Bouncing!!!!

As I have said previously, our meeting was wonderful.

I was left glowing.

Having submitted to Him, and been used as He wanted, the following day I was positively bouncing.
Work hassles didn't worry me, I was oblivious to the mundane moanings of the world around me.
This fabulous feeling was all I needed, and, coupled with the news that I was to be collared, nothing could spoil my joy.

Why then did the next morning find me desolate, lost and feeling completely drained.
What had happened, where had my "joy, joy" feelings gone?

Research, and chatting with a few other, much more experienced slaves told me.

"Darling, you have "dropped""

OH!!! What the F**K???

Further chatting led me to discover that although I had "played" before I had never got to the point where it became part of me.

As one slave "friend" put it - "You ain't fully submitted until you have properly dropped"

When I questioned that statement, she told me that for her - subdrop was similar to a hangover, the better the party- the worse the hangover!!!

I think I get what she means, but for me, I think I will just take it as another indicator of how far I have come.
I am experiencing things I have never felt before.
And I have been told to expect more.

The first of those will be my collaring, just the thought of it makes my tummy flip.

As He has told me it will be so special. And will mean so much.

I will be owned, collared, His.

oh Wow.

I just have to be patient!!! And wait for our next meeting!!!!

Patient - what's that!!!!!

Pure bliss.....

We met as arranged and had the most perfect time.


And I am feeling wonderful today.


I was spanked, thrashed and caned - And as each blow landed I sank deeper and deeper into pure bliss.


I wanted every lash, I craved every stroke.


My wrists were shackled, and when He closed the cuffs onto my wrists, He told me they symbolized my enslavement to Him, the binding of me to Him.

His ownership of me.

Over and over He told me I was His, His possession.


And over and over He called me His slave, driving that fact deep into my psyche.


And as He did so a feeling of calm closed round me.


As the lashs landed on my flesh, all I felt was a sense of peace.


The pain was soothing, cleansing, purifying my very being, until all that was left was submission, obedience, devotion, and trust.


All that was left was Me.


His slave.


And now a slave about to be collared.

Pure bliss.

An enslaved mind

We are due to meet tomorrow, and I can't wait.

Something has happened to me over recent days. Changes in my mind set.
It is difficult to explain, but I am beginning to think like a slave.
My thought patterns centre on being His slave, on serving Him, and pleasing Him.

My previous Master never called me His slave, I was never collared by Him, I was never owned.
Now I am. He tells me so. I am His slave, His property.

And I feel that this is how I am meant to be.

Tomorrow is going to be a very special day. I am already preparing and being prepared.

As I become more and more enslaved, I am becoming more and more free.

Free to be how I am meant to be.

A Slave.

Changes!!!!

Master has begun shaping his ne slave into how He wants her..

My hair has been cut and coloured, I am now much blonder, and my hair is much neater!!!!

I love it!!!!

My previous Master had ordered me NEVER to have my hair cut, He wanted me to cultivate a ponytail.

So after two hours in the Hairdresser's chair, a new sleeker blonder slave emerged!!!

And Master liked it!!!

My name has been changed too, I have a new slave name.

It is how He addresses me all the time, It is now my user name on various websites and forums that I use, including the one we met on, and it is how I will be known from now on.

Silverslut - pleased to meet you!!!

Master has made arrangements for us to meet next week.

He has already issued some instructions, and has told me to prepare for the "next step" (whatever that may be??)

I know I am excited, and delighted that We are meeting again.

And I also know that virtually all traces of my previous Master are gone, I am His now!!

Absolutely, completely, totally.

And I love it!!

Seconds out round 2

We met again at the same hotel.

This time, as Master and slave.

Instructions followed to the letter.

Another perfect evening.

New instructions issued. Things for me to work on.

But now can honestly say all doubt, reservation, apprehension is gone.

I am happy.

I am still nervous, of what He will ask me to do next, of what the future holds, and of what will happen should I fail Him in anyway.

But none the less. Happy.

And so looking forward to what comes next.

Please release Me!!!

I had given Him my consent, I wanted him to claim me as His own, but I was still owned by another.

And so I was given the wretched task of writing to my Master, and asking Him to release me.

He was lovely, He knew it was coming, and He was happy for me.

He wants me to give Him "progress reports" and has said He will always be there should I need Him.

Oh and He was happy with my new choice, because He was a fellow golfer!!!!

Gee thanks!!!

A meeting of Minds

We agreed to meet in a local bar, we had arranged to meet at 2pm, I arrived at 1.40pm, and He was already waiting.

That was a good sign I felt.

I was so nervous, I felt physically sick. I was still doubting my need to have a new Master.

We had talked, and talked, and talked.

But there was still something - not sure what it was, loyalty to my previous Master I guess.

Anyway, He had ordered me a drink, a glass of wine, He watched me have a drink the night before, on the web cam. It was waiting, another good sign.

We chatted for a while, and He was lovely!!!!

I felt comfortable, safe, and I genuinely liked Him.

We had agreed that if I was happy, we would move onto a local hotel. He had booked a room.

We left the bar after about 45 minutes.

As we waited for the lift He stroked my shoulder and my arm, He was lovely, and He had the most beautiful voice.

I have always been attrached by accents, and a soft Irish brogue is a killer - another good sign.

We entered the hotel room, and I followed the instructions He had given me the day before.

Then followed a perfect afternoon of exploration and discovery.

Of testing and investigating.

Of pain and pleasure.

Of giving and taking.

Of dominance and submission.

He had me, I knew then!!!

Lock me up and throw away the key!!!

His completely.

All I needed was to know He wanted me.

We had agreed that we would talk the following morning.

and we did.

He offered me what I wanted, what my previous master couldn't.

and I offered Him what He wanted.

Me - absolutely, completely, entirely.

Totally.

His.

In the beginning..........

I was happy or I thought I was!!

I was in a Master/submissive relationship with a very lovely Man, but our relationship was mostly on-line with very infrequent meetings. He lived 300 miles away from me, and had His own family 150 miles further on from here.

It was too difficult, He said.

So He instructed me to find someone closer.

I didn't want too, I didn't need too, I was OK the way I was.

None of these arguements made any impression on His thinking.

I did, in His words deserve more.

And so, like a "good sub" I did as I was told.

It didn't take long, with in a day or two I had 70 replies to a profile on a dating site.

And so, I began to sift through the e-mails.

One stood out - I had added a tag line to my profile - "a woman's submission, the greatest gift a man can receive" - and the e-mailer had responded to it.

I suddenly had the feeling that I might have found someone. We continued with the e-mails.

And then something began to spook me, He was very aloof, very serious, very stern.

I was a little scared, and my original positivity was shaken.

He was too dreconian, too intense, it seemed He took himself too seriously.

He sensed I was unsettled, and asked me why. I told Him, and He accepted my reasonings, but did His best that He really was a nice guy.

And so with those reasurrances I agreed to meet Him...........