Punishment

We met again last night, only for the first time, I was to be punished.

I had failed in one of my daily tasks. No excuses. I knew I had done it.

And as I knelt before Him, with Him recounting my failing, I felt crushed.

Desolate, wretched.

And when He asked me what punishment I deserved, I began to sink.

Sink deeper and deeper into my submission.

Feeling it spread over me, envelope me. Own me.

To the point where I was completely lost in it.

My only thoughts were of Master, and how I had failed him.

He asked me again what punishment I deserved, and I heard my voice crack
as I tried to answer Him.

And then when I was face down, and He had His cane in His hand, and was asking me
how many strokes I deserved, I began to float.

And as each of the 12 hard, focusing strokes landed on my flesh, I knew I was home.

Eyes pricked with tears, buttocks stripped and bruising, knees tender and aching.

But completely at peace.

Body, mind and soul owned by Him.

As I need it to be.

Marked Slave

On Monday I was marked according to Master's instructions.

My nipples have been pierced with silver rings and pink swarvorski crystals.

And I am so elated I could burst.

Master is pleased with His slave.

And that is how I am feeling - completely enslaved.

As the needles were pressed into my nipples, I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper under
His influence, his control.

And as the rings were passed through my flesh, I became marked property.

And it feels perfect.

Collared!!!

We met again yesterday, and as always, it was wonderful.

But this time it was different.

He was different.

He is always interested in me, concerned for my well-being. But this time it was different.
He had me kneel beside Him and describe my day, it felt uplifting to do that, and also took away all the work related hassles, and help me focus entirely on Him.

And focus is what was needed, as with me standing blindfolded in front of a huge mirror, Master put a beautiful silver collar round my neck.

He removed the blindfold, and there I was, a collared slave -HIS collared slave.

Then followed the most intense 90 minutes of my life.

A ritual caning - each stroke symbolizing an element of my enslavement. A hard, intense, focused caning. Without warm up, and with me standing in front of the mirror.

I lost count of the strokes, I was in that place - the place that only slaves go to, and it was wonderful.

With the ritual over, He then used me repeatedly, with more pain, new pain, pain I hadn't experienced before.

I was lost in the pain, completely absorbed by it, consummed.

It was amazing.

Afterwards, when He held me, stroking me, telling me lovely things, all i felt was completely loved, completey treasured, completely cherished.

And Joy - pure Joy!!!

WOW!!!

Nothing else matters....

As my bruises fade, I am becoming more and more focused on my own internal enslavement.

It is taking over more and more of my mind. I am constantly checking and correcting myself.

Nothing that would make a huge difference to anyone else, but it does matter to Master,
and it definitely matters to me.

The simplest most irrelevant things bring my submission to the front of my mind, make me totally focused.

I stubbed my toe, and boy was I focused. I am required to be barefoot, to remind me of my servitude, and when toe met bedpost I was certainly reminded.

But at other times, Master reminds me.

I have been having a particularly bad time at work, Master has been a tower of strength.
Reassuring and encouraging.

But also very affirming.

His words to me were - " work doesn't matter, it is irrelevant, it is not what you are are. It does not define you. What matters is that you are mine - my whore, my slut, my property, my slave. And nothing else matters"

oh that is so true!!!

Thanks for the focus Master!!!

More, more, more!!!!

We met and it was wonderful!!!

As usual the time passed all too quickly.

But there for those short few hours, the only thing that mattered was my Master.

As He had promised, the whole experience was much more intense, much more focused.

And as promised, included more pain.

Sweet, sweet pain.

All consumming, totally enveloping pain.

As He "stepped up my training" with increased ferocity, the pain of the cane on my flesh completely disappeared.

I was floating in a pool of submission.

He asked me how it was, how was the pain?

Was it too much? was it enough?

No is was not too much, and there will never be enough!!!

I felt completely oblivious to the rest of the world.

All that mattered was Master.

my Master, my owner, my world.

and today, I marked - bruised, deep purple bruises.

And I'm hurting, and it's wonderful!!!

and I crave more!!!

More , more, more!!

Please Master!!!!!

Perfect

We are meeting again tomorrow, and I can't wait.

How am I feeling??

Excited - definitely.

Apprehensive - a little - I get nervous in His presence, and I have been told to expect "more" this time.

I am just so looking forward to being with Him.

Tomorrow will see me experiencing the whole gambit of emotions during the course o the morning.
Joy, fear, excitement, apprehension, sadness (yes even sadness - because of the constraints of both our alternative lives - but as He has reassured me - our time will come)

And not forgetting the fact that I will probably be fitting tiredness too - am like a five year old..... "I can't sleep - I'm too excited!!!!"

And then of course, once He touches me for the first time, the peace!!!

The calm, the solace, the sense of belonging and being owned.

Of being enslaved.

How perfect.

And it will be!!!