Lucky girl I am, I have a Master.
Shall I define it? I belong to him,my body and a substantial amount of my heart are his…
Nearly two years of being his has me confident and happy in his Love, he’s possessive and passionate and not ashamed to say that he loves me.
Sometimes we don’t see each other for months but we are still strong.
Friday(4/20) we spent the day and night together, it was great. If I am being honest I’m understating how wonderful it was… To be claimed,to be punished for some of my misdeeds and then to tease him and ride him…to make sure he still loves me as deeply as I love him… To smoke weed whike string at the moon while he holds me,To fall asleep in his arms, to eat breakfast he cooked for me(cheese omelette,Yum!),to know that we am his favourite girl in the world…rejuvenated my soul after a lonely cold winter.
And yes I finally made him stop holding back on how hard he spanks and paddles my arse! It hurt,indeed my backside is still sore, but I could feel him holding back before and there’s a kind of freedom in knowing that I can make him lose control.
His discipline had me almost all the way submissive until the “Yes Master” came from my lips almost unbidden… My voice husky from the moans and squeals of pleasure streaked pain and pain streaked pleasure as he thoroughly disciplined me…red derriere, sore throat, insides throbbing and a sense of all being well because he loves me… And he growls possessively “you’re My Girl” making that throb inside so much deeper
My Master probably won’t ever ever read this but if he does: I love you, I want you to lose control more often because I won’t break…love mer, hurt me,take me,possess me…I am yours, My blue-eyed Devil
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