Rainy Days

I lay in bed and listen to the rhythm of the rain as it bounces off the windows, the distinct hush of the cars as they drive down the wet road. I shiver and pull the blankets up higher. The bed feels so empty, so cold. I miss your warmth pressing into my back, your arms wrapped around me, the feel of your breath on my neck.

Its a lazy Sunday, a perfect day to stay inside and be tied to a bedpost, a chair or anything for that matter. But you aren't here, I'm on my own today. Thoughts of what your hands could be doing to me make me shiver. I haven't been given permission to come so I try to push these thoughts away but they keep coming back.

The sting of your hand, the whistle of a crop of whip as it slices through the air right before it stings my flesh raising red welts across my body that will fade in a few hours. The heat of my flesh after a good spanking, the cold wetness of the ice cube that you run down my back making me arch and gasp. The ache that forms between my legs begging for your touch.

My nipples harden, begging to be pinched between your fingers, or feel the tight pressure of clamps as they are fastened in place. My body arches off the bed. I want you. I know I have to stop this train of thought, its taking me to places I am not allowed to go right now. It's times like this when I feel the tightness of the collar around my throat. The knowledge that my body is not my own. It belongs to you. I squeeze my legs together only making the need worse. I sigh and fling the covers back gasping at the cold air, knowing it is exactly what I need. I need to clear my head think of other things, I get up and stagger to the bathroom, hoping a shower will help push these thoughts away. But then I start thinking of your hands slick with soapy bubbles caressing me as the water cascades across my body and realize I better make that a cold shower.

Overwhelmed

I tilt my head back letting the water pour directly on my face and down my back. I run my hands through my wet hair. I was hoping the cold shower would help me calm down but it isn’t helping. I keep imagining Masters hands running over my naked body.

I reach for the soap and run soapy hands down my breasts, across my belly.I stop there knowing that if I move further south I will have a hard time controlling myself. My body is burning for Masters touch, his gaze, his attention. I stand back under the spray of the water rinsing myself off and try to redirect my mind to other things. I start making a list of all the things I need to do today, go to the dry cleaner, pick up something for dinner, fill up my gas tank…..beg and plead for Master to release my overwhelming desire. I sigh and shut off the water, knowing that no matter what I do it’s not going to help.

My nipples harden as I step out of the tub into the cool bathroom and reach for a towel. It’s been two weeks since I’ve been allowed to come. At first it wasn’t so difficult, I could distract myself with work, chores, immersing myself in one task or another to keep my mind at bay. But the more I know it’s not allowed the more I want it. The more I crave it. The ache between my legs grows fiercer by the day. I find myself squirming in my chair at work hoping that if I “accidentally” come that it won’t count as a betrayal, a blatant defiance to Master’s demands.

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I don’t know who I think I’m kidding, I couldn’t do that. I want to please Master. I need to please Master. I take great pride and pleasure in serving him. Sometimes it can be frustrating but in the end the pain and frustration are rewarded.

I wrap myself in a big fluffy pink robe and wander out to the bedroom to dress trying to think of other ways to distract myself. I stand before the closet trying to figure out what my day is going to be like so that I can figure out what to wear. My mind wanders and I stand there staring at nothing.

“Clothes don’t pick themselves” Master said from behind me.

I gave a little squeal and jumped. I had thought he left. I started to turn around but he grabbed my hair tightly and held me in place.

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes Sir.” I said

“Are you sure?” He asked “You were in the shower for a long time.” He pulled me back into his body holding me against him, his other hand untying the sash of my robe, his warm hand sliding over my breasts, his fingers rolling and teasing my nipples.

I whimpered sinking back into him. “I’m sure Master. It crossed my mind to disobey but I didn’t want to disappoint you Sir.”

“You would be disappointing yourself slave.” He said.

“Yes Sir, you’re right Sir.” I said softly, as I lost myself to the sensations his hand was creating in my already heated body.

His hand on my hair tightened as he pulled me upward so I was standing on tiptoe then he turned me and walked me over to the bed. He released me, half pushing, half throwing me so I was bent over the side of the bed. He raised the back of my robe exposing my ass to the cool air. The sting of his hand surprised me, I wasn’t anticipating a spanking and I jumped with surprise.

“Hold still slave” He said.

I tried to hold still as his hand came down hard again on my ass.I could feel the heat forming where his hand had struck me and tried hard not to wiggle. Master knows that spankings turn me on. There is something so naughty about spankings, being bent over, exposed and vulnerable. Every now and then his hand would strike me low his fingers slightly grazing my wetness. I had thought I was excited before but now I was so swollen it was almost painful, moisture was slowly running down my thighs and my breath was coming faster. If he continued I wasn’t sure what would happen. I had never come from being spanked before but then I had never been this aroused before.

Whimpering and groaning I buried my face in the bed. I was trying so hard to stay still but it was becoming more difficult. I was arching my back into his hand, wanting more, needing more. I was completely lost to the sensations.

I hadn’t realized he had stopped his assault until I felt him part my legs, and grab my hips as he impaled himself inside me. I screamed from the delicious sensations that went rippling through my body fogging my senses.

"I need to come Master” I gasped.

“Hold it slave.”

“I don’t know if I can, it’s too much, its been too long. Please Sir, please, I can’t hold back.” I begged.

Master grabbed my hair, “While your begging is nice, you will hold back.” He said harshly. “You are not a free woman, you are owned and you come when I tell you to come. Is that understood?” He asked as he continued to force himself in and out of me the sensations almost painful but I wanted more. I wanted him deeper, faster, harder.

Tears sliding down my cheeks I answered “Yes Master.” The sensations were becoming too intense I was losing my grip on reality and falling further into sensation. My body was betraying me overriding my will and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. As if he could sense my point of no return I heard in the distance “Now slave, come now.”

Time stood still as my body convulsed around him, shivers of ecstasy clouded my vision, the nerves in my body were so raw that every sensation seemed magnified tenfold. A simple touch left me whimpering and shaking uncontrollably. I was sobbing; my breath was coming in great big gasps. I felt completely raw and vulnerable, like a newborn experiencing the world outside the womb for the first time. It was too much.

I must have passed out or fallen asleep because when I became conscious again I was under the covers, my robe gone and Masters arms wrapped protectively around me. I reached up and touched his arm.

“Are you okay slave?” he asked.

“I think so Sir. I’m not sure what happened. I’m sorry I guess it was just too much, it overwhelmed me.”

“I think you need to be overwhelmed sometimes, being overwhelmed helps you. It forces you to be vulnerable, to face that fear. Your fear of losing control is held too tightly, you need loosen it and release the fear behind and surrender. I can expect surrender from you but I can’t force it from you. I will guide you, show you the path but you need to let go and you have to trust that I will be there to catch you if you need it.” He said.

The tears started running down my cheeks again as I thought about that for a while. He was right. It always amazes me that Master can get inside my head like that. I still have such a hard time with trust. I think that I trust but then when I really look at it I realize that deep down there is a fear that says that it’s an illusion. That to trust means getting hurt. I have always found it weird that Master seems to know what I needed before I do half the time, but I also feel very fortunate. I know I’m beginning to let go, that Masters patience and steady hand are guiding me down this dark scary path, I guess it’s now my job to pry my fingers off the safety line and truly let go and trust that he will be there to catch me if I stumble. I shivered and snuggled closer closing my eyes and sinking into the security of his arms, thinking I’ll get right on tha, tomorrow, my fingers were too raw from the rope being yanked out of my hands today. Maybe they will be too sore to grip it tomorrow.

Fantasy (Part 2 or 2)

I unbuttoned Masters pants and took his cock in my mouth. He kept a tight grip on my hair, as he pushed himself deeply into my mouth. I could feel myself start to gag. “Relax and hold it there slave.” He said.

I did as I was told breathing deeply through my nose and letting my mind go, relaxing into the sensation of having Master deep in my throat.

“Good, you need to learn that, its part of your training isn’t it?” He said.

“Mmhmm.” I replied.

“Good, more tongue slave. Yes, like that. You have 5 minutes to make me come.”

“Mmm” I mumbled as I sucked and licked him, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. With his hand on the back of my head he pumped himself in and out of my mouth. I sucked and ran my lips up and down the shaft.

“Yes that’s it slave, you’re such a good little slut aren’t you?”

I moaned softly and flicked and rolled my tongue around the head of his cock, and back down his length all while gliding my lips up and down.

“You’re enjoying that aren’t you? You like having Masters cock in your mouth. Do you do this for all of your clients?” He asked.

“MmMm” I said.

“No I guess you don’t, but you do it for me don’t you?”

“MmmHmm” I said.

I felt him thicken in my mouth, and his rhythm picked up. Soon I knew I would feel his warm come filling my mouth nourishing me. I felt him tense, his grip tightened in my hair holding my head still as he pumped a few more times into my mouth. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and his come, warm and salty sliding down my throat. I knew I had to be gentle now and backed off as he slowed down. He pulled out of my mouth and looked down at me putting his hand beneath my chin and running his thumb across my lips.

“Good girl. I want you to know I locked the door and told the secretary we had a meeting so no one would disturb us. I would never jeopardize your position. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir, thank you Sir. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“It’s okay slave. You’re probably pretty wet right now aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I’m sure you would like to come wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes Sir.” I said.

“You’re going to have to wait though. You’ve had a lot of treats lately, I think you can wait. Now straighten yourself up and fix your hair we wouldn’t want to give your staff something to talk about now would we?”

I groaned disappointed but did as I was told. “No Sir we wouldn’t” I attempted to tame my unruly curly hair, opting to just put it up instead, since his hair pulling had seriously knotted the back. When I was straightened up he walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the nose, “I’ll see you at home slave.”

“Yes Sir.” I mumbled looking down, feeling sorry for myself, I was so aroused and was desperate to come..

He walked to the door and as his hand touched the doorknob he turned and looked at me again, “Oh and slave?”

“Yes Sir?” I asked looking up at him.

“When you get home I’m going to have you.” And with that he unlocked the door and walked out.

I smiled and slumped back in my chair with a groan, pressing my legs together. His words made it worse, but he knew that it also didn’t help that I had to go through the rest of the day with no panties. I put my head in my hands and leaned my elbows on the desk. I definitely wasn’t going to get any more work done today.

Masters Rules

I've been amazed at the differences in the rules that each slave has to follow. It really shows the different types of Masters out there. I tried to come up with a list of my rules, I'm sure I missed some, a lot of them come so natural at this point I may have overlooked them when trying to create the list. I apologize for any that are missing.

Orgasm Control

1. Ask permission before I can come, unless otherwise told.
2. If given a token for an orgasm report to Master when it was used and what I fantasized about.
3. Thank Master after I am allowed to come.

Use of Language

1. No cursing particularly use of the F word unless I am repeating back to him what he has told me to say.
   
2. Always refer to him as Master when he is inside me, in other situations I have the choice of calling him Sir.
3. Always use Sir or Master in the subject line of any e-mail that I send to Master.
4. Use words that Master finds appealing (e.g. say panties instead of underwear, pussy instead of the V-word)
5. When writing or speaking about our relationship make sure it's clear that Master does not ask for anything, he commands or tells me what to do. There is no question it is an order to be obeyed.
6. Be respectful when speaking to Master
7. I can ask for what I want in a respectful manner but it is up to Master whether or not he grants my request.
   

How to Keep Masters Property

1. Keep my toenails painted
   
2. Keep legs and underarms smooth, my pussy neatly trimmed, waxed or shaved (Many Master's prefer their slaves bare but since this was such an issue for me he negotiated this point...I struggle too much with the idea of looking like a prepubescent little girl- it just wigs me out)
   
3. In whatever task I am performing try to keep my body arched or in some flattering feminine pose.
4. Make sure my toes are always pointed when he is using me.

Misc Rules

1. Never touch Masters cock without permission.
2. Complete all assignments within the given time frame.
3. I am only allowed to play with pre-approved female playmates on my own.
   
4. Report to Master any sexual activity between his slave and her playmates
   
5. Obey all orders and remember my place.
6. Never remove my own collar, this is for Master to put on and remove at his discretion.

Learning to Share (part 3 of 3)

I sank to my knees his hand still entwined in my hair leading me to the floor. “Turn and face me.” He said releasing my head.

I turned my body toward him and looked up at him.

“I want my cock sucked.” He said and stood before me.

I grinned and kept my eyes locked with his as I reached up and slid my hand over his noticeable hardness and unbuttoned his pants. I reached in and freed his cock from its restraint, as he helped push his pants down and out of the way.

“Open your mouth and take just the tip” he said.

Hungrily I leaned in and took the tip of him between my lips, running my tongue around him.. I wanted so badly to slide him deep in my throat; to feel him practically choking me.

“You want more of it don’t you?” He asked.

“Mmhmm” I murmured.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to give it all to you quite yet. I think we need to push your limits a bit more.”

I looked up at him and I’m sure he could see the worry in my eyes. I don’t know why I was so nervous about this but I was. He pulled out of my mouth and backed up just out of my reach.

“Q” he said “Come kneel closely behind my slave.”

“Yes, Sir” she replied and moved up behind me.

She knelt behind me straddling my legs, her breasts pressing into my back her pussy pressed against my ass. I shivered from the feel of her skin against mine; it was scary and erotic at the same time. She ran her hands up and down my sides giving me goose bumps.

“She’s never been with a woman before, you will break her, teach her how to serve along side you.” He said

“Yes Sir, with pleasure.”

“Get her ready, I’m going to come down her throat in 10 minutes, and I want her to come at the same time or I will punish you both. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” Q replied.

She grabbed my hair tightly and pulled my head back. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down my neck, nibbling on my ear. I shivered. Her other hand traced my side and up and over my breast pinching my nipple hard. I cried out and tried to jerk my head forward but she held it fast. Her hand continued to tease and roll my nipple. I moaned and leaned into her hand. She rubbed her body against mine as she slowly moved her hand down my belly, then down my thigh, raking her fingernails along the inside of my thigh I jerked torn between wanting her to touch me and afraid. My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest and then I felt her fingers slide through my wetness expertly part my lips and slide inside me. I moaned and pushed against her. She removed her fingers and grabbed my hand bringing it to her pussy.

I resisted at first but she held tight and moved my fingers around her clit and slowly pushed my fingers inside her. She was wet, warm and soft, she felt really good. I soon found that I like the sensation of her body pressed to mine, my fingers buried deep in her pussy, and I wanted hers in mine. When she knew I wouldn’t pull my hand away she let go of my hand and slid her fingers back inside me.

“You’re going to suck Master’s cock now” she whispered in my ear, “and you better do a good job or we will both be punished, do you understand?”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Good now open your mouth.” She said

He walked over and stood in front of me while Q released some of the tension on my hair guiding my head to his cock. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to receive his gift, my tongue reaching out to taste him. I took him deep in my mouth my tongue playing along the tip and shaft as he slid in and out of my mouth. I used my other hand to wrap around him sliding it up and down in time with his thrusts in my mouth.

I moaned wonderful sensations flooding my body. I loved the feel of him in my mouth, the hardness, the way he responded to my tongue. I also loved the feel Q’s breasts pushing into my back, her soft warmth and wetness, her body tightening and releasing around my fingers. I tried so hard to focus on what I was doing but it was difficult. Q’s fingers were buried deep in my pussy keeping time with Master’s cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. She was doing things with her hand that were creating sensations inside me I had never felt before. My hips started moving in time with her fingers, I was getting so close. The pressure building inside me was getting to be too much I knew I was going to come soon.

“I hope she is ready to come for me Q” he said

“Oh I think she is ready for you Sir, just tell me when.” Q said softly

I looked up at him his cock feeling thicker in my mouth. One look in his eyes and I was almost undone but he must have seen something in my face and reached out and slapped my face, lightly “Not quite yet slave, hold back.” He said distracting me a little as he rammed his cock even further down my throat, making me gag. He eased up just a bit and I quickly regained the rhythm.

“I want you to come with her, Q. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” She moaned.

“Get ready Q.” he said

Her fingers found a new motion and I felt myself starting to falter. My chest was heaving, my nipples hardened. I felt her body tightening hard around my fingers which continued to slide in and out of her pussy. I attempted to mimic her motions but I felt very clumsy.

“Now” he said and I felt him jerk in my mouth, tasted his come at the same time I felt the orgasm hit my body, I mentally screamed and moaned my mouth so full. Q’s grip on my hair tightened and she pushed herself down onto my fingers harder and ground her breasts into my back. She screamed and bucked making it even harder for me to focus.

I was having a hard time swallowing I could barely control the convulsing of my body, but somewhere in my head I knew Master would be upset if so much as a drop escaped my lips. I tried desperately to block out the other sensations wracking my body so I could focus on pleasing him. I had mixed emotions when he pulled out of my mouth, I was struggling to breathe and swallow at the same time but I also loved the feel of him in my mouth.

I found my body turning to liquid as he released me and I leaned back into Q. I had removed my hand from inside her and was slowly caressing her leg, my fingers still damp with her come. I still couldn’t catch my breath and surprisingly the sensations in my body hadn’t ceased in fact they were once again building.

“You’re a good slave.” Master said as he ran his hand down my face. “Not even one drop spilled.” He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “You do love to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir” I said

Freedom

Excerpt from another story.....

I’d never come so many times so close together. I was amazed at how little I knew about my own body. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I sank into the sensation, giving in to the pleasure.

“Open your eyes.” He said, “I want you looking at me when you come. I want you to know who is allowing you to feel this way.”

I slowly opened my eyes, and looked at him my eyes glazed with pleasure, I could barely think, barely breathe all I could do was feel. It was a struggle to keep them open; the sensations racing through my body were too much.

“That’s right keep looking at me. I can tell you want to come again. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes I’m ready, please Sir, I want to come, let me come, please, please.” I begged over and over, the pressure building to its climax.

“Alright, you can come on the count of 3. One….” My body started to shake, “Two…” It was all I could do to keep my eyes locked with his, my body was arching up off the bed, my arms and legs pulling tightly at the ropes, “Three…” My body shattered, light exploded in my head as pleasure ripped through my body. It had never been this intense before. I couldn’t breath, my body shook, and the feelings were overwhelming. I felt tears welling in the corners of my eyes. I didn’t understand why, but the emotions and sensations swirling in my body were too much.

He stared down at me, watching me. “Now it’s my turn.” he said as he thrust into me hard. I felt his cock swell and twitch as he came deep within me. Causing my body to arch, shiver and come once again.

When his body slowed, he shifted his weight to one side, keeping himself inside me and reached out and loosened the rope holding my right arm, he repeated this on the other side. I put my hands over my face, ashamed, embarrassed. He gently moved my hands away and reached out to smooth my hair back from my face, wiping the tears that ran down my cheeks. “Its all right,” he said, “you are free now, that’s what you are feeling. You finally know what it is to be free; to just feel, and not worry about whom you are, what you are doing or what you need to do tomorrow.”

With his words my tears came faster. He slowly pulled out and started moving off of me, but I grabbed for his arms. I didn’t understand these feelings I had inside me. I was scared and I felt even more vulnerable now than I did when I was tied to the bed and he was watching me. I didn’t want him to leave. “I’m just untying your legs.” He said as he moved away from me and unbound my legs. My arms and legs ached. I could tell I would be sore tomorrow. I wondered if I would have bruises on my wrists and ankles and how I would explain them. As soon as I was free I turned on my side and curled in a ball, sobs making my body shake.

He crawled back up and wrapped his arms around me. “Letting go is one of the hardest things anyone can do.” He whispered to me, and then he bent and kissed the back of my head. We lay there like that for a while, my sobs finally slowed and I felt myself relax into the warmth of his body wrapped protectively around me. “You’re mine now, you don’t have to worry about anything.” He said. He moved his hand to my breast and cupped it possessively. I felt a jolt of pleasure at his words, but I was so tired and as I drifted to sleep, his hand on my breast, his body around mine, I thought “freedom” how funny to find it with a collar around my neck, tied to a bed.

Orgasm Control

There seems be a lot of chatter lately about orgasm control/denial lately. It seems there must be something in the air because I've read a ton of blogs talking about it. Some slaves have free reign to come as they please others have to ask for permission and may or may not receive it. I fall somewhere in between but closer to the second category.

Master controls most of my orgasms whether I'm with him or not. I have a female playmate that Master has agreed to share me with and as long as I tell him about it afterward I won't be punished. This is the only exception to the rule regarding my orgasms and this doesn't happen that often.

I try not to be greedy and Master will often give me several tokens to use at my discretion - of course this usually rattles me and amuses him because then there are too many decisions to make like when will I use them? What if I use them all too fast? Will I then be left to suffer for a long time? I could always ask/beg for more but I often find that very difficult to do. Whenever I have to ask I feel like such a greedy little slut and often I feel guilty and ashamed for asking for more. But I guess that's the point.

Master rarely denies me, often its more of a delay than a denial, but now I find I'm denying myself. I only see Master on weekends (our schedules and distance don't often allow more than this) and he usually prefers to keep me a little deprived before I serve, it keeps me focused and eager, not that I need much prompting for that since I get wet when I hear his voice. But here is the thing, I've been having trouble sleeping and last night Master suggested I make myself come to help me relax. His hope was that it would will help me sleep. What did I do? I thanked him and couldn't bring myself to use it. Oh I thought about it. May have even started the process but I just couldn't follow through I knew if I did I would be disappointed in myself for not waiting and keeping myself a little frustrated.

I still can't believe it but I know that I just can't do it. If Master told me to do it, instead of suggesting it then I know I would do it and be okay with it. But to come just so I can relax I think would make me feel like I was letting him down by not being able to do without. Of course an overly tired slave is not going to be much fun either but I'm sure I can find other ways to fall asleep. Well at least I hope I can.

Serving Master

This is part of an assignment I was given to describe to someone what it's like to be a slave, it's been edited slightly from the original.

I’m surprised that you are asking what it’s like to spend time serving Master. I know you find the whole Master/slave thing strange and feel that I’ve set the women’s movement back 100 years but it’s really not like you imagine. Being in Master’s service is not abusive or cruel, I feel taken care of, cherished. It allows me to leave all the pressures and chaos of life behind and focus on one thing, pleasure. When I please Master in return I also receive pleasure, not just physically, although that’s a big part of it, but also mentally.

Is it kinky? Sometimes, but it’s also totally liberating. I know I’m a professional woman and people would be shocked if they found out I don’t consider myself a free woman, that my body belongs to another of which I am reminded daily. I find myself thinking about what he would like as I’m getting dressed, picking out panties, or finding shoes.

I maintain my body in certain ways not because I choose to, but because I’m told to it’s what Master demands. I am not allowed to touch myself or pleasure myself without asking first. My body belongs to him. I am not allowed to come without permission and even when I ask it doesn’t mean I will be allowed. There is something to be said for holding back your orgasm, when you are finally allowed to come it is usually that much more intense and fulfilling. At the moment you might not feel that way as you beg and pant the sensations sending shivers through your body but if you concentrate hard enough you can usually pull it back and that’s what its all about, control. His will over mine. At this point I can practically come on command. Oh I can’t just be sitting here and come but with even the slightest stimulation when I hear Master’s voice telling me to get ready I get aroused and when he tells me to come that burst of pleasure is so sweet.

When Master first grabs my hair or touches me it’s as if he flips a switch and my body remembers what to do, how to relax. His orders to kneel or strip aren’t requests they are statements and I know my job is to obey and in return I will receive great rewards.

I love when he holds me from behind, one hand wrapped in my hair the other roaming over my body, sometimes teasing, sometimes demanding and rough and other times just gently caressing as he whispers in my ear exactly what he is going to do to me. Telling me how he is going to take me and use every part of my body, it sends shivers down my spine, my back starts to arch and I am filled with desire. I often find it hard to concentrate on what is going on at that point I am so lost in sensation but a sharp slap or pinch quickly brings me back to the present.

Usually I am told to undress while he remains clothed. This always brings up feelings of insecurity and nervous excitement, his gaze drinking in my body as I stand there for his entertainment. I know you find it hard to believe that there is excitement in standing undressed in front of someone who is fully clothed or bending over exposing yourself to his inspection but it’s true. It’s like lightening shooting through your body. His gaze penetrates making it hard to stand still, you want to cover up but you also feel so free and wanton. It can be difficult at first but soon you realize that his gaze is not one of judgment but of appreciation and admiration and then your mind catches up with your body and you remember what he whispered in your ear about how he is going to use your body and your knees feel weak and you know it’s only a matter of time before he fulfills those intentions.

That’s not enough? You want to know more?

Masters hands roam wherever they want across my body, taking possession of what is his; reminding me that my body is no longer my own but a possession to be taken and played with at his whim. I have no say in where Master’s hands go or what they do; I surrendered that right when I agreed to this. It may technically be my body but I surrendered it to him a long time ago, now it belongs to him and he plays it like an instrument. He is the musician who knows just the right hand and finger placement to make it hum and sing. And sing it does, in a mixture of moans, and whimpers as he takes me, possesses me, owns me.

I see you squirming, could it be that you are beginning to understand the lure of this relationship, the pleasure in surrender?

What does it mean to surrender? There are many different ways to surrender, sometimes you just make the decision that it’s easier to surrender, other times you need to struggle before you can let go. Does that involved being tied up? Sometimes Master ties me up, or use some type of collar or cuff restraints when he isn’t physically subduing me with his hands but the surrender I’m talking about is more mental than physical.

I see your face and I know it makes you cringe to think about being tied up but step back from your prejudice and imagine it. You were beginning to understand it a moment ago. You seemed intrigued; your eyes became glassy and were starting to show interest. Now they’ve clouded over again, like a curtain coming down and closing off the possibility. Haven’t you ever been held down, restrained in any way while someone kisses you or makes love to you? It’s all about letting go to experience the sensations.

You don’t have to be tied up to experience this release but it makes it all the more exciting if you are. If you truly can’t move there is a hint of fear mixed in with the pleasure, you are totally at Master’s mercy and there really isn’t anything you can do but give in to either the excitement or the fear. I like being tied up, I love watching as Master ties the rope around my ankles or wrists bending me and binding me. I feel the same about cuffs and collars. Collars give me a sense of ownership, I know that when I am wearing Master’s collar I am in his service. Some might feel it’s demeaning. I look at it another way, does your pet have a collar? Of course he does. Why does he have a collar? Because you care for him and it shows that you own him, this is no different. It’s a symbol of ownership, of being someone’s property and hopefully your Master takes good care of what is his.

You realize every Master is different right?

No two are ever really the same. Some are just pretenders who like to play little role playing games, others are sadistic bastards are really in it more for the pain and humiliation of others, these people are just cruel. They don’t care about their slaves they don’t realize that the better you take care of your property the longer it lasts and the more pleasure you receive from it. Then there are the true Masters, the people who live it not just as pure fantasy, its part of their character, they are innately dominant, they are strict yet not cruel and this personality translates beyond the bedroom into every part of their lives.

But back to your questions, does Master spank me? Of course, with his hands, with a flogger or a cane, and with a crop, it depends on his mood. Spankings have taken on a whole new meaning, they seem naughty and erotic now and the sting of Master’s discipline sends little ripples of pleasure through my body. Does it hurt? It depends on what he is using but yes it usually it stings, sometimes it hurts more than others but I always found getting spanked a bit of a turn on and the more you combine it with pleasure the more erotic it becomes.

I could be on my knees with my mouth full while he crops my ass and know that after my ass is good and red he is going to drive himself deep into it while he plays with me making me cry out, the sensations almost too much to bear. And when he makes me come so hard I will feel tears coming to my eyes from the overwhelming emotion. My body will shake with release yet still I want more, not wanting it to end.

Your body starts to need to be spanked, you crave it and it gets to the point where an innocent friendly slap on the ass from a friend might trigger you to bite your lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, your reactions are so fine tuned to this treatment. His hand print on my ass is just another mark of his ownership. It is a reminder of who I belong to.

What do I find the most exciting? That would have to be when Master takes me and fills every part of me. It makes me wet to think about it. To feel so full, so taken is incredible, and when he comes down my throat or on my body marking me, I feel fulfilled. It’s hard to describe the feeling any better than this because there really are no words that give it justice. It’s so hard to concentrate when he does this to me, to ignore the feelings tearing through my body and concentrate on pleasing him. Which brings me full circle back to what I said before, it’s about control. His will over mine and mine is sadly lacking when he takes me this fully. My legs shake; I can’t help but move I am just untamed energy seeking release. If ever there is a release of control it is in this moment. I am so in control in so many other aspects of my life but when he possesses me by filling me in every way I can be filled, I am completely at his will. My place has never been clearer and the fact that I am his possessions is without doubt or struggle.

I’ve revealed all I can, all that I’m willing, take what you want from what I’ve told you, and experience it or not. I know my place is on my knees by Masters side, I hope you find your place and its as fulfilling as mine.