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.