genereous with me..that would be lovely if life would allow me to treat Him like a king everyday from the moment He woke to the moment He fell asleep at night.

Paying attention to details i think is very important when in service..it shows you have taken the time to actually think about what would please this Master...as They do when setting a scene..i just wish i had the ability to do this everyday all day...Reminding myself to be grateful for what i am allowed to do and not wish for something else...

 

Well bless His heart He loves His dinner and the way the house looks. He praises me for my efforts and i feel all warm and snuggly inside...By the time i reach His house to spend our evening time together He is not feeling well.i have done it again..,.i tell Him that maybe i should stop trying to cook for Him because now this is the second time i have made Him sick. He tells me again how good it was but it is not sitting well. i am not feeling good either so i try to convince myself that it is not my cooking but rather a flu..yes that's it..must be a flu. He dismisses me early to face the night of discomfort.

 

Now the reality is W/we do not have the flu..nice try on my part though. i most likely am getting ready to start and of course that means that damn enema is hanging over my head..i have tried wishing my period away but oh hell no..it comes anyway. Now Master on the other hand is a great Man that eats my cooking regardless of the fact He faces a night of hell when He does...

 

So, note to self, stop fucking cooking and do what your best at...pleasuring His cock! Leave the cooking to the ladies on tv and simply remain on your knees so that you are of some use...lmfao what a week....

 

 

The diary pages of Naughty..... online vs realtime

Panicked i pull my phone out from under my pillow. Damn it is 5:38 and He will be getting up soon. Cursing myself for waking up late i run to the bathroom..trying to put my make up on my puffy eyes...scramble to fix my ponytail,grabbing my shoes i run and i do mean run out the door.

It's Sunday morning and no one is on the road.."yes" i think to myself watching the clock through my half open eyes. Maybe He wont be awake. i laugh at  myself for that thought. Every street light i am begging "turn green" and watching the clock. My eyes are tearing from the make up as they always do when i put it on before i am even awake. i didn't have time for coffee but will enjoy a cup with Master when i get there.

Remembering His instructions last night to not call but come in and if he was asleep crawl into bed...opening the door slowly i see i am too late...

Kitchen light is on and He has already drank a cup of coffee..how funny it is to me that a quick glance tells me how long he has been up. "in here girl" i hear coming from His bedroom. i set my stuff on the table and slip off my shoes just like always.,..pissed at myself that i slept to long,i head to His room.

Dropping to my knees and laying my head on His knee...i feel the familiar peace come over me...i look at Him and smile and he tells me i look tired. W/we casually chat about our night after i left. Master tells me to get naked and slip under the covers and sleep for a bit. i thought i am such a lucky girl to have a Master like this...i explain to Him that i do not wish to waste the time sleeping and i head to the kitchen to fill His cup and get one for myself.

Master has company coming over today. He shows me how to make His delicious ribs...i wonder if He knows how sexy i think He is when He is teaching me things....i love the way His voice sounds with every instruction. i have such a hard time paying attention because i am lost in thoughts of how much i care for Him...i don't think He notices because i smile alot .:)

He sits on the couch and visits with me while i fuss about the house.i want things to look perfect for Him when his company arrives. While cleaning the kitchen Master comes in for a hug and some stolen kisses...He instructs me to drop  to my knees. Smiling i do as i am told. how sexy to be in the kitchen and on my knees. Master takes it away from me and i laugh at how He teases me.

Outside sitting at His table, He sits staring at me. i try to look into His eyes but He is so still it makes me nervous and i look away. "what are You thinking about" i ask Him giggling and he smiles softly and says "nothing".He decides that W/we are going to go lay down for awhile.  i follow Him to His room and crawl up on His bed. Master lays down and slides His arms around me,..there are no lights on. The room is soft and snug and dimly lit from the daylight peaking through from the living room. Master drifts off to sleep and i lay there with my heart pounding. i wasn't expecting to have this reaction to a simple nap.In fact my whole body was reacting to Him. How could i possibly sleep with this over powering closesness and the fire burning between my legs...listening to His breathing and feeling His arms hold me tight was hypnotic...Master rolls to His side and i tuck myself in His arms even closer. His heavy breathing quiets and He says "mine" and pulls me in tighter...

That is what i am, i thought to myself...If He is saying it in His sleep...i am His without any doubt in His mind....i lay there thinking back to when i was in an online. i think to myself this is the difference between  online and realtime.

In online the relationship is so intense. Everything is high energy and high drama. There was a time when i would become so enraged with real time slaves that would discredit online relationships like they were nothing. i would think to myself that they were snobs..that i was a real slave too. Truth of the matter is...i was a real time slave but of the sexual nature. Now there is nothing wrong with this but for this diary page i am going to talk about how i see it.

When being owned by an online Dom,you have many tasks to complete..most of the time it has a sexual twist to it. Asking for permission to masterbate,use the bathroom, go out with friends or have sex with someone in realtime. Usually you are not permitted to speak with other Doms for fear they lure you away from what little bit of control they have.Of course there is the usuall bed times and texting when waking and before sleep. All an illusion to being controlled. The intensity level is high because all you have are words. It becomes so addicting. you are now not alone..he is waiting for you at the computer every night. The illusion becomes stronger because you tell Him things you would never tell anyone...the screen allows you these freedoms. He walks you through orgasims and you find yourself cumming on live cam...unbelievable that you were able to do this for Him..how free you feel...such a good girl for breaking down the walls of shyness for His pleasure. How easily He dismisses you because you are miles apart...simply text or email that you were a disappointment and you are now released....how will you take your life back...make decissions on your own..he has controlled everything for so long...by walking away from the addiction.The same as you do when you stop watching a tv show you are hooked on...just walk away...just like they do so many times.

In realtime this intensity doesnt rule the relationship. There is a sweet level of peace and reality. You can feel your Masters hands on your face...hear Him breathing in your ear. The look in His eyes tells you everything you need to know.There is no more need for mindless tasks because if he wants to play with you for His entertainment....you are right there in front of Him...He can choose the panties that you wear and take His own picture <smiles> He doesnt need proof of your obediance because He is there to see it and either reward or punish. He can instruct you how to touch yourself for His pleasure or He can simply bind you and touch you Himself...

In real time there is more then just the sexual nature of ownership...when online you cannot fold His clothes. You cannot bend down and kiss His pillow so that He is sleeping on your kisses everynight. Reality is there to mess up little plans sometimes because life is messy...there are levels to being a slave i never understood when i was online. i would easily take offence of what others said...

Now i understand it..i finally get it...after all, if i was still online i would have never heard my Master's voice in my hear calling me "mine" and i wouldn't have traded that for nothing.

the diary of Naughty..mind,body and soul

i walk in the house and set my keys on the table. Sliding my shoes off and taking in the familiar sounds and smells. Silently i walk down the hall and start my usual search with my eyes. i see Him there on the couch with the TV being the only light. i smile slightly to show Him i am happy to be there. "hello Master" is all i manage to say as i drop to my knees and lay my head on His stomach.

Tears swell in my eyes , i have had such a stressful week. i need to release all of this emotion. i do not do it with words as i don't want to weigh Him down with the negativity. There is no reason to disturb "O/our" place with the details. i know i am where i belong and it starts to heal my disturbed heart and mind.

He allows me this time because He knows i need it. He softly pets my hair and my tension begins to fade. He says nothing but just sits and waits for me composure. This time is priceless to me...there is no place like "O/our" place. i am not talking about His living room in His house...i am referring to the place where W/we meet together in the bond.

The place where only He and i exist...where the comfort of each other is the only thing that matters...where words have no significance....Where He takes my stress from me and returns comfort. Comfort in knowing i am His and all the rest is just details. The simplicity of this is all i need. The simple thought that i belong to Him is the cure for everything that disturbs me.

His energy is low and my emotions are high but together there is a place that He and i meet in the middle and everything is calm.This is when i understand that everything i am belongs to Him now.

Through out all the writing on this lifestyle you will hear a submissive say that they have given their Doms their minds,their bodies, and their souls. Often times i see this as an over used statement..one that has been beat to death just as people throw around the words " i love you". Do they understand what they are really saying...what is truly expected of them..the payment for the journey into the sweet darkness....

Thinking about this heavily today..i have given Master..my body first. When W/we first came together i willingly gave Him my body...not just in sex but in service to Him. i do my chores at His house and i enjoy them. i give to Him my body for His pleasure and i experience things that stay with me always. He uses this body to play out His sadistic side and he enjoys bringing pain to the skin on His property... Without laying down specific rules of dress...i am changing the way i dress His property to meet His tastes....These are all examples of giving to Him my body.The body is the most obvious to give and the easiest.

i have given Him my mind...He is in my thoughts almost 24 hours a day. When i say almost it is because i choose honesty over words. There are times when i am not thinking of Him..when i am merely lost in a movie or what i am doing. These moments do not last long before He is knocking at the door in my mind and i am reminded of where i belong. i find myself running two programs most of the time in my head..the one that runs in the back ground replaying things i have been taught by Him..running instructions on things i am to do for the day...making mental lists of things that displease Him..things that He has enjoyed or approved of. These mental lists are always being proof read my me and re written...the are a constant work in progress and this is why this program is rarely shut off. it even runs in my sleep. The other being what i am doing in the present time...i function quite well with both running at the same time. it makes me laugh sometimes to think "of only people could see what is going on in my mind"

He rules my mind...His words come to me when making decissions....i flash to my memory of His likes when making decissions. He is always a part of what i decide. The decissions i make are always in the interest of pleasing Him. my mind is His playground and i give it to Him willingly.

Finally i give to Him my heart..i choose to say heart instead of soul but as you can plainly read He owns that as well...i give to Him my heart and i do so without choice..He has taken it without warning. i knew this part last night without a doubt...when i see Him and i crumble inside from the walls of stress...when i kneel at His feet and become safe in the feelings of being smaller....when His gentle kiss makes me almost physically see all the chaos disappear in my mind...He has taken my heart. He gives me butterflies and tingling...Thinking of Him brings a glowing smile to my face..romance is always on my mind. When i have disappointed Him it hurts deeply. It shreds my very being to hear it in His voice....and when i lay my head on His stomach or in His lap i am at peace. When He is inside me i feel like we cant get close enough..i want to be totally engulfed by Him..

The exchange between U/us is a perfect balance. His Dominance vs my submission....His taking and my giving...His control and my surrender....i am His..He is not mine...i am His property.

The diary pages of Naughty...who am i?

who am i, she thinks as she looks in the mirror at her bruises. Am i really a masochist? Have i always been one? Do i only hunger for the pain so that i feed His desires? Do i actually enjoy the shock and sting when He strikes me? Am i actually sitting here wishing He was hitting me right now?

 

Remembering back to the first time i heard the term masochist. i thought how absurd that anyone would enjoy feeling pain. i remember thinking that women like that must have something wrong with them. The last thing i would ever want was a man to hit me and if he did , i would never stay around no matter what. i remember how i would tell this to many...

 

The saying "sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me" would always ignite a fire in me. I still did not believe i was one of them...i was just a bit kinky,or so i thought. But still why would that excite me if i wasn't into pain?

 

The first slap i ever received across my face should have been the first clue for me. i loved it and i still do....but i still didn't see it. Just thought well i m a bit on the wild side. It is perfectly normal to love your ass slapped hard while in the doggie position, right?

 

my fantasies of being bound and beat where just that..fantasies...i would never crave pain or smile when being struck..after all i am not a pain slut. i am not that strong.

 

The first session i had with Him and He whipped me, i was proud i made it through it. i couldn't believe i could...i went home and studied my body,His masterpiece of the scene...the marks brought me right back to the bed where i lay chained and beaten. The thrill would make my skin glow...and yet i still didn't see it.

 

He surprised me with another session just recently and i can't explain the excitement of seeing the toy bag out. i was actually sitting there in the cuffs awaiting His hit. When He would tease me with slightly running the cane across my thighs i was secretly begging Him in my mind to hit me. The strike of the cane made my body come alive. The first real strike is always the sweetest...i remember when it was over i was thinking please hit me some more even though i most likely couldn't have handled it.

 

It wasn't until he said you are more of a masochist then you thought, had it even occurred to me i was one. Now as i sit here writing this diary page it makes me smile to think, am i a masochist? The only logical answer is yes...i am His masochist.

Master's kiss

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Master's kiss

Journal Entry | 10 days ago

i cannot get this off my mind so i will do as i usually do and empty my mind through writing...
i remember the first kiss when W/we just met. He told me to come kiss Him on His bike. i was so scared but i do as i am told. It was the beginning.
i have always loved to kiss. i love to taste the mouth of my lover. It stirs so much inside of me. The kiss can make or break the next step. It will always tell you where the chemistry is or at what level.
i am usually very aggressive when kissing. Now looking at it it is almost a form of who has the control. It never crossed my mind that i am submissive with everything sexual except kissing...how strange to realize this. Who would ever think about letting go when kissing..letting go of the control. One has to lead and one has to follow as with all things. One controls the intensity of the kiss,whether it be a gentle slow fire burning kiss or an explosive hard physical one. One decides whether its a simple peck on the lips or and open mouth exploration.
How strange it is to me to think of kissing in this light...it has never crossed my mind until His kiss.This occured to me one night when He was laying on top of me kissing me and i was trying to kiss Him with as much passion as i could.
Master grabbed my face in His hand and held His lips just above mine...this was the moment i let go.i felt my body relax and become limp in His control. What happened next was a melting of my heart.The way He kissed me was unlike any kiss i have ever had. He would slightly kiss my top lip and bottom lip. Hovering right above my needy mouth,He would suck the air from my mouth. Run His tongue under my top lip and then slowly kiss me with that delicious mouth.
The way He kisses me feels like He is making love to my mouth with His...is this even possible to do? The feeling of mystery when He is holding my face...my mind is bonding to Him ever more with every breath He takes from me. i lay in His arms like a rag doll and feel tears swelling,nipples becoming errect,and moisture flowing between my thighs...all from His kiss...
Master's kiss is so erotic i lay there thinking please take more of me...please have all of me....His kiss is so intense that i cannot find the words to truly describe the effects it has on me...
Even trying to write it now i am overwhelmed with the feelings i have when He is kissing me...when He is sucking the air from me it feels so magical like He is sucking my soul right from my body into His...when He hovers His lips above mine..it makes me feel like He is showing me who is in control...
i wish i had the words to make it possible to feel what i am feeling when Master kisses me....

Master's toy box

Master's toy box! :)

Journal Entry | 2 Comments | 30 days ago

i have no idea how or why i am so lucky that Master has allowed me to be a part of His life...
Master and i shared a wonderful evening in the kitchen...it was such a pleasure to be His little helper. He taught me how to make a smoothie and shared His secret ingredient to His delicious beans...
Sitting there on the chair,wearing His football jersey of His favorite team, i chopped things He needed. The conversation was so easy..it was like W/we had known each other always.
Master disappeared and i continued to work while wondering where He had gone. Sipping on the smoothie He made for me and listening to the soft music playing in the back ground, i couldn't stop smiling. What a slice of heaven...
Master told me to go to His room and remove His shirt...i set down His knife and headed for His room. My eyes dropped to His bag on the floor and all the things laying outside of it. As i set His shirt down i seen the cuffs and chains on the bed.
Master had me sit on the bed as He started to cuff my feet. While He held each foot in His hand, tightening the cuffs, i felt like a little girl getting her shoes put on...i wont ever forget that feeling. Holding out my wrists for Him, thoughts were in my head on how i would do. Would i fill His needs enough?
i pushed these thoughts out of my mind and decided i would give my body to Him...no matter what. i belonged to Him and i trusted Him...all the rest would fall into place. i couldn't help but think about how much i adored Him for wanting to take me to this place in service i had never ventured. He was my guide to an intensity i had never known....
Feeling the chains tighten on my wrists and ankles, being spread eagle on my belly i realized just how much i trust this Man...my Master...with everything that i am. How incredible to be so vulnerable with someone.
i closed my eyes and prepared for His use. Master taught me about inhaling pain and exhaling pleasure that night. The pain would come in like the waves in the ocean coming up on the sand further and further...while the pleasure will slowly go back out again....leaving everything in its path wet and shimmering.
At one point i thought i might weaken and the pain would get to be to much. i reminded myself i am His slave and how He was bringing me to the darker side of my fantasies and how incredibly arousing that was. i needed to be all that i could be for Him...With my eyes closed and these thoughts running in my mind, the gates opened.
The tears came...these tears were not from pain. They came from all the sensations He had given me.They came from the bond between us that was now even stronger. From the deepest part of my soul...where only Master has ever been. They were tears for the passion that has been locked inside of me for so long waiting for the Master with the key. They were tears of relief...that He had come for me and was there to set me free. Free from the control over my life...free from hiding my fantasies and desires....free to give myself to the One that is now my everything. The One that has given me a place of comfort and a place to be who i am without fear of judgement.
As i lay in Master's arms, i wanted to tell Him so much. i couldn't speak...The tears kept flowing and i felt so many emotions i doubt i could explain them all. i have never felt so safe as i did that night in His arms.
i am Master's slave and because of Him all things are possible.....

my favorite time of the day

my favorite time of the day...

Journal Entry | 5 Comments | 26 days ago

Everyday i wake up around 4 am. My first thoughts are of Him. i excitedly jump out of bed and head for the bathroom to make myself presentable. i rush to brush my teeth and hair. Watching the clock, i picture His bedroom and Him snuggled in His bed. i hurry out the door and jump in the truck rushing across town with the work traffic.
Rolling the windows down to feel the warm breeze, reaching over and turning up the music. My thoughts are only of Him. Singing loudly with the music i drive in a trance. My mind has beaten me to the house and is already with Him.
Reaching for the controller to His gate my heart has begun to race. As always i text Him to make sure He knows i am there.Taking my shoes off in the kitchen and walking quietly to His room. "hello girl" is always His first words. The way His voice sounds makes me purr like a kitten....i am where i should be.
The first kiss and touch make me feel more alive then i have ever felt. The affection he shows me is more then i have ever dreamt of. Master and i share conversation over O/our morning coffee...its so quiet at His house. So peaceful. Just the two of us and nothing else matters.
Kneeling at His feet and His hand on my face, i can;t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else. i always want to tell Him so much about how i am feeling but the emotions are so powerful i just smile and rub His feet. i look deep into His eyes and hope that He can see exactly what i am feeling.
Sometimes W/we just sit there looking into each others eyes and other times i snuggle into His chest and He holds me and i know that i will always be safe there.
Sometimes i have such an over powering need to tell Him i could spend the rest of my life just like this...that spending this time with Him has made me happier then i have ever been. That His voice, his touch, His affection is the most amazing things in my life. That just the thought of Him makes tears swell in my eyes when W/we are apart because i adore Him so very much and i am so thankful He is here.
i love to do little things around His house when he is in the shower and i am thankful He has made me comfortable enough to be able to do them.
When i walk Him to the truck and kiss Him goodbye and wish Him a happy day, it makes me more content then words can express.
i finish up and close the door and leave smiling, excited about tomorrow morning. This is my favorite time of day and nothing on earth would make me want to trade it for anything.
Thank You Master for allowing me to be a part of Your morning

Master's hands

Master's hands

Journal Entry | 1 Comment | about 1 month ago

i love His hands of power...they have the ability to make me feel so many emotions. i have never been so effected by anyones hands before.
When He holds my hand in His, looking down at me..deep in my eyes i feel like such a little girl.
When He holds my throat and sqeezes....making me feel completely at His mercy.
When He makes a fist and i lean forward and lean my cheek against it to show Him how much i trust HIm.
When i lay my head on His lap and He runs His big fingers through my hair....i am so relaxed.
When He stands above me and cups my face in the palm of His hand...i feel so cared for...it is such a loving touch.
When i am in trouble and bend over His lap and He spanks me...i feel so ashamed for disappointing Him.
When i open His hand and kiss the palm...showing Him how sorry i am and pleading for forgivness.
When he tweaks my nipples and brings pain and then pleasure...it send shivers up and down my spine.
When He makes my body dance by inserting His fingers inside of me....i know that this body is His to explore....
When i look in the mirror and see His hand prints on me...it makes me so happy!
God, how i love Master's hands

Do you remember....

Do you remember how you felt the first time you spoke on the computer?


Do you remember how His voice effected you the first time you called Him?
Was His voice full of strength and power? Was it soothing and seductive?


Do you remember how you felt the first time you went to meet Him? Was the power there in His first glance? Did he take control over your thoughts with His first glance or smile?


Do you remember if you were second guessing yourself after you went home alone? Was the chemistry really that intense or something i just imagined?


Do you remember what it felt like the first time He called you "girl,slut,pet...."
Did it make your heart sing to hear this name slide of His lips like a satin sheet falling to the floor.....


Do you remember the fear and excitement when He took you to His house for the first time? Asking yourself if you can hold your ground and not play so soon?


Do you remember how special you felt when He showed you all His special things that He treasured His whole life? When He explained all the pictures and trinkets that were neatly set out?


Do you remember your heart beating in your chest like that of a rabbit in a snare the first time He let you explore "Master's toy box"? Where you scared of all His tools? Did you know what they all were? Had you ever seen so many?


Do you remember thinking in your mind, as He spoke with such ease, that you cant imagine wanting to be anywhere else but right there with Him?


Do you remember how soft and inviting His lips were the first time he kissed you? The tenderness of His hand when He held your face?


Do you remember looking into His eyes and admitting to Him how strong your desire was to feel Him inside you? Pleading with Him to take you? Where you shocked that these desires where now not thoughts in your head but lustful pleads to the Master that now held your mind?


Do you remember the beads of sweat trickling down your back as you stood before Him and removed your clothes? Where you comfortable in your own skin? Where you scared He would not want what He seen? Did the passion and desire block out your own hidden insecurities?


Do you remember crawling to His bedroom naked on your hands and knees behind Him? Do you remember your hands trembling when He instructed you to undress Him?


Do you remember how light headed you where when He patted the bed and invited you to join Him? Where you nevervous about how to please Him? Did you question your skill to perform?


Do you remember how all the fear melted away when the Master took you in His arms and touched you with His velvet hands? How your body would rise up to meet His every touch like a dance between the souls?


Do you remember how it felt to have His cock in your mouth for the first time? The hunger of your mouth to please Him?


Do you remember begging Him to get inside you because you needed to get as close to Him as you could? The way it felt when He first entered you?


Do you remember fighting back the tears when He had taken you to levels you have never known? How you looked so tender into His eyes and thanked Him for finding you? How you felt safe in His arms as He held you while you gained composure again?


Do you remember the extreme high you were on and how you couldn't sleep because you were back in His arms in your mind?


Do you remember the excitement you felt to start the journey with the Master you had always been searching for? Where all the pain and suffering you had been through fades away?


Remembering that when one door closes another one opens.......


Do you remember?