Why is it so hard for you to be real? Why is it so hard for you to be honest, not with just me, but yourself?  All the lies and deceptions don't just hurt me, they hurt everyone involved.  Why is it so hard for you to be real?

I am tired of this loneliness.  The ache in my stomach grows daily as I long to serve the one.  I not only want a connection, i need it.  Are you out there Sir?  Do you desire a submissive that is willing to give you her all and become all that you need and want? I'm here...please...make yourself known.

You didn't do as you were told

The pain in your stomach starts to grow

Anticipation makes you sweat

'cause you know your not ready yet

Wrists and ankles are bound

In leather

Lube is applied

Your getting wetter.

You cry in pain

"Shut up," your told

You grimace with tears

Trying to withhold

Your back is arched

As pleasure takes hold

Your body is writhing

Taking it you moan

Accepting each thrust

You welcome each thrust

Pleasing your Sir

Which is a must

She opens the door, walks in and locks it. Shoes are off, purse is down, and she dissappears into the restroom.  After relieving herself, she takes off her clothes, except her bra and then puts her panties on. He had her give those to him earlier over drinks.  Upon exiting the restroom she finds her way to the blanket that has been laid out.  Her body is tense, mind whirling with thoughts of what could possibly happen, after all this is her first encounter in years.

 She is laying on the blanket, eyes closed, arms at her side. "Are you nervous?" "Yes, Sir." " Relax," he says "I told you I would go easy on you tonight, did I not?" "Yes, Sir."  "Then RELAX." "Tell me about your tattoos, when and where you have them. Be detailed." "Yes, Sir." She explains in great detail, what, where, when. "Show me." "Yes, Sir"

"Take off your bra, you'll be more comfortable." "Yes, Sir." She is obeying to the best of her ability, though she is still very nervous. "Now lay down with your head the other way, move the pillow." She lays down. "In fact, take off your panties." "Yes, Sir." "Now spread your legs, I want to see your pussy." She is obeying without hesitation, but the thoughts are still swirling.

"Pick a number between 1 and 10." "Umm 4, Sir."  Her heart again begins to race and she can hear Sir move about the room. She trys to calm down, relax her body, but it isn't until she feels Sir place the cuffs on her wrists that she starts to feel free.  Next, she feels four s placed on her chest, and she hears him sit.  "I want you to take the four clothes pins and place them anywhere on your body." Immediately she grabs them and places them on her nipples and breasts, unsure of where else to put them.  "Here, let me help you."  He adjusts the clothes pins on her nipples and moves two of them to her clit.  She lets out a deep sigh from painful pleasure.  "There that's better." "Yes, Sir." 

"Smack" an is hit against one of her breasts, then the other.  The stinging is overwhelming and oh so good at the same time. Then "smack" the hits the clothespins on her clit, again and again it comes down.  She is trying not to make noise, but she can't help it. Again her breasts are struck, then it stops.  "See I told you I would go easy on you, aren't you lucky?" "Yes, Sir" "Still nervous?" "Feeling better, Sir."  "So your cuffed on my floor and you are feeling better?" "What are you feeling, and give details?"

She ponders, "I am feeling at peace, Sir, like I am where I am supposed to be." "Good!"  "You may have two minutes to relax." "Thank you, Sir."  Her body is starting to lose its tension, her mind relaxing into a state of comfort.  Oh, how she has missed being in her place.  A place where only a sub can feel free. 

"Come here." She goes to him feeling each clothes pin with every movement.  "Now what do you know of postions?" "Do you mean like this, Sir?" She is on her knees with her hands out and palms up.  "Well yes, but every Dom/sub have their own numbered positions." "In fact, lets say this is position number one." "You on your knees facing me." "Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir."  "Tonight you will learn four positions, and because you are good, i will let you choose position number two." "Ummm, on my back with my hands raised above my head." "Ok"

"For the next two minutes, you may do what you like." "You can lay down, you can cuddle, whatever you like." She immediately sits down in front of him and places her head on his knee with her arms wrapped about his leg.  "Are you comfortable?" "Yes, Sir" "OK, tell me what you like to do?" "As in BDSM, Sir?" "For fun as well."  "Her list varies from cleaning to sewing and from bondage to just serving." "Ohh you shouldn't have told me that you like to clean." "What do you like about serving and don't give me a textbook answer." "I feel at peace, as if I am where I belong, and am being what I was made for, Sir."  "I'm just me"  "Good" "Your a good girl" "Thank you, Sir"  "Position, one!"  She rises to her knees and faces him.  "Put your hands on my dick" She does so.  "Kiss it" "Just the tip" She is obeying without hesitation or questions this time.  "You know I am not going to fuck you tonight?" "I didn't, but I do now Sir." "Pick a room, kitchen, bath, or bedroom." "Bedroom, Sir" "Good, go clean it." "Yes, Sir." "Don't touch the bag." "No, Sir"

She cleans and straightens the room to the best of her ability while wearing the cuffs. Once finished the room is inspected.  "Good job, girl." "Thank you, Sir." "Now you may go lay down." Sir follows her into the room, she lays down. "Now for being a good girl," and with that Sir removes the clothes pins from her clit, she lets out a soft cry.  "You may relax for 5 minutes." "Thank you, Sir"

~~at this point I am sure one would want to know more about the rest of girls night, should I keep it a secret????  Hmmmm, maybe I will give you more tomorrow.

As I sit here listening to "Scottish Moors" my mind wanders to another place and time, one where I am snuggled in the arms of my Master after being used for his pleasure. 

"I have a surprise for you," he says as he wraps my hair in his fingers.  Helping me rise he covers my eyes with his other hand and guides me down the hall.  My heart begins to race with anticipation. "Keep your eyes closed."  I hear the bedroom door, and then Master moving around the room, his footsteps ever so quiet.  Soon I feel his hand touch my shoulder and gently guide me to what I assume is going to be the bed. Instead, there is something cold, yet soft on my thighs.  Master is now putting a blindfold on me, he kisses my cheek, "that's a good girl."  He guides my body and soon I am resting on what seems to be a bench with a leather cover.  He restrains my hands and spreads my legs restraining them as well.  My head is swirling with excitement as I feel his hands carress my body.  Again, I hear him moving about the room, some bags are rummaged through.  He touches my body again, "Shhhhhhh." 

"Click," Thunder is now crackling in the background, I can feel my wetness start to make my thighs moist.  Master knows that music always effects the way my mind works. A few minutes pass, then all of a sudden.....  "smack," Masters hand comes down on my back side, not once but several times. Having already been told to stay quiet, a peep I dare not make.  Master has always let me know when it is ok to be vocal. 

"Smack." again I am struck, this time with something cold and stiff, my eyes are glistening under the mask.  Master strikes me a few more times and by now I can feel the tears. "Ahhhh, that's a good girl." "You know how to make Master proud."  Again I am struck by this new object, and although the tears are streaming, I continue to hold my tongue. Master rubs me down with his hand and soon I feel Masters lips on mine.  Ever so softly in my ear, "Now you may let me hear how much you enjoy being mine."  "Smack, smack, smack,"  I let out a cry. My cheeks are burning so hot, and I can only assume they are quite red too.  "Please Master," I beg "please I promise." "What do you promise, girl?" "I promise to be yours, and only yours."  "Of course your do, my pet....." 

The crackling of the fire is the only noise in the room, the feel of the sheepskin underneath my naked body gives me warmth, but it is Masters arms that make me float on a cloud. I whisper softly "I love you, Master, please keep me always," as a single tear of love and devotion streams down my cheek. Gently, he wipes it from my face. "You will always be mine girl."

The fire in his eyes

So bright

Drinking in her

Lovely sight

His arms of passion

Hold her tight

She blossoms in his

Hands so right

His hands are the handle

Her body the blade

He wields her for his pleasure

She follows and obeys

The sun is shining outside

Inside it is raining

The cold wetness draining

Taking from my soul.

My soul that bloomed for hours

Is dying like flowers

The flowers in Autumn

Before the Winter snows

She kneels in front of the door, waiting for her Master to arrive home.  Her lips are painted red, her toes to match, she knows how he likes her to look.  In anticipation of his arrival she begins to feel wetness carress her thighs and  a tickle start to rise within.

I yearn for the day when this dream becomes reality.  Please Sir, if you are out there looking for her, she is here and ready to serve.

The hunger to serve You is making me flutter inside

i am real, i am honest, i am here

Returning again, I suppose I should also say when I am leaving.  Anyway, I have been staying single, spending time with family and thinking about taking a trip, although I am not sure where to go.  Anyone have an idea?  I hope you are all doing well, and finding happiness.

I have been gone for awhile, just returning to have a peek around and maybe find a friend, one who understands.