11/25/2012 4:29:04 AM: What a lovely beginning to a week's holiday, Master dressed me in my rubber cat-like hood and used me thoroughly this morning, and so now has dressed me in my finest Sunday best, a black PVC jacket and skirt, (and stockings of course) and an assortment of hoods i shall wear through the day, i have to stay dressed up in my Sunday best and focus on keeping Master hard, and of course remain hooded. Of course, i will aim to keep Him hard through the week, no work to worry about, no schedules to think of, simply Master's juicy, thick and yummy cock!  Delicious xxx

11/24/2011 4:07:27 AM: Master and I would like to wish a very Happy ThanksGiving to everyone in the USA, and anywhere else who celebrates it. Saying this, kind of making me hungry now. Someone save me a Turkey sandwich please. Oh, with sage and onion stuffing if you have it... Have a lovely day!!   sarahslave of Master Andrewslrn 533-366-298  

10/23/2011 1:01:20 PM: There are times a slave may fail, it is a hard weight to bear in the knowing one may have failed in serving the Master you have set about to dedicate your life to.  However, failure is only a pause in the slave life, like all walks of life, there are ups and downs which the traveller journeying through the Master and slave world will at times stumble, even fall.  But a good Master is able to see the pebble the slave trips upon, and sets about redirecting the slave that the slave is more knowing and more aware of pebbles to prevent the same stumbling reoccurring.    Master wrote some guidelines, basic but enough to highlight those things I need to do, to be aware of and by the following of them, will prevent my stumbling, unless of course I dare forget the guidelines.  This is what happens when a slave fails to show initiative.   I adore my Master. I love Him.  He frequently reminds me He gives me heating, and comfort, and companionship which previously I had none of those things.  He does not use me, at least, not like people in my past, but rather, He protects me against my own greatest weaknesses.  In other words, does not take advantage of my weaknesses, in fact, He sets about to build my confidence and to reach my potential.  He is always there for me when problems arise, often, His guidance will be simplistic but with clarity; and more than sufficient that I will understand and be able to follow in order to solve the problems I may think I may be having.  The truth is, there are no real problems, as Master keeps me safe from them.  Problems are really those things I would have created myself internally, and really none existent, but without Master, I doubt I would be able to handle many of the problems which I myself imagine.    Master sends me to work, He makes sure I am never late, He makes sure I never have a day off even if ill.  That is something I am very appreciative of, as I am the sort who, if having one day off due to illness, will more than likely repeat it for lesser reasons.  I can say I have never missed a shift at work, have 100% attendance and punctuality.  That is good and I am proud of that, although it is Master who can only take that credit, not me.    Master bought me a bicycle recently.  It is beautiful, I love it.  Master also bought himself a bicycle, and to ride with Him has been the most enjoyable activity I have experienced.  We last rode through the village, it was truly a moment to remember, even though all we did was simply ride to the village and back.  That is how much I adore my Master.   We are not wealthy by any standards, we do not travel the world, affordability to travel abroad would be a great stretch, but we do travel around our favourite places in the UK.  Master aims to show me the UK, and over time has altered my thinking that the UK is but a concrete jungle - an environment I grew up in.  I live in the countryside now and have seen so much beauty in the UK, I have regained my pride of my nationality.  We may not have the money to go to fanciful hotels in foreign or exotic places, but I have witnessed the beauty of England, and I am most fortunate in deed.  Although, I should say, last month, Master DID take me to the Lake District, we spent the night in a 4 star hotel, it was wonderful.      BDSM remains to be part of our lives, we do not, or at least up until now, have not participated in sharing our BDSM either in a club or with others with like minded minds, Master will remove His belt when He feels I should be punished.  He makes me wear hoods, although to be fair, I want to wear them, as I know it gives Him such pleasure, and so I truly enjoy wearing them.  The punishment hurts, of course it would, but I accept it as a normal part of our lives, and sometimes it surprises me that others are not punished in the same manner, I forget that the vanilla way of life is different to my own, those people do not give or receive punishment.   I am too much of a slave now to understand the ways of vanilla people, their ways are alien to me.    At this moment, Master is leaning across His chair, and one of the cats sleeping on His lap.  It is a wonder sight to see, the cat has found her true home and is loved deeply.  I have much in common with the cat, although currently not sitting on His lap.   This coming Christmas will be our first since living together, I am very much looking forward to it.  I hope my shift rota permits me to spend the day with Master, it would be a day worth remembering.  Our first Christmas, but that is still some way away, before then, bon fire night which Master intends to take me to a fire work display.  To be honest, wherever I go, whatever I do, as long as it is with Master, it is a glorious thing to do.   Master continues to be brutal of me when using me.  As He says, we do not make love, we have sex, He uses me for His satisfaction.  Feels more like rape but it is far from that, I consent completely, utterly, with my whole heart and soul and want Him to use me, to beat me, to fist the back of my hair and pull my head to His cock, or grab me by the back of my neck and force me down on Him. I admit, a girl gets quite horny when forced to give a blowjob when hooded in latex, or wearing PVC.  I love rubber, and although it is not a personal fetish of mine, I do enjoy the wearing of it.  I hope to get more outfits, but all in time.  It can be expensive.  Of course, Master used me un-hooded today, He wanted a quick blow job, dared me to quickly get Him hard , which I did immediately heheh.  I never seem to be able to get used to Master coming on my face, it always makes me giggle.  

8/28/2011 4:27:27 AM: Master gave me a strong reminder today of who and what I am, he hooded me and used this cunt  thoroughly, I was forced to be reminded that I was His possession, His property, owned by Him for His pleasure only.  He fucked me so much I could not help but be reminded that I was just a bitch, nothing more.    I really felt used, I felt so helpless, and now I only feel the slave that I truly am, nothing more.  He taught me a valuable lesson, never to forget who and what I am.  

8/22/2011 9:08:13 AM: Not wriitten anything here recently... Just wondering, why do I get sooo many views of my profile from America ? Obviously there is no one as wonderful as me there....!