I had been so happy. Now it's time to start fresh. So bummed.

I saw a romantic picture of a slave girl, thin, naked, with sweet lips, kneeling, shackled, her head lifted up high, eyes blindfolded but lips a lovely red, those sweet parted lips, moist and glistening, her mind and soul mine, all mine. Oh what a feeling of bliss!

Happy New Year!

The urge to own you is back!

This urge seems to come and go with me. Is it similar with you?

On vacation!

I've been extremely busy. A few parties but mostly work related. Have had no time for CM as of late. It comes and goes with me. As with you I would think.

My dreams though ... well, they remain. They return each and every night, as I curl up in my luxurious surroundings and fantasize myself to sleep. It is there where I find the time to luxuriate in the thoughts of owning you as my personal slave, naked and obedient next to me, warm skin to soft flesh, wet lips to soft sweetness, and, best of all, having you all to myself.

That is the pleasant thought that I enter my sleep thinking.

Slowly you will become my full pleasure slave. You will learn to enjoy the taste of anything I wish to provide you. And you shall lick me clean, faithfully delving your tongue deeply into all my very folds. Were you not to please and clean me, you shall be punished - and I, for one, would enjoy watching you quiver as the lashes are striped across your backside. You shall... 1. Lick me delicately, between my legs, 'till I cum with pleasure 2. Massage me head to toe, scalp and back, as I see fit to relax 3. Raise your behind to me, head to hands to floor, so as to present yourself when commanded 4. Suckle on me, earning your place beside me under the soft covers in my bed 5. Obey me as a pet obeys my very commands 6. Present your body, helplessly bound, as I kiss and caress as I see fit 7. Endure the lash on your behind were you to displease me in any way 8. Eat and drink from the dog bowl placed lovingly at the foot of my bed 9. Clean me anywhere, as needed, delving your tongue as deeply as you can, to please me 10. Stand in the corner, face to the wall,until I order you to relax

My thoughts this morning as I awoke would have you as my very own bedroom slave, were the following ...I'd take advantage of your adherence to discipline and duty by insisting you sleep nightly, curled up by my bedside, naked and hoping to be invited into my bed. If you were good preparing my bath and cleaning me softly and gently from head to toe, and if you read the erotic prose I prepared for you, sweetly and softly,  and if you were an obedient girl during the day, perhaps I'd let you into the warm comfortable bed, where together, I'd savor being warm and close to you, body to body, curve to curve, moist dampness to wetness, excited nub to nub. Nothing would be hidden. Nothing could be hidden. If you were bad, or displeased me in any small way, you would be punished. Perhaps you'd stand in the corner for hours, naked, shivering, head bowed, if it were a small infraction. Or maybe, you nipped too hard while licking my sensitive parts - for that you'd be whipped. Even whipping you would be a pleasure as I would revel in your willingness to endure the pain for me as I stroke your behind and watch you quiver with each stroke. Lovingly, I would take you down from your tethers, and allow you to whimper on the floor as I admire your meekness. Back in the boudoir, you would wish to endear yourself to me even more, not only to avoid the punishment, but to garner my appreciative acknowledgement - my good pleasure slave. "Good girl", I would say, as I stroked your naked breasts before me. "You've endured your punishment well", as I felt for your wetness. Kissing you softly on your lips, your eyes blindfolded and arms tightly tied behind,  I would tug you by the leash into the thick high bed, where you stumble a bit, your ankles still tethered, bending over to show your behind for me to enjoy and slap to quicken your pace. "Up, up. ... there you go" I'd encourage you as you essentially crawl into the bed for me. You are mine. Your every naked motion mine to see and enjoy. You have nowhere to hide. Your body is mine. And mine to enjoy as I will.

I fantasize often of having my personal pleasure slave handle the chores around the house. She is beholden to me, for whatever reason that we conjure - perhaps to repay a deep debt or as accepting of help of another kind. You would prepare my bath, making sure not only the temperature, bubbles, and fragrance were right - but also that the mood music and lighting were just right as you kneel outside and pamper me. I'm sure I would not be able to resist forcing your lips onto mine and having you lick my wetness and taste my flavors. Personally, I would love to train you as a pet, wearing scanty nothings as my sensual toy.

One recent recurring fantasy that happens at night when I'm alone is to hire my very own bedroom slave. One who prepares my bed for me, arranges the water at the bedside, opens the book to its last-read page, and even softly reads to me D/s erotica in her sweet barely audible whisper as I relax in bed. The hiring is important because it underscores all thoughts of subtle ownership and control. Then, when it's night's out time, she is invited into the warmth under the covers, bound by wrist and ankles behind her back, while we kiss and caress, she helpless before me, perhaps nervous yet turned on, excited, and her delicate nether region wet to my touch her body warmly squirming oh so very responsively to my commands. Tethered, perhaps blindfolded and gagged, she would remain mine for the evening as I lull myself to sleep intertwined in passionate love.

There was one young one who was sweet and polite. Were she mine, I would insist on training her to please me so her inexperience would not matter - but her obedience and willingness to please would be paramount. I would have her read to me at night, and then, to sleep with me, naked, warmly sheathed under the thick blanket with me, her arms bound behind, her ankles tied together, her lips kissing mine - every inch of her helpless to my touch!

I'm intently watching the day laborers milling about, trimming the landscaping and setting up the pool & BBQ area with tables, getting ready for an annual big party, as I wonder, quite loudly to myself, what it would be like to strip one or two of the better looking ones and bring them into the house for some catching up on orgasmic delight. Kneeling before me, leashed & collared, eyes averted to the floor, naked to the world, I would direct their tongues in a symphony on my body!