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Dhorus
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| Owned, successful, shy, open minded, loving, friendly, forgiving, emotionally secure. I have been blessed with a Master that loves and trusts me. He is Tumuso. His profile is hidden so there is no proper way to ask to borrow me (Dom to Dom). My answer will be no thank you if i'm asked. This profile is made for me and me alone. i like to share stories or experiences time to time. Joys, triumphs, disasters, envy, deceit, jealousy, death of loved ones and friends, grief, mischief, passion, lust, and hope eternal. These things mold life. This has shaped my concept of the word friend. To me this means confidant, shared affection, an ally as well as a D/s partner.
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Note to self: keep your head screwed on straight, dont get carried away, remember your place. Its about fun, not happily ever after :) |
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Had a dream that won't shake out of my head. How strange to be jealous over it. |
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Hello Dear Master:
Instead of sending my thoughts to random net people tonight, i felt like i should share them with you. Tonight, sitting in my empty home, i wish i was naked at your feet freshly marked "like Christ". Slave is feeling a bit lonely and a lot horny tonight. You give me so much attention. Part of me feels guilty for wanting more. i had Friday and Saturday, but today, it feels like forever ago. Is that normal? Part of me says "good, i'm free to go home to me time." Part of me says, "damn it all, i'm alone (lonely)". Is that woman brain or just what it's like in love and lust?
When we are together, my body screams for your touch. It wants you to toss me around like a rag doll and use it like a toy. my hands want to run up your body thighs to back. i want to wrap my arms around you while you fuck me in traditional Catholic proper missionary. Our bodies fit together so perfectly. Instinct kicks in as i feel my hips raise up to meet yours. If i don't think about it, i enjoy it. If i think and realize what i'm doing, i become embarrassed. If i think, "i love him so much", then i fear abandonment and cry. Silly.
When we are apart, my mind ponders the thought of your heart beat and voice. It entertains all sorts of thoughts it should not, then safely tucks them where they belong only to return to them again. If i ever lose my "M pillow", i'll have to make a great search for it online. i place it next to me. Other times i curl up against it. That pink/purple long pillow does not replace you, it only is an aid for when i feel like tonight. Adult make-believe.
Kisses,
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Ty for Friday and Saturday. Such a shame silly me did not take pics to post. Very lovely marks :) |
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Master, all three of us together cannot be diminished. Those ultra-submissive moments fulfill my bi needs as nothing else can. S and i enjoy the impact it has on you. i am comfortable with my second place. However, there is something so special about being one on one. i get to hold onto you with my arms tight. i get all your energy and cum. This may seem silly, but to S and i, receiving cum is a gift. It means we gave you that orgasmic moment and did a good job.
You asked me to let you know what i thought today. Well, for the first time ever, i was not embarrassed about riding your cock while i was on top. The slave did not bury her face into your shoulder and hide. The orgasm was so intense i saw spots and almost pee’d. i had to jump off and go to the bathroom and collect myself. Me, not shamed experiencing sexual freedom and joy. The former good Catholic girl in me still likes the traditional missionary position ;) Dare it be said a heavenly position. So romantic. I cannot even find the words to describe how I feel when you are fucking me so deep and hard that it hurts. I don’t even know if I’m coming or going. This touches my slave sensations to the core.
Tools of the trade: No longer does the wooden spoon hurt my soul. It leaves only a hot burning sensation that tingles the toes. The screen spline whip on the other hand there is only one word: OUCH. The painslut had to crawl away a couple of times and rub her bottom. i think i need the four point restraints with that lovely item! You know how much your slave enjoys lasting marks. It sure left some. Big smile. You have even begun to work on the slaps. They do not stupefy me like they once did. Makes me all shingy inside and the eyes roll back in the head. From love.
i am honored to be in your life and to give you moments of peace, contentment, and passion.
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Kind thanks to those asking to use me. i will not be asking my M for permission to step out with doms. i've been down that path before. It's rude and disprespectful unless predetermined as part of the relationship. In my case, i'm off limits. His profile is hidden so there is not a way to ask him in the proper way (meaning dom to dom). i am so very flattered for the requests, but i am well loved and cherished by my owner. |
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A forgiven slave:
Woke up and ran my little slave errands: bottled water for Master, thick rope, good scissors, beer...
Arrived early. Discovered a handicap room had been assigned. Cannot take that, just in case somebody really needed it. Room changed to the standard. Got a bucket of ice. Fretted with hair. Coworkers just raved about the color. i still was unsure of your choice, but when you said i was beautiful and then later glowing, i felt radiant.
i did a brave thing on top of the hair. Instead of hiding behind the door, i stayed right by it as you came in. i know how much you like an eager, brave slave. That was my goal. Not to hide. Did you notice how long i stared right at you without looking away!? i practiced with imaginary you.
That firm hand grasping at the slaves throat sending her to wooshy land. Kneeling me down, gagged, blindfolded, tying me! Such comfort being tied neck to ass. A big deep breath of contentment came out of your slave. You dragged me up to the bed. That strength is amazing. A nice beating to keep me floating. You asked me what i was thinking at one point. Lots of things: What did i do to be so deserving of this happiness while others suffer? Why do i need M so much? What makes me so special that this man wants to be with me? Why is pain so yummy? Is he going to fuck me now? i want him in me...anywhere..just in ..now.
Tears: Part of me cries because i'm happy. Other times, i feel guilty about taking so much pleasure from you. i've always felt guilty doing something that makes me so happy and Master makes me very happy. Then i just get overwhelmed with emotion. i feel so strongly for you and so lucky for me that it just comes spilling out.
Sometimes when you touch me, your hands feel like fire. It's not that they are hot, but because i want you to touch me so much that when you do, it sends a hot shock through the body. When you're on top of me, not only does it pin me and make me feel like a slave, but it also makes me feel like we become one person. Two holding each other so close that we become one heart.
The face smacks: i really was ready, sort of. Ready for more. i kept saying to myself in my head, "from love, from love". Then i told you i was ready and you said something like you'll do it when Master wants. LOL. i was super relieved and also touched. i wasn't sure if you didn't do more because i was a tiny freaked out, or simply because you didn't want to. i liked that. i like that i cannot guess your next move.
The denial: i wanted to jump back in bed right next to you and you had me at bay! i don't recall what had me go to the other side of the bed, but i liked that better because i was closer. Then the welcome gesture. i got right in.
The nap: i was tired. i had remained sitting up while you reclined so i could stay awake, but i wanted to be next to you and there i went off to sleep land. Your voice...hearing about your travels works every time. i do feel safe with you. No worries at all. So relaxing. i did have a dream btw. i was as the grocery store. Instead of food, i was purchasing giant pillows that would barely fit in my car. You wanted big, fluffy pillows for the apartment.
i told you why i don't shower afterwards. It's my way of taking you safely home with me. You rubbed all over me. When you were in the shower, i was smelling my shirt. As i type this, i still smell like you :) :) :)
and now a tired, happy, well rewarded slave. You give me so much: passion, pain, danger, compassion, care, love. Thank you for accepting me back.
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To those that have asked me about my pics, they are older from months ago. To those that have asked me if i am looking to meet, no i am not. To those that are deleting their accounts a big giant hug (net world does suck). To those that are worried for me, i am fine. i am a strong person, loved and cared for by friends. The stress i'm under anybody would experience the same thing: new home, new job, new city. Life is great. i know my place in this world and am happy for it. Suzy Sunshine left the building for a bit, but then she turned around and came back. It's about time too, cuz i almost smacked the crap out of her for being an idiot. |
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What a horrid understanding of self to come to. i am no better than the next loser on here: unable to make a committment, unable to be loyal, thinking with the crotch instead of the brain! Whomever thinks females are super loyal, meek and helpless is a fool. We are as terrible as the men out there.
A public begging for forgiveness please. Heard something on TV of all places that actually made sense. "The 80/20 rule". In a relationship, one only gets 80% of they think is really needed. Thus, a searching/seeking for 20%. The 20% will give a hot good time. It makes the heart pound and the mind go lovely dark places. The 80% will hold your hair while you barf, give a hand to hold while you cry, lend an ear to listen when you fret, a kiss when feeling blue, a bruise when feeling horny. The 80% asks how your day went and wants to talk to you just because. The 80% cares if i am happy, loved and cared for.
I forgot the #1 rule of the net world: The 20% is out to get theirs. They get; they go.
To my 80%, i say i am very sorry. i did something unforgiveable. Not just lifestyle, but also in vanilla terms. Lusting after somebody else is not good form in any arena. Please let me back in, please. |
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| Age: 25 |
| Clearfield,
Utah |
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