Soon

Forty seven days to get through until we have nearly a whole two months together.

I remember when we first discussed the idea and it was nearly three hundred days separating us... A lifetime of waiting for each other extended by an almost unacceptable amount but we are closing gradually and inevitably.

I don't think I could have kept my sanity through it without that one magical night. I know that we are perfect for one another. There are so many things I am looking forward to and many if not most of them aren't in the least bit kinky, but a lot are...

Object

Lust fills me.

I sit in the darkened room until I hear you come in then I am up on my feet and moving at speed to intercept you at the door. You open your mouth to say something and then you see the need written on my face. You have time to close the door and drop your bag before I am on you.

Your mouth barely has time to open before my hand closes roughly over it. Your eyes widen in surprise and shock as I push you up against the door, your back connecting with it and your breathing changing, quickening. You know this mood and I can sense your pussy oiling as my other hand goes up your skirt.

You stand docile, not moving as my fingers push your thighs apart, hard enough to leave little bruises on the flesh of your inner thighs. You can see in my eyes that you are on object for me tonight. One to be used. A vessel for my lusts.

I tear your panties to one side and find you dripping already but it does little to assuage the hunger. I turn you to the wall, my hand pressing your face against it, squashing your beautiful features and you let out a whimper as I pull your panties down to your knees. I'm hard and waste no time in pulling your hips out so I can get at you better.

My cock pushes between your lips, opening you, stretching you, penetrating you. I force my way inside you and begin to fuck you roughly. I don't care about your comfort or your pleasure tonight. I am an animal and you are my prey. My fingers twine in your hair to keep you still as I use you, finally amidst a whirl of whispered threats and grunts of passion I come inside you, biting down on the back of your neck as I fill your cunt with my seed.

You dare to look round at me, your eyes filled with need and desire as I finish. My eyes betray nothing for you. I turn you and still holding you by the hair I drag you into the bedroom and push you to your knees in the furthest corner. I find a rope and tie your wrists behind you, tightly. A bag goes down over your head and I pull you into a kneeling position, facing the wall.

I leave you there, my spunk trickling out of your used pussy and down your thighs as I sit on the bed, still simmering with lust. I will use you again later, my slut. In the meantime I look at you, my object, stoking my lust, feeling it build again.

It will be a long night for us both.

On switching.

We are lucky, blessed enough to not have ultimate limits on our relationship. We have found a balance where I am normally in control. You submit to me and I am the dominant. I love this and it feels like the norm in our relationship.

Sometimes I feel the need within me to submit to you. You have a need within you to take my submission and enjoy that dominance over me.

It's not a weakness to want to submit to you. Actually I find it thrilling to kneel to you and I love your style of domination. It is an extension of your personality, an alter ego who teases and tests me. You take my breath away.

I feel so excited to know that you have ordered my collar and that it will arrive in a few days. You won't be in a position to fit me with it for another 61 days but I will control myself and not open the package until you are here with me.

I can't wait for that moment, though, my dearest Mistress, to be before you as you place it around my neck for the first time. It feels no less symbolic to me than a wedding ring.

Another picture from our perfect day together

Our first photo together...

I will never forget that night as long as I live. It was simply perfect.

Saturday

I wanted to write an account of what happened but I feel I couldn't do it all justice. A list of our actions would not capture the feelings we felt, the joy and elation. The wonder of being able to hold, to stroke and kiss (boy did we kiss!!!) and to play, to fuck to suck and lick and taste and smell for the first time.

What I will say is that it confirmed everything I already knew. We fit perfectly and I have no doubts that our journey together will be as perfect. One night of perfection will give us the strength to hang on for the two months together we have planned.

Dream

You are naked and kneeling before me as I sit on the bed. Sunshine streams through the windows of the bedroom, but we're two stories up so nobody can see us.

I watch as you put on the ribbon choker. It's our sign. You can't wear a collar in your daily life and I would never humiliate you by insisting on it. But by wearing your ribbon, you mark yourself as mine. I love the way it looks on your soft throat as you tie the bow to the side of your neck, under your left ear and arrange your hair, letting it fall back in place in it's lustrous darkness.

Putting on your ribbon puts you in a sub space and everything changes subtly about you.

I settle back on my hands, exposing my groin to you and nod. You know what to do and your small hands go to my groin, unbuttoning my jeans and easing them down. I lift a little to make it easier for you. You make a tiny gasp as you see how hard and thick I am in my boxers. A little look up to check if it is okay and then you slide both hands inside, holding my cock.

I sigh contentedly as you pull the black boxers down and my cock springs up hard and ready.

'Kiss it' I breathe and you apply your soft lips, gently pressing your kisses to me.

It is wonderful and I want you to suck it, but I love the anticipation and I know you do too, so I have you do this for a while.

'Take just the head into your mouth and hold it there'

Your wonderful lips encircle my bulging head and I melt at the beautiful expression on your face. So submissive. So mine. My breathing is quickening but I want this moment to last. Your nostrils flare delicately and your tongue moves unconsciously against the underside of my shaft.

I cannot wait any longer and I tell you to begin sucking.

It's exquisite. You really are the most wonderful pet. When you have brought me off and swallowed my milk I kiss you and hold you and tell you how much I love you. Then, I allow you to get dressed for work. it's a shame that the 'real' world intrudes on our games, but absence makes the heart grow fonder and I know we will be thinking of each other all day. It arouses me so much to think of you in your ribbon and I can't wait for you to be home tonight....

Those of a nervous disposition look away now....

My Mistress suggested I place a picture of my cock here, bound to her specifications. I am happy to oblige. I love you V.

Switching

For a while now I have been switching with Valentina. It seemed like it was out of place somehow to write about it here but as honesty is my only excuse then I feel I should chart every side of our relationship. So, there will be more to follow. Suffice for now to say that while I am mainly dominant she also likes to take a turn and I find it so sexy to have her in charge from time to time.

Midsummer Nights Dream-Part One

A sunny summer's day draws to it's close. Shadows lengthen and a hush falls along the rutted track. I coast to a halt alongside the drystone wall in front of the farmhouse and shut off the engine.

The only sound is the tiny ticking of the cars' cooling engine. The journey here took a while, several hours actually and I wonder how my cargo has managed in the boot. My cock thickens and hardens at the prospect of the night ahead and I take a moment to ready myself. I feel so alive, so totally in the moment. All of my senses are switched to full and I am assailed by the scents of the countryside. Silage comes faintly to me on the breeze as well as the honeysuckle in the neatly tended garden. The sound of a cricket in the tinder dry grass off to the left seems absurdly loud. The setting sun is a slash of crimson as it drops down behind the hills, garlanded in gold and orange cloud.

I pull my rucksack from the passenger seat and rummage for the keys to the house. I can hear you adjusting your position nervously in the boot and I smile as I make for the house, opening the sweet little whitewashed gate and strolling across the manicured lawn and up the three stone steps to the front of the building. I drop the rucksack by the porch and open the door, stepping inside. I am impressed. Very nice. Perfect for my needs. It's nicely furnished so the weekend should be comfortable, for me at least, and wonderfully secluded. There's not another house within a mile.

I head out to the car and reach into the back seat for the box of supplies and transfer it quickly into the house.

When I finally get round to opening the boot, my heart goes out to you, so still and quiet. You are still nicely trussed, having, of course made no impression on your bonds. The dying light glows lovingly on your soft naked skin and I lean in to kiss your flank, making you start and squirm briefly. You emit a gentle, interrogative moan as I reach in and lift you bodily from the confines of the boot and switching you onto my shoulder in a firemans lift I carry you into the house. I carry you straight through the lounge and sit you down on a straight backed, heavy wood kitchen chair at the table. I lift your arms over the back as you grunt softly into the tightly tied gag, and using the loose end of rope at your wrists, tie you securely to a rung at the back of the chair. You move your head around as though you could see through the scarf, secured over your eyes as a blindfold.

As you sit nervously awaiting developments I gaze lovingly at your beautiful body. It fills me with pride that you are mine and I resolve to make this a weekend to remember for us both…..

Before you came into my life I really didn't know what I was doing or who I was. Since that fateful day in Februaury (can it only have been then, I feel like I've known you forever?) everything has changed so much for the better. I feel like I have awoken from a coma and I know that this is forever. We give everything and hold back nothing. We are ourselves, totally. I feel blessed to have found you against such odds and I will never let you down or let you go. This is forever.

A wonderful image, my profound thanks to Lyn (model) and Chris Dee (photographer)

When I look at you

Sometimes, when I look at you I wonder what I’ve done to deserve you. You are so beautiful, so clever, so giving, so creative. I’m in awe of you both as a women and a person. You’re my best friend, my soulmate and the love of my life. I don’t need anyone or anything else.

Surprise

It’s all quiet when I turn my lock in the key and enter the flat. There are no lights on and the only sound is the ticking of the clock in the lounge.

Perplexed, I put down my bag and hang my keys up on the hook on the back of the door. I was expecting you to be here, I had thought we may go out for a late supper. It’s unusual for you to not let me know where you are and a tiny pang of worry pricks at my mind. Your coat is hanging up and your boots are by the door, which dials up the anxiety a little more.

I turn on the light in the hallway and notice that the bedroom door is closed. That’s odd. We rarely close it. I have a sense of something building in the air as my fingers close around the handle.

The room is illuminated with the lights of dozens of flickering candles. Their light dances and leaps, creating fantastical shadows on the walls.

And on your body.

You are sitting on a high backed, heavy, wooden chair in the centre of the room. You sit up straight and still, barely breathing. I stand entranced for a moment and admire you. Your perfect little breasts, the smooth planes of your stomach and thighs. The deliciously bare and plump pubis. The elegant neck and throat, the soft skinned arms. You are so beautiful you almost stop my breath. Your lush, dark hair falls over your face and leaves it in shadow.

The ropes around your ankles and thighs are pulled tight enough to dig into your skin as they hold your thighs apart, your slender, fine ankles tied to the chairs front legs. Your hands are behind the back of the chair.

I take a moment to circle you as you sit there in silence. You know somebody is there but until I speak you will not be sure it is me. I let the tension escalate. I’m in no hurry.

Your wrists are in steel handcuffs. I can smell your perfume on your throat and wrists.

I examine the tightly fastened harness panel gag which you have applied to yourself. The smooth mouth cover is held tightly in place by the straps which go under your chin, around the back of your neck and either side of your nose and over your head. A blindfold covers your eyes.

This close I can see the slight rise and fall of your chest as you breath. As I watch your areolae crinkle and erect your nipples. I smile to myself. You have been thoughtful enough to arrange a variety of toys on the bed, like instruments for an operation. I select a decent sized vibrator and crouching before you, I slide it between your swollen and pouting lips, so your weight holds it there. You gasp and swallow as I switch it to it’s lowest setting and you begin to moan softly.

I give your left nipple a little twist as I go past you to shower, causing you to jump and squeal into the gag. In the hot cascading jets of water I am hard and I stroke myself lightly, enjoying my arousal.

I take my time and wash thoroughly before getting out and turning off the water. In the bedroom I can hear your continuous soft moans. When I have dried myself and return you are twisting sensually in the chair, grinding your pussy against the vibrator. Your body is sheened with sweat and your hair is wet across your forehead.

I sit on the bed watching you for a while. The way your body moves and responds to the stimulus and the restraints, I could watch you forever. I lean forward and switch the speed of the vibrator up a few clicks and watch as your breathing speeds up in response.

I cannot contain myself and much as I enjoy watching you I want my hands on that exquisite flesh. I kneel on the floor, quietly. Stealth is not really needed as by now you are in a world of your own, but I feel catlike and predatory. Your legs jerk and your feet are doing a little dance of their own.

You jump as my teeth fasten on the delicate and sensitive skin of your inner thigh, biting fairly gently at first and then a little deeper. Not enough to break the skin, but you will have a bruise there tomorrow. Your knees try to close and you bend forward as much as you can. But you have of course thoughtfully tied the chain from the handcuffs to the back of the chair and your thighs to the front legs, spreading yourself for me. So, you’re not getting away.

I move up your thigh towards your pussy, a chain of bites. You are writhing and groaning continually now. As I reach the delta at your groin I switch the toy to it’s highest setting. Your head goes back and your make an long drawn out muffled scream as my mouth closes softly on your dripping wet pussy.

My tongue slowly and sensually teases up your clit and within seconds you are bucking and moaning, pulling at your bonds as you come.

Finally, exhausted, you hang limp in the chair, held up only by your self applied restraints. Your nostrils flare weakly as you seek air. I take advantage of your docility to untie your legs and uncuff your wrists. I hustle you over to the bed and throw you onto it. My cock is still hard as ever and I plunge it into you without further ado.

I love the flutter of your muscles as I enter you, opening you and pushing in deep as you gasp and grunt. I drive in and out and you respond by pushing back against my thrusts. You buttocks slap against my stomach as I increase the force of my thrusts, pushing you into the bed, throwing you around like a ragdoll. My hands are at your waist, fingers digging into the soft skin as I seek for purchase. I use my knee to spread your thighs further and haul you up onto your knees.

It is only when I begin to spank you that I can feel the enrushing of your second orgasm and as it rises within you and blooms, the contractions of your muscles begin to milk my seed from me and I come, shuddering, spraying your insides with my thick semen.

As we lie panting together afterwards, your head on my shoulder, I unfasten and remove the gag and blindfold.

‘Welcome home Master’ you say, your voice cracked and parched as I pour us a glass of wine.

Rope

Friday night is my favourite night of the week. It's our night. No kids, no interruptions. Just us. I look forward to the sound of your key in the lock. It's almost the signal for things to begin.

Tonight you arrive back around 4pm. You put your keys down on the telephone table and your bag on the sofa and come to me wordlessly. You look so beautiful. A playful look is on your face, making us both smile. We kiss, lips meeting and hands exploring each others bodies, almost chaste at first but gradually becoming more intimate.

Just as your hand brushes against my groin I smile and step back.

I send you off to shower and make my final preparations for the evening. When you emerge from the shower, wrapped in a big, white, fluffy towel, your hair damp but your eyes sparkling and alive I know you have shed the stresses of the week.

I have poured as a glass each of red and brought in a tray of snacks; cheese and olives, cashews and some nice bread. We are going to need to keep up our strength tonight.

You sit on the heavy wooden chair and blow dry your beautiful, lush, dark hair and our eyes meet in the mirror. You smile at me and I return the smile. I love to watch you. I love to watch you do anything. You have so many expressions and I love them all.

When you finish and stand I come to you and slowly, deliberately remove the towel and have you bare and fresh before me. Your pupils dilate as I watch and I take you in my arms, enjoying the press of your nakedness against my clothed body. It excites me to have you this way. It increasases your sense of submission and tonight is about submission. Your lips find mine and I taste you. Our tongues swirl around one anothers and my hands go to your smooth shoulders and down your arms, finally to your flared hips. You are so beautiful to me. So utterly female. I love your curves. Already I can feel myself hardening and thickening.

Breaking off I go to the toybox and bring out some rope, several coils of it. Black and soft and well used.

'Turn around' I breathe and your breathing noticeably quickens.

I take your hands and bring them behind you, crossing them at the wrists. When I release them you keep them there. It pleases me but I say nothing. I just begin to wind the first doubled rope around them, pulling each loop snug until I have four passes and I cinch it between your wrists and knot it. There is some spare rope and I pass it twice around your waist before pulling the backs of your hands flat to your back and tying it off. I turn you gently to face me and kiss you again, deeply.

Your nipples are already hardening, the areolae crinkling and causing them to protrude like bullets. I take them, one at a time into my mouth, sucking them gently, wetting them. My hands are at your waist and between your legs, gently spreading your thighs. You gasp as my fingers trace the outline of your labia, before I slide my forefinger inside.

I can feel your muscles grip me as I look into your eyes. Your passion is written there. I take you by the upper arm and guide you onto the bed where I arrange you on your front. As I spread your legs you groan softly. I take each ankle, my hands closing around them and move them inexorably to the posts at the foot of the bed. I tie your ankles to the bed and sit back on my heels next to you.

You look at me, shaking an errant strand of hair from your face and I can see the anticipation in your eyes. Being bound like this can only mean two things. I intend on spanking you or penetrating you anally. Your mouth is slightly open as your need for more air becomes stronger.

I run my hands along your back, loving the play of muscles beneath your skin. I'm in no hurry and will make you wait. Perhaps a hint in when I pick up one of the pillows and have you lift up slightly so I can slide it under your tummy. Your buttocks are even more well presented now but there is no clue of what I will do and I can see your mind working overtime trying to guess. You bite your lower lip, as if to stop yourself asking.

I decide I can help you with that and your pupils widen and dilate as you see the ominous ball gag in my hands. You close your eyes in resignation. I know you have an uneasy relationship with this gag. On the one hand you hate the way it makes you drool, but on the other you love it because you know how sexy I find you wearing it.

I sit lightly astride your lower back and proffer the ball to your mouth. A shivering sigh and you take the ball into your mouth, I can feel your jaws and teeth adjusting to it and I pull the straps back and buckle them tight at the nape of your neck.

I reverse my position so I'm facing your feet, your magnificent bottom presented to me. I begin by stroking those smooth globes. I love your buttocks. They are so round and perfect. One of the things you mentioned to me when we first met was that you had a huuuuuuuge backside. You were joking I know, a little anyway. But I know you didn't like it. Personally, I find it turns me on so much. I just love it. It is so utterly female. It's not huge either. It's perfect and I want to give it some attention tonight.

I stroke and squeeze those firm muscles, my fingers tracing the crease of the buttocks, sliding between them and pressing lightly on your rosebud. You shiver and groan into the gag. I have the lube ready and squeeze a little onto my fingers before beginning to work it around your sweet hole, making you shiver and writhe. My other hand moves down between your thighs and strokes your pussy which is already wet and I can sense your arousal mounting, becoming an irresistible force within you.

When I press the plug to you you gasp and make a tiny, strangled gurgle. You squeeze your buttocks together instinctively but I shush you and carry on masturbating you until you relax and I can penetrate your anus, just an inch at first, then letting you get used to it. After a moment you adjust and it melts my heart when you take in a deep, shuddering breath through your nostrils and present yourself for more. I carry on stroking and teasing your labia and clit as I slide the plug deeper. Again you gasp as it stretches you until it has reached it's widest point and your sphincter closes around it like a kiss and it is embedded within you.

I wipe the lube from my fingers on the towel and resume my attentions to your buttocks. I squeeze and stroke and massage before without warning I deliver a sharp smack, leaving the reddening imprint of my palm on that pale skin. You yelp into the gag and try to wriggle free, but of course you can't and I leave it a second before spanking you again. the sound is loud in the quiet and your muffled groans rise an octave. Between strokes I smooth my hands over your bottom. It's beginning to warm up and redden deliciously. The skin is so smooth and delightful.

I deliver around twelve spanks before I stop. You are writhing uncontrollably now and moaning continuously and I think the time has come. I stop, getting myself on my knees between your spread thighs.

I take a second to enjoy the sight of your reddened bottom before I begin to slide the plug in you, almost removing it then sliding it back fully inside.

I can't wait any longer, my cock is so heavy and hard. You try to see over your shoulder as I lube myself and remove the plug, setting it on the towel. Our eyes meet and yours are dark and smoky with arousal. You beg me mutely and I oblige, placing my swollen head against your hole, now winking and inviting me in. I push into you making you groan and gasp as I fill you.

I lie still for a second, my weight on you, before I begin to slowly at first, fuck you. Your breathing is ragged and I make it more so by sliding one hand to your pussy, masturbating you as I slide in and out of that exquisitely tight hole. I can sense you beginning to climax but I stop, making you wait. You wriggle, trying to get me to start again, but I am in full control here and we will come together. With a wrench you stop and lie passively until I start again, this time I can feel my own orgasm approaching and I fuck you faster and harder, our bodies slapping together and our moans mingling in the still air. I bite the back of your neck and your shoulders, making you shiver and gasp.

It is just us at the centre of the universe, our pleasure. Finally you convulse as much as the ropes will allow and come, screaming into the gag, shudders running through you and I pump my seed inside your most secret place, groaning and whispering my love into your ear....

Diary

My pet and I kept a diary for this week. I received hers this morning and I was so touched I felt it needed to be seen by the world. I love you so much my sweet pet.

Pet Diary

Day 1

Monday 19, July 2010

Hardly a day has gone by since I offered to be Steve’s pet, and I have noticed one immediate effect on me: I’m permanently aroused. We have agreed on a ‘safeword’ but I don’t see myself needing it this week. I am not too sure as to how this master/pet relationship thing works, but I think we are doing well. I feel we are walking along a thin line, though, between devotion and humiliation. Neither of us likes humiliation, so I know we will keep away from it. But the very fact that I keep addressing him as Master and Sir and accept to be His pet, isn’t it humiliating already? It does feel a bit weird in a way…I am a wee bit worried about the possible consequences and changes in our relationship. I’d like nothing to change, really, because I felt we were perfect the way we were. But it might be related to the thread I’m writing which is pretty rough and there are some elements of humiliation as whipping. Steve seems to be so elated with this, I am overjoyed to be able to give it to him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy, and his happiness is mine. I love the feeling of protection and possession that comes with this new status, but I felt it too before. Steve is naturally protective and caring, I really can’t believe how lucky I am. I know that whatever we decide, I will always be his little pet and he will always be my protective master, but at the same time I feel I need to care for him, and give him the kind of loving that he needs and deserves. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t respect me, on the contrary, I feel more respected and free than ever. Despite the little vertigo that I am experiencing (and perhaps because of it), I am constantly wet…dear god…help!

Day 2

Tuesday 20, July 2010

Disaster! I woke up at 5.30 as usual and couldn’t turn the bedside light on! I checked the TV set, the standby light was off…I thought well, if there’s a power cut, I might as well have a lie in and wait, after all it’s too dark still. Perhaps in an hour, I thought, it will be back to normal and I can write Sir about it. But it wasn’t!! It’s almost 7 now, and if it wasn’t for the light of the laptop screen, I’d be in total darkness. I have already phoned the light company and they said they would do something…one wonders when. I don’t have to get up this early on Tuesdays, but I like going to work early nonetheless, and I DID tell Sir I’d log and write at around 5.30, so I feel I might be causing him unnecessary worry. Anyway, Sir is so much cooler than me in that sense, and usually doesn’t panic about this kind of thing as I do. He is the wisest and coolest man in the world, I admire him so much!

I feel so nice today, despite the power cut…last night was amazing. Sir and I were so sweet with one another. It was breathtaking. He made me come twice, again. First he made me masturbate for him, and he wanted to see my face as I pleasured myself. I find that so hot, I know he loves reading my arousal in my eyes. But I struggle to keep them open, and also he was whispering sweet, sexy words to me, and pretending that he was licking and kissing me… it was so delicious. Immediately after I had come he told me to get the lube because he wanted me to come again, and this time gagged. I, of course, complied. And he masturbated with me…it was a toe-curling orgasm for me. We came almost in unison, and I still shiver at the memory. He is the most generous and sweetest master. I am madly in love with him. He pampers me so much! I love being his sweet little pet.

Day 3

Wednesday 21 July, 2010

Fortunately, the power was restored when I got home, though not the internet. I solved it but it meant that the router could not be used, and therefore we had to stay downstairs. This would be totally unimportant if it wasn’t for the fact that my neighbours could actually see me, if they paid a bit of attention, through the fabric of the curtains. Honestly, I don’t think they should be peeping in my direction, but I’d hate to be the attraction of the block. So…we couldn’t get as naked and as physically involved in each other’s pleasure as we would have liked to. However, master sent me homework which I did when and in the manner in which he told me to. I love obeying him in these things, I think it’s sexy and a challenge. Master told me to go upstairs and masturbate on all fours. He let me use lube – which I really didn’t need, I was soaking as I have been every evening since Sunday – and he told me to insert two fingers in my pussy. I seriously need to keep my fingernails trim and filed, I never come from penetration when I masturbate, probably my fingers are not long enough, or I just don’t do it right. In all fairness, I find it hard to come from penetration alone in intercourse, but it has happened (I need to be very aroused and ‘prepared’). Perhaps I should train more. I probably need to tell master about it, and I’m sure he could device a plan for me. I am working on the strength of my pelvic floor muscles, because I want to please Him better when we finally meet and also because it makes my orgasms more intense. Yesterday was awesome, so sweet and lovely. I love masturbating for Him.

Anyway, the most important thing about yesterday was that His parcel arrived! Hooray!! I was over the moon when I got it, but didn’t open it till He was here. The first thing I noticed was His smell…it brought tears to my eyes to be smelling Him for the first time. I was laughing and crying from sheer happiness. He sent a tee and a pair of boxers. I immediately wanted to wear them, and I still have them on this morning. I promised to wear the boxers every day till Sunday (over my panties, otherwise they would be unwearable in no time, especially considering that He is keeping me wet 24 hrs a day). I had never felt happier in my life, it felt as if he was really holding me. I could feel his skin on mine for the first time. It drove me crazy with love and gratitude.

Today, I need to buy a ribbon to wear as a choker. The idea came to me suddenly yesterday, and when I told Him, he approved, so I must not forget! I love Him with all my heart…I can’t believe how happy I feel.

Day 4

Thursday July 22, 2010

6 am

I am wearing my master’s ribbon (for lack of a proper collar) and it suits me fine. I think I look very sweet and sexy in it. Master loved it, too, he was so pleased to see me wearing it! I’m feeling quite submissive today…I think sir will love it. I would sit on his lap or at his feet all day if I could. Some days my need to be his pet is stronger than others, or rather some days I feel more like a sweet little pet and others a bit wilder. Today I’d massage him and cook for him, bring him coffee, kiss him softly…I can’t wait for our life together (in the same home) to begin.

8 pm

He has asked me to write a list of punishments that he could apply to me when I am there. I think that punishments should be ‘punishments’ (and I’m sure so does he). They should be enjoyable, while I embarrass myself doing stuff that I’d normally blush to do, for instance, that he might delight in watching me doing it. I came up with a strip tease with music and all, I know it’s not punishment, but it’s something that perhaps I wouldn’t normally do without feeling very self conscious. I also thought of the butt plug, wearing it at home while doing simple, daily chores should be fun. Or not, I really don’t know…we’d need to test that one first. And finally (he asked for 3), being given a thorough medical examination, including enema. I hate doctors, I don’t know why medical play turns me on.

Anyway, on the one hand I am feeling more comfortable with being his pet, wearing his collar all day has been wonderful. On the other hand, I wonder if it is the result of relaxing the discipline a bit. I was doubtful at first as to how the dynamic between us would be, and I think it is harder to be a subbie than I thought. I usually find myself being pushy or a bit demanding in ways that perhaps I shouldn’t. Steve hasn’t complained, and I’m glad, because I want to be myself, not a fabrication. I do like him to dominate me sexually, and I feel turned on by him collaring me too, don’t get me wrong. But I just cannot stop being assertive and outspoken. I don’t think that’s the way I’d like things to be, nor he. In any case, we will discuss it on Sunday, when this experiment – which I think has been largely successful and which will bring about lots of positive consequences – comes to an end, in a way. I don’t think that I will stop feeling protected by him, nor he protective of me. But I do want to have the chance of initiating things, and seducing him, and teasing him, and defying him.

Day 5

Friday July 23, 2010

Last night I made a buttonhole and put a button on my ribbon, so it would stay in place and didn’t loosen up. It feels a bit too tight, but that can be easily fixed. Master was pleased, I think he loves knowing that I do stuff to be a better pet. I think it makes him feel loved and appreciated. I think that he is the most wonderful man in the planet, and I am just too lucky to have been found by him. I am glad that I can do a little something and that it means so much to him.

He has asked me to send him my ‘worn’ undies, the pair I bought on Wednesday and that I wore all day yesterday. My first reaction was to freak out, because my smell…you know, I wouldn’t like him to eat me if I am not out of the shower, otherwise I know I can smell quite ‘heady’…notice the euphemism. But I can’t deny my master anything, so I agreed. And I also felt reassured when he told me that he wanted me to spray the clothes with my perfume too. When I removed them last night, my knickers smelled pungently of me. I have told him that my smell changes along the month, and as I approach my period, the smell gets more intense. Besides, since I find myself wet practically all day, the pantyliner is a poor remedy. To make matters ‘worse’, he had me masturbate for him wearing them last night. Bottom line, I sprayed them with my favourite perfume (L’eau by Kenzo) but you can still sense my musky pussy there…I will try to post them this afternoon, and hopefully he will get them in about 10 days or so.

Day 6

Saturday, July 24, 2010.

6.30 am

Oh, my master has asked me to be naked but for my collar and to have the lube ready this morning. Last night I was a bit tipsy and sleepy so he sent me to bed. But before he showed me his beautiful hard cock…he takes my breath away. I love his cock, and I can’t wait to be on my knees before him. So he teased me for a while (and I admit I teased him back), he was very turned on from the look of his cock, but he stopped masturbating just to tease me, just to keep me waiting. I love his strong will and determination, I admire him so much. He can make this kind of ‘efforts’ for our sake. I am so in love with him. Of course I came to bed and though I was very wet, I didn’t touch myself. He, because he is the master, could have masturbated later, he has no restrictions. But I like waiting. It makes me feel powerful and also worthy of his love.

10.00

Oh dear god…my master is just soooo amazing. He made me come twice, and it was so delicious. I love it that he can command me like that…the first time he made me masturbate till I was on the edge and then allowed me to come for him. It was great. The second time he wanted us to come together. He made me suck my ‘dildo’ as if I was sucking him first. It was coated with lube and my juices. Then he made me masturbate in unison with him. I copied his rhythm. He told me that we had to come together, but his rhythm was too much for me, soon I was on the edge and desperate to come. Having to wait for him was a delicious torture. When I heard him close I thought I was going to die of desire, I had to stop a couple of times or I would have come before my master. I loved it when we finally did. I think that waiting, knowing that I couldn’t come, made me feel sexier. I also loved the realization that his rhythm is so delicious.

Day 7

Sunday, July 25, 2010.

00:00

I am writing my last post on this diary for now. I needed to write a ‘conclusion’ to the experience. In short, I loved it. It opened lots of doors I think and closed none. I was a bit worried about how it would work, and it worked wonderfully as usual with Steve. We blend in perfectly together; we are just made for one another. He understands me like no one else. I love what I saw in him these days. He was so happy; his happiness alone makes it all worth it.

What is more, I was a bit unsure about whether I’d feel humiliated as a pet. I really didn’t. I truly do love him, admire him, worship him…it is not out of ownership alone but the other way round: because I admire him so much, because I feel so loved by him, because he protects me so, I am his entirely.

I wouldn’t want to pigeonhole our relationship in any way. And I know neither does he, but I know that he is naturally more dominant than me, and loves it, and I am more submissive. So I suppose that’s already there, there’s no need to push things. He loves feeling that he owns me, and he does…why bother denying it? But I own him too…he’s mine and he knows it.

This week felt like honeymoon. I felt as if we had taken a huge step towards a higher level of commitment and trust, only comparable with getting married. I am overjoyed. But I look forward to calling him other names and not just sir and master…I used to love calling him Mr ******** and how he used to call me Mrs ******** or Mrs * when we were being sexy or kinky. Just a minor detail, really. The essence is immutable. And has been there from the outset. Perhaps we just didn’t want to say it aloud.

Thank you my love. I treasure everything about you. I have never had more respect or admiration for anyone.

Storm

Darkness presses in as I hurry along the road, the sky that tinged green that hovers on the periphery of vision, just before a storm, clouds gravid with rain just waiting for the right moment to begin lashing the city. The first drops are falling, heavy as pennies as I make it back.

I take the stairs two at a time, hurrying to see you. The impending storm is making itself felt. power thrums through me, my nerves are alive. I want you. It's as simple as that. I feel strong and dominant. I want to feel you in my hands.

The flat is empty and I wait for your return like a lion in the shadows. When the door opens again, you are standing there drenched, shaking your coat.

'What a day..' you have a chance to say before I am upon you. Taking your bag and coat I toss them away and you see my eyes, suddenly as lightning splits the sky outside, making it bright as day in the flat for a split second. Your pupils just have time to dilate before I take your arms and push you against the wall and press my mouth to yours in a fierce kiss.

Your eyes are a picture, those of a gazelle when it realises it is prey.

'Steve..' you whisper. A plea. But also an admission. A yes. Thunder rumbles and the rain begins to lash down against the windows.

Your breathing goes shallow as your lips respond tentatively. I realise that my fingers are digging into your arms a bit too much, but I find it difficult not to. I take your fine chin in one hand and push your head back, exposing your soft, vulnerable throat.

You moan and shiver as I kiss you there. My other hand is between your thighs, squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh. In the semi darkness your eyes are wide and aroused. You shiver as I kiss you all down your throat, tiny, fluttering kisses. Teasing. You know it won't last and the anticipation is too much for you. I let the tension build for a fraction longer then sink my teeth into your neck, at the point where it joins the shoulder and the muscle is succulent and inviting.

My teeth go in enough that they leave red marks and indents but don't break the skin. You may need to wear a scarf tomorrow but we'll think of that tomorrow. Tonight will be more spontaneous. You shiver as my teeth make contact and I can feel your knees go weak.

I look into your eyes, showing you what i am tonight. You look down, unable to meet my gaze. I begin to undress you, roughly, buttons pop and fly into the shadows but before long you are naked, head down, submissive, hands touchingly covering your modesty.

I keep my eyes on you, trapping you as I remove my own clothes.

So here we are. I close on you again and take your hands, holding your wrists crossed, easily in one hand and pin them against the wall, above your head. Your eyes close, feeling the energy in the room. I know you are wet without touching you. I can sense it. All my senses feel so attuned. I can almost hear the hammering of your heart. Your lips part and you take your lower lip in your teeth to stop it trembling.

You dare not look down but I save you the trouble as I press my body to you and you can feel how hard I am.

'Steve...'

My other hand clamps across your mouth, feeling your lips shiver against my palm and your tongue flicks submissively against it.

I say nothing, my eyes on your face. You are so beautiful to me. Nothing needs to be said.

You part your thighs as lightening flashes once more, and you are shown to me in all your glory like a a flashbulb has gone off in the hallway. the thunder rumbles again, this time almost immediately and the rain hammers against the windows, drowning out the sound of our ragged breathing.

I adjust and the swollen head of my cock presses against your lips, causing you to moan against my palm. Your breath is hot and panicky but you are so wet and open that I can slide inside an inch easily.

Your eyes flick open as I penetrate you and you sink down impaling yourself. Our eyes meet and sparks fly. I sheath myself in you, driving in to the hilt and your muscles flutter along my shaft.

You bring your legs up, wrapping around my hips and drawing me to you.

We begin to fuck like animals, grunting and groaning our pleasure, our passion. I'm slamming you against the wall and your head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as we merge and meet.

When I bite again on that sweet spot it triggers your orgasm and you convulse, the beating of the rain drowning out your groans and screams, trapped against my hand travel through me like an electrical pulse, heading straight for my groin and I come too, flooding you with my seed. I hold you there, and you grip me tight with your legs, keeping me in your pussy for an age as our hearts begin to slow and our breathing calms. You hold me tight inside you and the animal need evolves once more into the love we share.

Finally I remove my hand from your mouth and release your hands. Your lips find mine and your arms encircle me. When our eyes open again they are filled with joy, sparkling and alive with joy.

Outside the storm rages but here all is calm and peaceful.

'Steve.....' you whisper.

Truth

My pet quoted Shakespeare to me tonight.

'The more I give thee the more I have' from Romeo and Juliet.

Truer words were never spoken. She gives me everything and thinks it not enough. Her modesty, her intellect, her charm and wit, her sexiness and creativity have elevated me and made me a better man.

Collar

The flat is quiet and still. Outside birds are singing and it's beginning to get light. In the semi darkness I can feel you cuddled up next to me, warm and soft.

As you shift in your sleep that wonderful lustrous dark hair parts at the side of your neck and I can see your collar. It fits closely but not tightly and accentuates the softness and vulnerability of your throat and neck. You skin looks pale and soft next to it.

I look down at you and feel a strong surge of love.

The collar has changed everything. You are different, both emotionally and physically. I wonder whether these changes would have been possible without it. It was certainly the catalyst for a huge change in our relationship. We were very much in love and deliriously happy before it and I didn't think I could love you any more.

Your submission wasn't a response to a crisis in our relationship. Quite the reverse in fact. We'd been saying for the last week or so how close we felt, how in love. But it has made everything better still.

There is something different about you now, a softness, a vulnerability, which was only hinted at before. You're so much more you. You take my breath away.

Maybe the best thing is that you agree. It hasn't taken anything away from us, it's given instead. We're closer now than ever. And there is much love, respect, admiration as there always was. Maybe more. And a protectiveness has been added. I think that's what has allowed you to bloom as much as you have. And it's made me feel calmer too, more serene, confident, stronger.

You waken, aware of my gaze on you and your eyes focus. That incredible smile of yours spreads across your face, illuminating it, like the sun coming out.

'Master' is the first thing you say today.

Pet

We began an experiment this week. I can't even remember how the topic came up. Unlike, as often happens when people say those words, I really do not remember how it came up. The result however will always be in my mind. It was that she is my pet for seven days. She is referring to me as Master or Sir and I have chosen a pet name for her. She is wearing a symbol of her submission which only we know about while she is out of the house.

Well, five of those days have already elapsed and our little experiment is coming to an end on Sunday. We have both kept a diary of our thoughts and feelings and we will compare them on Sunday evening and decide where this leaves our relationship.

I think I already know where I want it to go. Having her submit to me in this way has been breathtaking in every way. She's not what you'd expect in a submissive woman. She's proud and strong and unbelievably smart and clever. She has a mind that's very much her own. She is in no way weak or dependant.

I'm so very proud of you my darling. It's brought something out in you. It's allowed you to truly be yourself. You've never been more beautiful to me. I love you more than ever.