The pleassure/pain principle

This has been the ethos by which His training works from day one,

but this latest "lesson" saw a new twist.

Master added a new twist!!!

It has always been a case of pain - lots of pain, then if master chooses, lots and lots of pleasure!!

But this time the pleasure was first!

Massaging Him, taking Him in my mouth, then having His fingers and hands coaxing orgasms from me, it was delicious.

I was tingling, that lovely post orgasm tingle. That makes your skin glow, and senses jangle.

Only then did He say the magic words "on your kness, Slut"

And almost by reflex my head is down and my ass is high and exposed.

With a deep breath, He begins.

Hand, Paddle, Strap, Crop.

Only this time, the floating starts so much sooner, within 6 strikes I am lost!!

And the to make his ownership of me complete, once the pain was dealt,

Exquisite, perfect pleasure - hard, fast and powerful!!!

Thank you Master!!!

Another lesson learned

Whole again

We are due to meet later today, and I can't wait!!!

It seems like forever since I felt His hands on my flesh, and His breath on my neck, heard His words intense, precise and pentrating. Telling me that I am His, that I am His property, that He owns me.

In reality, it has only been 2 weeks, but it seems so much longer.

Probably made worse by the fact that we haven't been able to talk very much either,

we both have busy careers and that does impact on our relationship. Something we both knew at the outset, but doesn't make it any easier to bear!

Added to that, the fact that I know have an on-line protege, and chatting and helping her through her trials and tribulations, has made me miss Him so much more.

So today I will kneel, I will obey and I will submit to my Master's will, and will be, at last,

whole again!

Pure bliss.

slutty slave

We meant again yesterday, and this time I had specific instruction, which would see this slightly prim (to the vanilla world) turn into a slut.

I was to check in to the hotel before my Master, and prepare for Him.

Then wait, until He told me of His arrival. I would then go down to the foyer and escort Him to the room.

Nothing too slutty in that you might think, expect that I was to wear a corset, heels and my coat.

My coat is short, it ends mid thigh!!

As I waited in the room for my cue, I lost count of how many times I checked to see if my ass was visible.

And then the call, He had arrived!!!

Going down the corridor, and in the lift was not a problem, I didn't see a soul.

Master was waiting by the door, we went straight into the lift, and then just as the door was about to close, two young men jumped in.

I felt the flush fly across my face, we reached our floor, and we exited the lift.

They got out too!!

Oh God, please don't let the vent in the back of my coat open and give them a shock!!

But they went in the opposite direction. Phew!!

I led the way to our room, and could feel Master watching me, I don't know if He could see, but I was getting wetter and wetter.

And as we entered the room and I removed my coat as instructed, I knew he had a slut on His hands.

I was humilated to think of what I had just down, but even more so about how aroused it had got me!!!

I was, as I am now named, a slut!!!!

Another lesson learned.

Thank you Master.

When the Master's away.............

The slave continues with her daily life as normal.

Something that has come as a bit of a shock to her.

But then again not really.

She could easily have got away with doing the bear minimum required of her, by way of her daily tasks.

And then put Him out of her mind, but She has found that impossible to do!

She has, in fact, been reading and researching, writing and reflecting, about ways in which she continues to embrace and engage in this new role, this new life that she has undertaken.

I find myself continually thinking about what my enslavement means to me.

I am, finally, in a place of peace.

A place where I can be myself, my true self.

A place where I can be me.

Me! the slave - His slave.

And nothing brings that home to me more, than my daily affirmation ritual.

I take a few minutes, when I am naked, except for my collar, and I kneel.

For my Master and also, for me too

Focusing, reflecting, embracing what I have become....

An owned, marked slave.

Oh yes!!!

Absence makes the slave sink deeper!!!

We were due to meet today, but a family crisis has meant a postponement.

It's totally understandable, and He has to be were He is needed.

As a consequence, today, He has been constantly on my mind. In my every thought.

A slave forum I contribute to has been discussing the concept and meaning of 24/7 slavery,
I have posted that I always considered that to be 24/7 you had to reside under the same roof.
But as Master and I travel further on our journey, it has become more and more apparent to me that I am, in fact, a slave 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

Master is in the front of my mind at all times, so even though we are apart I am still His slave.

At all times, in all places and in all things. He owns and controls my being.

This is another of the many lessons Master has, and continues to teach me.

And I am a very eager and dedicated student.