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Yesterday was a busy day for this slave.  she went tubing for the first time in her 44 years down the Farmington River.  It was a lovely day and aside from capsizing in the second set of rapids and almost drowning it was great fun to be had.

Master called me on my way home and instructed me to hurry home, shower and meet Him.  Never thought i could get home, shower and be back on the road in less than an hour but i did it! 

Once at Master?s home, He allowed me to great the beasts before sending me downstairs to the ?game room?.  He was hurting as His back was bothering Him and i could see the pain etched on His face.  i hugged and kissed Him and stroked His face in an attempt to comfort Him.  After greeting each other for a few moments, He told me i was overdressed in His presence and i quickly disrobed.  i had missed His touch on my skin and missed being near Him.   He touched me everywhere, not a part of my untouched by Him.  It was heavenly.  i felt as though he would consume me.  He allowed me to taste Him and i hungrily opened my mouth for His manhood.  He suddenly pushed me up and stated we were to play a game of billiards.  i thought billiards?  i just wanted to please Him.  He racked the balls as He explained the rules of the game.  Not ever having played naked billiards i paid close attention.  The rules were similar to a ?normal? game of pool.  He broke and having no balls go in on the break, i was up next and could choose high or low balls.  Not being very well versed in the game of pool, i missed.  For missing, there was a consequence i was told.  He bent me over the pool table and spread my legs.  He stroked my pussy and commented on how wet it was already.  He drove His still hard manhood quickly into me.  i cried out in sheer delight and tried to raise my hips to meet His thrusts.  This went on for perhaps 30 seconds and then He suddenly withdrew noting that it was His turn to play.  i whimpered slightly at the quick departure but stood a little dazed and handled him the pool stick.   At some point during the game, Master tied my breasts up tightly with some rope.  i watched as they became darker and darker purple.  Leading me to the weight bench, He restrained me to an all-in-one machine with some strips of cloth.  He began flogging my sensitive breasts and i squirmed on the seat my slick pussy coating the cool vinyl.  He sucked vigorously on my purple nipples and i cried out as the pleasure mingled with pain.  i don?t know how long this went on as i was reeling with desire and heady with emotion.  Untying me, we returned to the game of pool.

He sighted His ball and struck and missed.  Up again, i managed a low ball in.  My second shot did not land anything in the pocket and i was again bent over the pool table and pumped hard and fast.  i vaguely thought to myself that this was going to be a long pool game.  This went on for several rounds and i was getting more and more aroused.  my body begged with each stroke for more.  At last Master laid me down on the couch and took me.  Running my hands across His chest and over His sensitive nipples, i sensed His orgasm was near. 

This slave has a whole new appreciation for Game Rooms and Billiards.  GRIN.

Master had called to let me know He?d be home soon.  As instructed, i prepared the room and laid out the necessary items.  i tied the ropes to the four corners of the bed.  The room all set, i showered and laid fresh towels for Master.  Retiring to the bedroom, i lit some candles and put the cuffs on and laid down to wait for Him.

i heard Him come in and He called me to Him.  i had made a fresh pot of coffee for Him and i prepared that for Him now.  He sipped His coffee and finished the last of His birthday flan while flipping through the Sunday paper.  He now dismissed me to the bedroom to wait for Him.

i lay on the bed thinking how happy i was to see Him.  i was so horny and needed Him to take me.  i heard Him in the shower and i smiled happily to myself ... Master was home.  When He came to me, i could smell the sweet clean smell of soap and shampoo.

He rolled me onto my belly and took my ass in His strong hands, spanking me sharply a few times.  Then opening my cheeks, He spread my nether hole wide.  i gasped as the cool air from our bedroom struck my gaping hole.  i felt slightly humiliated by the methodical examination.  Stepping away for a moment, i heard the familiar snap of a rubber glove.  He returned to his examination of my ass and lubed it and my pussy generously.   i squirmed as the cool lubricant slid down my slit coating my pussy and clit.  If i thought i was humiliated at the exam previously, it was nothing compared to what followed next.  Using His gloved fingers and probed my ass roughly and deeply.  i moaned softly into the sheets as He continued probing my ass and now adding several fingers into my pussy.  i felt impaled and despite my humiliation, i was deeply aroused and i raised my hips now to meet his probing fingers.  After several minutes of this, i was wild with wanton desire and moaned loudly as Master continued His assault on my love holes.

At last He removed His hand and discarded the glove.  He returned quickly with a plug for my ass and rolling me onto my back, secured my hands and feet spread eagle to the four corners of the bed.  He gagged and blindfolded me and then struck my tits and pussy sharply as i cried out.  The cool air assaulted my now slick pussy and i squirmed again, testing the ropes.

Before i knew what hit me, i felt a burning hotness as Master poured hot wax on my pussy.  i screamed and tried to close my legs; anything to ease the pain and fire on my pussy.  as i whimpered and cried behind the ball gag, He told me to open my legs.  i cried harder now and begged Him to stop.  He responded by pouring wax onto each of breasts and over the nipples.  i screamed and reflexively tried to cover my breasts as the fire and pain broke out over my entire chest.  Panting now, Master spoke quietly into my ear, ?This is what happens to slaves who question their Master.?  In my panic, i could not recall the offense and i pleaded with Master to stop the assault.  More wax on my pussy and i lost control and started sobbing loudly.  The wax was so hot; i felt it was burning my pussy.  ?You will not question my authority any more, will you leora??  i choked out a pleading ?No, Master, i will not? and begged and pleaded with Him to stop the liquid fire on my pussy.  Now that the wax had hardened, He grazed his fingernails over my stinging flesh and i cried out anew.  i heard someone screaming and suddenly realized it was me as He kept raking at my tender flesh.  i heard myself begging and pleading for it to stop.  It stopped but was followed by the swift strike of the flogger and i thought i would lose my mind.  my pussy was on fire and even the softest touch sent tears streaming down my face.

Releasing my legs, He pushed them forward and mounted me with a force that took my breath away.  His cock drove into me and my pussy screamed as the hot flesh stretched around his hardness.  He reminded me that i was His slave, and He would take me whenever, wherever and however He wanted.  As kajira, it was not only expected of me but required.  He began pounding into me; driving his hard cock deeper and deeper.  i screamed as the pleasure mingled with pain.  My wrists were tied and my legs pinned above me, leaving my pussy open for the taking; there was no escape.  i howled as He drover harder and harder into me.  It was fevered and frenzied and He growled as He raped His slave.  i was delirious, unable to distinguish pain from pleasure sobbing like a baby.  Despite the pain my pussy felt both inside and out, i felt my orgasm cresting as did Master.  Instructing me to open my eyes and look at Him, He told me to cum.  As the floodgates opened, He pounded me with such brut force, i nearly passed out.  His orgasm followed immediately after mine and we collapsed a tangle of arms and legs. 

As i lay regaining my composure, i was struck by how my body, mind and soul responded to His methodical examination and the raping that ensued.  In my humiliation, i discovered i had no control over my soul?s desire to submit, to honor and obey.  It was deep within me and something i cannot deny.  Something Master had said to me during the frenzy also struck me.  He said i could beg Him to stop, plead for mercy but stated that He knew i would not ... could not ... ask for such a thing.

The wax, the examination and the raping were all necessary.  For in the carrying out of this lesson, it was quite clear that i am plain and simple a kajira; Master?s pleasure slave.  And every once in a while, this harsh lesson must be taught to remind this slave of just that.  There can be no denying it; i was born to serve, honor and obey.

i love You Master and i thank You for Your guidance along this path of complete and total slavery.  

~your johari

Birthday Celebration

We celebrated Master?s birthday today.  i was excited and nervous as i had been practicing a special dance for Master in honor of His birthday.  While we waited for Mistress to arrive, i put the music on and did my best to provide a seductive striptease as a prelude to the day?s festivities.  To my delight, Master was pleased.

i assisted Mistress Nijah in preparing a wonderful meal for Him.  It was a lovely meal of shrimp and pasta.  i had made Master?s favorite flan for dessert as well. 

After lunch we retired to the bedroom.  Mistress and i lay naked on the bed awaiting Master and wondering what was in store for us.  When Master came in, he took turns spanking Her ass, then mine.  As i instructed i lay there with my eyes closed so i don?t know what He used to strike but it sure stung.  i cried out ?Master? once or twice but didn?t want to ruin His day by wimping out.

Suddenly He stood up and motioned us off the bed and He lay down.  Mistress and i looked at each other, not knowing with to do next.  We teased Master by suggesting birthday spankings but of course, that was not granted.  Several more moments passed, and i just did what i do best, and began pleasing Master by caressing Him, and kissing him.  Mistress followed suit and took his hard cock in Her mouth.  i kissed Him all over, focusing on his sensitive chest.  Within minutes, He was writhing and moaning in pleasure, His eyes wide as He took in the sight of His two slaves pleasuring Him.

We brought him to the edge of ecstasy over and over again and delighted in the look of pure joy in His eyes.  Mistress mounted Him and ordered me to sit on His face.  He honored me by pleasuring me while She rode Him and it was pure heaven.  She turned around and rode Him reverse cowgirl and wanting Her pet slave in front of Her, She ordered me to kneel in front of Her with my legs spread.  i eagerly complied and She began rubbing my clit.  It felt so good and i wanted to cum.  i begged Her to let me and she said ?not yet pet.  Wait till I tell you.?  She continued to ride Master and He was in heaven watching the two of us perform for His amusement.  i was so close and desperately wanted to cum and i begged Her again.  She said ?yes, pet on the count of three ... 1 ... 2... 2 1/2 (oh this was torture!).... 3!  The flood gates opened and i came screaming and panting thanking my Mistress over and over.

Now, ready to cum himself, Master stood and lay Mistress down.  Mistress instructed me to get a toy, put it inside me, and sit down in the chair at the foot of the bed.  i complied quickly.  As Master started fucking Her, She told me to turn the toy on and rock.  Doing as i was told, i rocked and watched Them on my bed.  Mistress was nearing orgasm and Master was pounding Her hungrily.   Within moments, She came and He followed suit and they collapsed in a heap on the bed.  Mistress ordered me to cum which i did gratefully.  Sighing softly to myself, it was a good day as both Master and Mistress were pleased.

While Mistress rested, i bathed Master and got Him some clean clothes.  Happy Birthday Master!!  i hope You enjoyed your celebratory meal and dessert.

i love You.

~your johari

Every once in a while i have feelings of doubt.   During these times i express myself to Master and suggest that i want to be a free woman.  He patiently listens to me as i go on and on about how i want to be ?free? and that i don?t want to have to ask for everything.  He quietly points out that i am now as free as i could ever have imagined; bound by boundless love.  ?You are truly a free slave, bound beyond a collar, words or the vision of service to me.?  i wondered briefly what he meant by that as he often speaks in terms similar to parables.  But without thinking i responded, ?not a free woman but a woman freed by her slavery.?  His response is brief, ?you?ve answered your own question my johari.?

It strikes me how easily those words came to me ... without thinking.   It?s difficult to want and need something so deeply and yet be so terribly petrified by what it means.  Why do we always second guess ourselves?  i?ve always been a big proponent of doing what feels right; not necessarily what society says is right.  And yet, i struggle to hold on to that last thread of control in my life ... why is that? 

The need to serve runs deep within me and i have never been so fulfilled as i am as Master?s slave.  He is a strict, demanding Master yet He is so loving and patient with this slave.  i love and adore You Master.  Thank You for guiding and nurturing me along this path of spiritual freedom.

Love is born of faith, lives on hope and dies of charity.

~Author Unknown

There is something about attending a wedding that intensifies love, affection and devotion in the attendees.  It was our first wedding together and it struck me how easy it was to serve Master while in the middle of a perfectly vanilla event.  With all the love in the air, you saw the wives, girlfriends and yes even slaves doting on their men; waiting on them hand and foot and just plain enjoying it.  Today?s modern thinking has women thinking they need to be independent and less focused on pleasing their man but at weddings all those pretences are dropped ... at least for the time being. 

It was a lovely evening spent with You Master and i enjoyed every dance we had together and i have never felt closer to You. 

i love You.

~your johari

this slave got to spend the whole evening with Master last nite.  this slave picked Him up early and we had dinner together.  Then He indulged her and led her to Our bed.  this slave had been a horny lil slave and needed for Master take her any way possible.  He laid her out on her back with her ass near the edge of the bed.  He left momentarily and when He returned, He had her double headed dildo.  this slave mused that He meant to fill all of her hungry holes.  However, when He lifted her ass and slid His thick, hard cock in her ass, this slave was surprised and whimpered softly as this slave wanted to feel His cock in her pussy.  He manipulated the dildo into her dripping pussy and bent the remaining head forward onto her clit and then began pounding her ass.  The dildo penetrated her pussy while the head rested on her already sensitive clit.  Before long this slave was swooning and feeling crazed and frenzied as only a raping of her ass could evoke.  her pussy and her ass were filled and stretched at the same time and as the pounding continued, this slave became more and more frenzied.  this slave was delirious with pleasure and then heard Master instructing her to cum.  this slave clamped down on the rods that impaled her and came hard panting like a lil dog in heat.  Now it was Master?s turn and this slave put her hands on Him, his thrusts became more insistent and at last He exploded inside.  We collapsed on the bed together; our desires quenched and rested.

The rest was only momentary though for we had to get up and shower and head to the monthly play party.  This was one Master did not wish to miss as all the August birthdays were to be celebrated at the party and His birthday is this month.

The theme for this month?s party was beach party so this slave dressed in her bathing suit and straw hat to attend.   We mingled with the other party goers and enjoyed good food and conversation.  We adjourned at that point to the play rooms upstairs going to check out the body decorating station that was set up special for this party. 

We wandered into the main playroom and Master restrained her to the cross.  He began with a series of what this slave call light and fluffy toys and then ramped up with heavier and more intense blows.  this slave struggled to bear with the blows but they seemed unbearable at that time.  Ever had one of those days where your tolerance to endure was in short supply?  Well, this night her tolerance for pain was very low and this slave took each harsh blow personally.  this slave wanted to curse and run away from Him and the pain that He brought.  this slave started to cry, not because of the pain but because of the thoughts running through her head.  this slave felt conflicted and out of control.  Master seemed to sense her distress and began speaking quietly to her of His pleasure at having such a lovely kajira.  He reassured her of His love and devotion.  He dried her tears and held her face while He stood close; calming her.  He began again and again this slave wanted to run but her desire to please overcame her fear.  this slave began crying anew and He said this slave could beg Him to stop.  this slave wanted to so desperately but this slave did not want to disappoint Him so this slave said nothing.  this slave have no idea what He was using on her ass and thighs; she just knew it stung something fierce.  this slave heard His breathing change and knew He was coming into his own head space.  Not wanting to disrupt His high, this slave set her resolve to bear all that He gave.  At last it stopped and He was drying her tears and holding her close. 

We gathered our things are were saying our goodbyes and preparing to leave when a gathering crowd caught our attention.  It seems a sub was celebrating her birthday.  As is customary with our group, each Dominant is given the opportunity to wish the sub a happy birthday in his or her own special way.  After her ass was bared, the Mistress of the house gathered up an armload of ?implements of pleasure? (as Master likes to call them) and approached all the Dominants in attendance.  Each armed with their choice of implements, Master included, they began her birthday spankings.   There were at least a half a dozen Dominants armed and readied for this task.  She was instructed to count each blow; starting at her age of 25 and counting down to 1.  She pinked up quickly and bruises even began to spread across her ass and this slave winced at her pain.  When Master?s turn arrived, He announced that it was His birthday this month too and He was not 25 or 30 or even 40 years old.  He was 42 and the spankings administered were to be 42.    She visibly flinched upon hearing this but set herself for the task at hand.  Master reveled in the task before Him and as this slave rarely get to watch Him in action, this slave was enthralled at the sheer joy in his eyes.  By the time all the Dominants were done, she was sobbing but overall a very happy girl.

Twas another lovely night spent with her Master.  this slave loves You.

~your johari

My beautiful Mistress,

Thank You so much for the lovely evening last night.  Dinner was wonderful and spending time with You and Your family was enjoyable and just what i needed after a long, tiring week.

As relaxing as the evening was, there was a certain edge to the evening as we occasionally caught each other?s knowing eye or how we chuckled at a reference to something essentially benign to most but meant something entirely different and wicked to us.  ::smiles::

i adore You Mistress and i look forward to all time spent with You.

~leora

Master Please

Please Master can I touch your cheek.

Please Master can I kneel at your feet.

Please Master can I loosen your blue pants.

Please Master can I gaze at your chest and its lovely hair.

Please Master can I gently take down your shorts.

Please Master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes.

Please Master can I take off your clothes beneath your chair.

Please Master can I kiss your ankles and soul.

Please Master can I touch my lips to your muscled thigh.

Please Master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach.

Please Master can I wrap my arms around your big tan ass.

Please Master can I lick your groin with my wet lips.

Please Master can I touch my tongue to your rosy asshole.

Please Master may I pass my face to your balls.

Please Master please look into my eyes.

Please Master order me down on the floor.

Please Master tell me to lick your thick shaft.

Please Master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull.

Please Master press my mouth to your cock.

Please Master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly till your hardness fills my throat to the base, till I swallow and taste your delicate cock.

Master push my shoulders away and stare into my eyes, and make me bend over the table.

Please Master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist; expose my pussy to your shaft.

Please Master push me up, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath of your spit and your thumb stroke.

Please Master make me say Please Master Fuck me now Please.

Master grease my ass and pussy with sweet vaseline.

Please Master stroke your shaft with white creams.

Please Master touch your cock head to my wet hole.

Please Master push it in gently, your elbows wrapped around my breast; your arms passing down to my belly, touching pussy your touch with your hard fingers.

Please Master shove it in me; a little slave that loves you.

Please Master make me wiggle my rear to eat up your thick cock till my ass cheeks cuddle your thighs, my back bent over; your thick sword stuck throbbing in me.

Please Master pull out and slowly roll into the bottom.

Please Master lunge it again, and withdraw to the tip.

Please Master hurt my nipples till my tears draw you deeper.

Please, please Master fuck me again.

Master drive it down till it hurts my softness.

Please Master make love to my ass and my pussy; fuck me like a good slave slut.

Please Master tenderly clasp take me to thee and drive in my belly your sweet hot rod.

Please Master drive me; thy vehicle, body of love, sweat fuck body of tenderness.

Please faster oh God please Master.

Please Master make me moan on the table like the slave you made me.

Please Master fuck me in your rhythm; pull back, bounce and push down till I loosen my holes like  a bitch on the table yelping with terror delight to be loved.

Please Master call me a dog, bitch slave, an ass beast, a wet pet and juicy pussy.

Please Master fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull.

Please Master plunge down brutally hard and spurt out your semen heat over and over, ramming it in while I cry out your name ...

I do love you.  i am your slave my loving Master.

The long awaited day finally arrived.  i was to serve Mistress for the very first time.  i was anxious both because i knew not what to expect from Her yet and because i have craved a Mistress for some time.  

Master arrived first and sent me to change.  i put on a sexy satin chemise and cuffs.  i took my panties off, knowing better than to present myself with them on. 

Mistress and i have talked frequently over the last couple of months so i knew Her fairly well and we?ve bonded as sisters.  When she arrived it was nice to see her again and we hugged.  

i waited, kneeling on the floor for her.  When she came up behind me and wrapped Her hands in my hair, i was putty in Her hands.  She lowered her voice and told me to stand.  She began in earnest spanking my ass asking me to thank Her for every one.  She realized the toys were upstairs and commanded me to crawl up the stairs and wait for Her.

When She and Master entered the bedroom, my heart raced in anticipation.   She began paddling my ass with various paddles.  Naked now, She flogged my back, legs, ass and feet.  i was swooning lost in pain and pleasure.  Then i heard the tell tale swish in the air seconds before the cane struck my ass.  The cane is not my favorite toy and one that i seem to have little tolerance for.  Over and over again She swung, alternating sides.  My vision blurred and i felt the first tears welling in my eyes as i tried to process the pain.  But the blows were coming fast and furious, barely giving me a chance to breathe in between.  The tears were flowing freely now as my last thread of control ebbed away ... the pain like fire on my ass.

i was then gagged and tied standing, spread eagle to our grand canopy bed and She began again.  She and Master alternated.  Over and over, back and forth to the point where i did not know who was striking me, and with what.    Hands, whips, canes and lips caressed my body and i was lost in a sea of swirling emotions.

When at last i was allowed to lie down, i was tied spread eagle on my back.  They worked together to clamp my nipples and clit.  The pain in my clit was excruciating but i tried to process.  When She returned, i begged Her to release my clit from the horrible clamp.  As she removed the clamp, the blood surged sending new and more intense waves of pain throughout my clit.  i choked out a Thank You Mistress from behind the ball gag.  i then felt the lubricated head of a dildo between my nether lips and gasped as the dildo was plunged into me.  i briefly mused that i would have hardly needed lubricant given the heightened state of arousal i was in.  She began working the dildo in and out of my pussy and i rocked my hips to meet it feeling my orgasm building.  Faster and harder She worked it and i begged them both for release.  When it was granted, i came screaming and writhing, tears streaming down my face.  ?Enjoy it slut because the dildo stays in?, Master breathed into my ear.  i lay there panting, trying to catch my breath as Master moved to take Her.  Her moans roused me and i saw Him lay her down and plunge deeply into Her.  Such a lovely sight to watch but being tied prevented me from participating ... such sweet torture.  His capture complete, the three of us rested; a tangle of arms and legs.

As i rub my hand gently over the welts i received from my beautiful Mistress today, i am excited all over again and can?t wait to serve Her again.

with this slave?s grateful thanks to both Master and Mistress,

leora

It was wonderful to spend time with You last night, share a meal and just hold one another and talk.  i had missed You and my week was tough so being with You soothed my soul.  Of course, feeding on You and pleasing You fed me in more ways than one.

i love You Master.

~your johari

It?s hard to imagine that i could miss You any more than i already do when apart but being on vacation this past week away from You was unbearable.  Yes, i got to see You mid-week on my birthday and that was heavenly.  i spent every waking moment thinking of You, our relationship and the profound love that we share.  It?s difficult to fathom how love and Dominance can affect me so deeply.  i thought i experienced love but nothing compares to how i feel about You.  It?s so powerful and intense at times, that it?s completely unnerving.  The vulnerable part of me makes me want to shield myself and my emotions from the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness this love creates while the emotional, loving and nurturing side embraces it fully.

Last night when we came together as Master and slave that profound love was even more evident and our time apart more deeply felt.  When Your hands and whip touched my body, i was in heaven and i realized how acute my need to serve, honor and obey You is.  Our time together leaves me shaken to the core and craving more and more time of You.

i love You Master.

my birthday is complete!  i got to spend the day with You Master.  a lovely day at the beach, a lovely coupling with You, and all is well with the world. 

i love You.

kiss,
leora

On the subject of Master's new slave ... Najah. 

Oh She's so lovely, a warm and emotional person.  Just as Master likes. 

Being a slave through and through, i cannot fathom the thoughts of topping Her.  She is strong and willful and Dominant in my eyes.  i only hope that i can fulfill the desires of two Dominants in my world.  i crave nothing else truthfully.

Such a strange paradox we have here.  Yet for this slave, there is nothing more i could ask for.

Though i am first slave, i am just that ... slave.  i live to serve and nothing could please me more than to know i am pleasing to both Master and Mistress Najah.

"Freedom permits a woman to live without a man. Slavery makes a woman need a mans touch... Slavery, of course, is the surest path by means of which a woman can discover her femininity. The paradox of the collar is the freedom which a woman experiences in at last finding herself, and becoming herself."

Page 160 - Magicians of Gor

i had been looking forward to this day off with Master for a couple of days now and it didn?t start out the way i planned.  i was late by 30 minutes and Master was not pleased.  After i picked Him up, we went back to His house as we had some time before we needed to meet our lunch date.  We immediately went down the game room where unbeknownst to me i was to be punished for my tardiness.  Within minutes i was naked from the waist down and bent over a table and Master began the spanking.  This was no playful spanking, as He reiterated with each swat how He despises slaves who are late.  Knowing better than to argue, i simply accepted my fate.  To my shame, He was making a phone call to our lunch date, a Domme who has expressed an interest in using me for Master?s pleasure.  i soon discovered She was on speakerphone and was being briefed as to my tardiness.  She no doubt could hear each swat as they landed on my bare ass and He told Her of His disappointment in me.  He ordered me to ask Her forgiveness for my tardiness.  i spoke in a meek voice when i asked Her the first time but by the time i was prompted to ask again more loudly and clearly, there was a pleading in my voice.  She said she was still contemplating and noted i?d remember now not to be late again.  And Master never stopped spanking me and my ass was on fire and i was panting like a dog in heat.  Then i became aware that He meant to take me while administering this punishment and She was still on the phone!  He instructed me to ask Her for release.  i was speechless for a few moments as i hadn?t even met Her!  my humility peaking, i asked Her if i could cum.  As soon as She said yes, Master drove into me while never taking His hands off my ass and swatting me over and over again.  i was overcome with emotion and shame, my ass and pussy on fire and i came instantly while Master and Mistress listened to my raw desire laid bare to them.  i was roused from reverie by Master ordering me to thank Mistress for Her kindness in allowing my release.  i did so gratefully and we hung up.

The lesson given, we hit the road for our meeting with Mistress.  We had a bit of drive but it was a lovely day and we were in no rush so we set off in no particular hurry.

We arrived a few minutes early and were strolling through the parking lot enjoying the warm sun when we hear Her calling us.  She approached us and greeted us warmly on the curb outside the restaurant we agreed to meet at.   Once inside, it was apparent to me that She was a dominant woman used to taking the lead.  As we were seated, She and i sat next to each other and i found myself steeling glances at Her.  She is lovely and has very striking eyes.  She isn?t what one would expect in a Domme but was very emotional, warm and caring in her dominance ... much like my loving Master.  i watched the two of them and they seemed at ease with one another as well.   The conversation flowed easily and before i knew it, She had to go back to work and we were leaving the restaurant.  i wondered when we?d see Her again as we drove Her back to work.  It was such a lovely lunch but far too quick!

We stopped and did some shopping along the way home and soon we were headed back to my place as Master was not through with His slave yet.  Upon arriving home we relaxed a few minutes and before i knew it, i was nearly naked and on my knees before Him.  i wanted to take Him in my mouth and please Him for having spent a wonderful day together and show Him that i was sorry for my earlier tardiness.

my ass was still hot and tingly as if He had just finished the spanking only moments ago, not hours.  Grabbing a handful of hair, He guided me to Him and i was lost in my desire to bring Him pleasure.  i thought briefly to myself that there is nothing more natural than me on my knees naked before the Master that i love and adore.  We adjourned to the bedroom where His flogger lay within His grasp.  i lay naked, open and bare to Him as He flogged my belly and breasts.   i was gasping and doing my best not to cover myself as the stinging tips of the flogger grazed my nipples.  In one fluid movement, He grabbed my hips pulling me forward and taking me swiftly.  i cried out in sheer pleasure and ground into Him with wild abandon.  i had waited for this moment for hours and could not get enough of Him.  i felt as though He would consume me and absorb all of my energy, devotion and surrender.  Our coupling became fevered and energized and i was lost in a sea of swirling emotions and sensations.  At last i heard those words, ?cum for Me slave?.  The dam broke and the tidal wave crashed all around us as wave after wave of orgasm swept through us. 

Thank You Master for another lovely day together.  This slave has learned that tardiness will not be tolerated.  Today?s punishment served not only teach me what?s expected but also to remind me of my place at Your feet. 

i love You Master.

Master, i felt such contentment last nite as i snuggled close to You.  Cooking for You is always a source of enjoyment and fulfillment.  Battling this bronchitis has been emotionally and physically draining so being able to rest in Your strong arms was wonderful.  And then You sent me to bed after a proper flogging and i slept dreaming of the day when You will come home every nite to me.  Until then, i cherish every moment i spend with You. 

You are my sun, my moon, my rock, my love, my Master ... my everything.  i love you.

If i close my eyes, i can almost imagine You here, Your hands on my body, Your breath in my ear.

Until Wednesday Master ...

It had been far too long since we were together as Master and slave.  Sure we get time together as man and woman but it doesn?t always allow for lessons.  That?s why i was looking forward to the play party last nite.  It allows the M/s dynamic to flourish with no restrictions.  Though my every day activities and thoughts are of You as Master as schedules and activities are asked for and decided upon by You, i crave our interactions as Master and slave.

i dressed to please You in a red bustier, black thong and short lace petticoat.  Last but not least, my 5 inch black stilettos.  i broke one of the garters as i was dressing and was not able to wear the red lace topped stockings as i had wanted.  They surely would have completed the outfit.

After a bit of socializing, we went down the dungeon.  it was cool and damp despite the hot temperatures outside.  Within moments i was blindfolded and in the swinging chair, arms and legs secured above my body.  i was quivering with anticipation as it had been so long since we?ve played.  True to form, You began quickly paddling my thighs.  i noticed right away that my pain tolerances have lowered and was squirming within minutes.  i was trying to process the pain when You asked me to count each stroke.  That?s a difficult task when faced with pain and trying to process.  As the cadence and intensity increased, it became harder and harder to keep count.  One particularly hard stroke to my left thigh left me dazed and panting trying to process and i lost count.  You began anew asking me to remember the count.  At one point You began striking my bare feet but being blindfolded i could not determine with what.  i never had my feet hit before so was a new sensation for me.  It was easier to maintain the count there.  Though i could not see You, i could hear Your breathing change as the sight of Your slave suffering for You excited You.  i live for that change; when You come into Your own realm of dominance ... i can hear it; i can feel it; and i can sense it.

Warm up complete, we rejoined the party.  Warm up?  Oh boy!

We wandered upstairs to the main playroom where Mistress L was giving a lesson on proper caning.  Before i realized it, Master was saying i would serve as her demo slut for this purpose!  As i climbed on the spanking bench, i pondered the cane.  not my favorite toy!  i was not concerned for my safety as Mistress was quite accomplished and knew me well.  She had two Doms that she was speaking to.  Before i knew it, there was one on each side following her instructions.  There was a warm up and then several hard strikes of the cane to my bottom and thighs.  They were ?laddering? the welts.  i knew immediately when Mistress performed the strikes as they were swift and harsh and right on the money.    It was at this point in the evening, that my thoughts blur and i lost track of who was striking me and with what.  my mind was reeling and i was floating in and out of subspace only vaguely aware of my surroundings.  i became aware of Bell at one point caressing my hair and back and of course her spanking technique is legendary.  Master returned and took over where the others left off.  i don?t know how long i was there but knew that Master increased the intensity and the pace alternating between many different implements of love upon my already tender skin.  There was a rhythm to the beating and i was lost to everything but the sound of His voice, His breathing and the fire in my ass and legs.  He was like the conductor and my body His instrument.  i?ve no idea what He hit me with but just when i thought i could bear no more, He stopped and ordered me to rest.  As i stood up, i was dazed and confused, still high from the endorphins that kicked in.

As i rested, i became aware of others in the room; friends i hadn?t seen in a while.  As i greeted them, they said they had seen me before i had seen them.  Yes, i would imagine so, i thought to myself. 

 Master was eager to see the gift i had bought Him.  It was new set of nipple clips with bells.  i know He loves the slave bells on me though the nipple clips were not my favorite thing.  As He applied them one by one to my nipples, i cried out.  i was so distracted by the pain, that i was unable to do a simple thing such as applying my cuffs to my wrists.  We moved to the rack and He imprisoned my wrists above my head.  He focused in on the now very erect nipples squeezing them to the point i thought i would pass out and then even harder still.  my screams were quite loud and He decided a ball gag was in order so He removed the clips as there was a perfectly good set of clips attached to the ball gag.  i whimpered at thought of this because once attached they pulled my nipples upwards and if i thrashed my head, they pulled simultaneously on my poor nipples.  Again He began with a wooden paddle i believe striking my already tender nipples and breasts till i screamed ?please Master? which although not a safe word since i am not allowed one, it gives Him a sense of where my tolerance is.  Suffice it to say, i do not use it much.  He moved to my backside and began striking me, asking me to dance and wiggle my ass for Him.  He was moving in rapid succession all over my ass and thighs, making it difficult to develop any kind of rhythm.  Several blows stopped me in my tracks and left me breathless trying to process the pain.  His voice reminded me to continue dancing or He would return to the front and torture my breasts some more.  i can?t be certain how long we were there as once again time stood still and i was gone to that happy place where i am transported through pain to the ultimate pleasure.  Knowing my Master was fully entranced in the power exchange made it that much sweeter.  i was roused from my reverie when Master released the nipple clips.  As the blood rushed back into my bruised nipples, the pain was white hot and i screamed behind the ball gag, drooling and biting down.  Sensing my distress, Master was kind enough to rub my nipples to increase the blood flow and my screaming began anew.  At last He released me.  Good thing I was easy on you pet since i know you?ve not been feeling well.  Easy?!  Good lord.

Today as i rub my ass, the welts are tender and i am instantly transported back to last night.  They are gentle reminders of my Master?s love for His slave and a sweet reminder of the power of the M/s relationship.  my mind, my body and my soul is in His hands for safekeeping and He would never let any harm come to me.  He knows what i need to feed my slave heart and this is why.... He is Master and i am slave.

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.  i just know it makes me want You more and more.  i want You close to me always and forever.

Master is an excellent driver

Tonight Master treated me by preparing a sumptuous feast for dinner.  He arrived home and went immediately to the kitchen to begin preparations.  He was making a decadent meal of chicken Alfredo with basil fettuccine with fresh corn on the cob.  It was an especially satisfying night for me as i didn?t have to cook.  As my Master?s slave, i always cooked and saw to His needs so this was a rare occasion indeed.  i sat nearly naked in the kitchen watching Him at work.  Periodically, He gave me small tasks to do.  At last He called me to His feet and allowed me to feast upon Him while He cooked.  i had missed Him dearly and i wanted to show my appreciation for His culinary talents so i was eager to please Him.  Concentrating on the task at hand, He didn?t let me linger there for long.   The feast now in the oven for its final phase, He sat down and i cleaned up the dishes and set the table for i was to serve the meal. 

The meal was absolutely heavenly; so rich and tasty.  Kudos to my Master who is a very talented cook.   He even allowed me to feast upon Him while He ate.

After dinner i washed His feet before we retired upstairs.  Once upstairs, He immediately found His flogger and began flogging my ass and thighs.  It was sudden and fierce; no warm up tonight.  It had been so long since i felt the flogger on my skin.  We lay together on the bed; me between His legs feasting and Him flogging my ass, thighs and pussy.  As the fire built in my pussy, i arched my body toward the flogger welcoming the heat building in my sex.  At last He permitted me to mount Him.  i rode with wild abandon enjoying our coupling immensely.  He suddenly ordered me to cum quickly.  i briefly thought, i am not ready to cum ... i couldn?t.  But my body reacted to His voice, His command, and i felt myself nearing climax.  i rode harder and faster while He gripped my breasts tightly in His strong hands.  i came hard within seconds but continued riding; i didn?t want this moment to end.  The tension and stress of the day came flooding out of me in a cascade of tears.

After bathing Him, we lay down to rest in each other?s arms; a Master and His kajira.  i love You Master.  Than You for a lovely evening.

My mind drifted; i missed Master so much.  i was so horny.  i needed to feel His touch, His whip upon my skin.  i sent Him a message begging to cum.  i so desperately needed release.  My clit was a hard nub, aching to be touched though i knew not to touch it without permission.

at last He messaged me.  i could cum but i must act like a total slut for Him using my plug, my dildo, clamps on my nipples and ball gag.  i groaned at all the preparation for what i knew would take only a few minutes for release to come.  My need to please and my pent up sexual energy drove me to the toy chest to gather the necessary items Master requested.  As i lay down on the bed naked, i lubed up the plug and slid it home.  i swear i could have cum right then and there but i controlled myself and took a couple of centering breaths.  As i lay there catching my breath, i felt my juices beginning to flow.  Like warm water, they trickled down to my ass and the plug nestled within.  A sigh escaped my lips.  Now the dreaded ball gag ... and the nipple clamps.  Again, i was overwhelmed by sexual craving ... i?m such a slut ... always wanting, needing, craving Master?s cock.  For a brief moment i wondered, ?did that make me bad??  i shook those thoughts out of my delirious mind and reassured myself that these things pleased Master.  Once again i attempted focus, clarity in my mind for the task at hand.  Gathering up the last toy, my big black dildo, it hardly needed lube now, i slid it home, deep within my pussy.  i had all i could do to not cum right then and there ... i was so ready.  But, i wanted to savor the feeling and imagine it was Master above me, all around me and in me.  After several strokes of the dildo, i couldn?t contain myself any longer and i came screaming, panting and clawing at the bed sheets my ass contracting around the plug.  i reeled in the ensuing bliss.  After what seemed like an eternity, my breathing slowed and the contractions ceased.  Though satiated for the moment, the craving and longing for Master continues ....

thank You Master for allowing Your slave such selfish pleasures. 

How doth He enslave me?

He took the time to know me, what makes me tick and uncovered my deepest, darkest needs.  Then He took the time to nurture and feed my submissive soul and opened my mind to my slave heart.  His hands are around my heart, holding it and keeping it safe.  His love and guidance nurtures me every day and allows the true slave inside me to grow exponentially each and every day.  I feel Him inside my heart & mind, all around me, enveloping me with His love even when He is not with me.

And now His collared slave for a little over a year, He knows how to keep me always wanting more and more of Him.  Always on the edge of love and madness at all times so much so i feel i will drown in His love.

Oh such sweet distress ... 

i am owned
Master loves me without exception
Master keeps me safe from all harm
Master wants me before any other
Master thinks i am beautiful inside and out
Master lets me knows i am special,
i am His alone
i am owned
i am collared
i am Master's forever.

The hardest part of being a slave ... in a word ... DENIAL

Just Always Remember

That i Do Love You

For You are the Person

With the Gift to See

Into My Heart

 Ne?er could two people be more suited for each other than You and i Master.  My deep need to submit and serve feeds the beast within You and unleashes Your so very dominant nature.

As we came together as man and woman, Master and slave, my pain, Your pleasure, it was as if two worlds collided and exploded around me.  My senses reeled and i was swept away as You took me, taking what belongs to You and You alone.  i had so missed the exquisite power exchange that exists between us.  As our passions crested, all the time we?ve spent missing each other seemed to melt away and all that was left was our raw passion and heat.

i love You Master and i miss You every minute i am not with you.

~your johari~

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

i need
i ache
i want
~You~

Love:  a warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion; or the object of attachment, devotion, or admiration

That definition is courtesy of Webster.  But, that hardly captures what it?s like to be in love does it? 

Love sneaks up on you when you least expect it.  I don?t know the day nor the hour that i fell in love with Master; i just know that my love for Him is overwhelming.  To hear His voice on the phone, to see His warm smile and to feel His strong embrace is so soothing to the soul.  When He is not here, i ache for Him.  My need to be near Him is intense whether that be at His feet, or wrapped in His arms as we sleep.

The day He collared me i wept for joy for now i was His and His alone.  The love and adoration in His eyes as He locked the collar into place was all consuming.

It is because all these things are present that i can unconditionally give myself over to Him to do with as His wishes.  To hear the catch in His breath as the whip strikes my skin for the first time is so rewarding.  His skilled hands touching me everywhere, his breath against my skin, the whip striking over and over is music to my submissive soul.  Through His lessons of love, He has set my soul free over and over again.  He knows me so well, that we are like a finely tuned clock working in synch with one another and the true power exchange flourishes and blooms like the first blossoms of spring.

As man He is full of genuine compassion in all that He does.  He is fiercely devoted to those He loves and He does all within His power to protect them.  As He holds me tightly and takes me, my emotions overflow and as our passions crest, the tears flow freely down my face.  i cannot imagine my life without Him for He is my world, my rock, my everything.

Ti Amo, Mi Amor.

~leora

No one likes to be punished.   It is however an inevitable event when one is trying to teach and/or correct inappropriate behavior. 

As stated in my earlier journals, i have been punished quite a bit lately.  After having some time to ponder why this is so, i have come to this conclusion.  In this life as a slave ? which is a path i?ve gone down willingly -- there is no black or white, no right or wrong, there is only Master?s Law.  This distinction is what i had lost sight of the last few days.  Quite simply put, Master?s Law is the only way and if i stray from the rules, i should expect to be punished. 

There is no pleading one?s case when Master?s law is broken; only the fact that you have disobeyed remains.  Then it is up to Him to decide what my fate will be.

What this comes down to is this:  A slave must have total faith and trust in her Master that He always knows what?s best for her.  Questioning His decisions suggests that she does not trust Him.   So every time a slave breaks a law, not only does she disappoint Him by disobeying but she implies that she does not trust His judgment.  Shamefully, i admit having faltered in my faith which led me astray from Master?s Law.

For my transgressions, my privileges were revoked for the day and i was to wait naked and cuffed for His arrival.  Once He arrived, i was whipped, then thrown into a cold shower and cuffed to the walls unable to escape the frigid water.  After what seemed an eternity, the water was turned off and i was led to the bedroom.  He tied me spread eagle to the bed and began whipping my naked wet body.  Oh how much more it hurts when your body is wet and cold!  He rained down blow after blow upon my pussy.  The pain and shame were unbearable.  There was no escaping the blows and my cries became louder and louder and i struggled in vain against the ropes.  Just when i thought i could take no more, He stopped and untied me.

i followed Him downstairs and He began to talk quietly to me, reinforcing His Law.  The tears flowed freely now as i listened to Him speak.    After everything was made everything clear to me, He tucked me into bed for some much needed rest.

Moral of the story:  If you do not like punishment, do not break the law.

i?m sorry Master that i did not trust in You.   

Being a slave is what i have always yearned for in the deep recesses of my mind.  i wasn?t made aware of it for many years but once i was, it was like a whole new world of fulfillment opened up to me. 

Being a slave has it drawbacks too.  For example denial, which has always been difficult for me.  In my mind i feel if i have been good and have not misbehaved then i should be granted release.  However, as my D/s relationship has evolved, i now know that?s not true.  What is true is that my body is not my own, my orgasms are not my own.  All that i am is for Him and for pleasing Him.  And it pleases Him to control my orgasms.

Sometimes the base animal in me becomes selfish for its own pleasure.  Last nite was an example of that.  i was given a task and completed though the outcome was not what Master wished.  It was out of my control, but nonetheless it was not the desired outcome so i was not granted release.  my selfish need came out and i argued my case with Master.

i realized the error of my ways too late and Master lost His patience with me.  For questioning my Master, i am to be punished.  It would be waiting for me when i returned home for a nite out with the girls.

Upon arriving home early this morning, the email awaited me.  For my insolent behavior earlier, my punishment would be harsh and last the entire weekend.  As i read my fate for the weekend, i noticed how Master had tied in my selfish desires with the punishment and to make my hunger more intense so as to appreciate when i am allowed physical pleasures. 

i was to fill my ass with the plug and wrap my bottom in a diaper for bed each  nite for the entire weekend.  i was not to be granted release at any point.  as i prepared myself for bed and slid the plug home, my desire crested and i whimpered softly.  for you see the plug serves to heighten my need and to remind me that i am not the one in charge.  Wrapping the diaper around me encased all the heat and desire and kept me in a state of frenzy the entire night.  Every time i moved throughout the night, the plug shifted and aroused my desires once again.  

Such sweet torture ... and that was only night #1.

Thank You Master for correcting my behavior and reminding me of my place.

Master and i attended our monthly lifestyle party last nite.  It?s lovely to be able to spend time with Him in such an environment ... where i can openly be His slave and serve Him.  During our play last nite, He allowed Others to have their way with me and we tried new things.  Though the evening was very trying for me and painful (grin), it was the sheer delight it gives Master that makes it all worthwhile.  Every day i live to please Him for in my service to Him, i am completely fulfilled and blessed. 

My thanks go to the Sirs who assisted in showing me the way of total submission for my Master?s pleasure.

All that i am is for You ...

There shall be no one but You ...

You fill my heart with joy & love ...

to serve, to love, to honor, to obey ...

All that is mine is Yours.

i love You.

~leora~

An excerpt of one of my favorite artists, Anthony Hamilton:

(Here's to you)
any and every little thing
(And what you mean)
I'm in love with you
(I thank the Lord above)
for sendin me your precious love
(you're all I want)
I can't wait another day

Baby i can't for another day
why dont you come on thru
i wanna be close to u

your the icin on the cake
a special holdiay
since I laid eyes on you
i knew you were the one

Lying naked across Your lap,

pure heaven as i rest my head.

And then, just then

You entwine Your fingers in my hair

and

begin spanking my bare ass.

Those first couple startling,

rousing me from my reverie.

As You increased the pace,

the intensity, my senses cried out

registering the pain, i squirm,

trying to avoid the blows

which are much harsher now.

Without even realizing it,

i feel my juices flowing,

my humility blooms,

the tears flow,

and the heat spreads over my ass.

Now You have me where you need me,

needing You, wanting You,

knowing my place.

Your hands touch me everywhere,

all that is mine is Yours,

nothing can i hide from You.

At last, pleasuring You,

i feel Your fire, taste Your desire,

You grant me the ultimate gift,

and i drink, finally fed,

my slave heart at peace

for Master is pleased.

© leora 2008

oh how i wish the time would pass quickly

to feel my love's hands entwined in my hair,
His hands upon my skin,  
His mouth upon my lips consuming me,
giving His lessons of love,
binding me, whipping me,
Taking me.

all that i am is for You.
soon Master soon.

~your johari~

Master knows what's best for His slave, He always does.

Happy Easter!

A true Master knows that His slave needs to feel Him always around her, in her heart, in her mind and in her soul in order serve Him best and put His needs before her own.

In doing so, He instills such deep emotional love from His slave that all she can think about is Him and serving Him.  And she would do everything in her power to please Him.

i am consumed by thoughts of You, every minute of every day.  You are the first one i think of when i open my eyes.  i dream of You.  You are the last one i think of when at last i lay down my head to sleep. 

Do i feel You?  ~ Oh yes! 

5 days to contemplate my disobedience. 
It's been a rough week
and
the next 5 days aren't looking so good either.
*sigh* such is the life of a slave

i hate that i miss You so much
i used to be an independent woman

At last the weekend had arrived and Master and i were attending a lifestyle party Saturday night.  My week was long and stressful and i desperately needed the love and companionship of my Master. 

Upon our arrival we socialized and mingled with friends.  There was a nice assortment of food and drink and we settled into the atmosphere.  Master and i struck up a conversation with another Dominant and soon the talk turned to violet wand and electrical stim.  i discovered that Master was intensely curious about this type of play.  Our friend offered to give Master a few pointers.  A lil more food and drink and we retired to the play room.  It was still quiet here as most were still socializing downstairs.

Master perused the wide array of toys and asked me to put some music on.  i put the first cd i could find in and pressed play.  it was a bluesy kind of rock music with a deep bass.  as the bass thumped, Master instructed me to lean over the spanking bench and wiggle my ass for Him.  i placed my hands on the bench and arched my back and began to rock and grind to the bluesy bass.  When i felt the first sting of the cane across my ass, i momentarily lost my rhythm but tried to stay focused.  the cane is not my favorite toy.  the sound it makes as it cuts through the air is unnerving all by itself and the sting and sharp pain is unmistakable.  i closed my eyes and felt the first beads of sweat breaking out on my brow.  Again and again He swung the cane, alternating between seemingly loving strokes to sharp biting blows.  Satisfied with the cane, He asked me stand and dance for Him.  Still feeling the bass, i pressed my ass against His manhood and started a slow seductive dance, grinding my ass into Him.  i felt my juices begin to flow and could tell by His murmurs of praise that He was happy with my performance.

Instructing me back to the bench, He told me to stay put that He was sending Another for me to serve.  It was very warm in this room now and i felt a sheen of sweat all over my body now.  i heard someone behind me but no words had yet been spoken so i still wasn?t certain who it was.  The first smacks on my ass roused me from my reverie realizing that they were not Master?s hands for a slave knows her Master?s blows from anyone else?s.  it was then that i felt the first shocks of the violet wand and i knew who it was.  He was using His hand as a conduit to deliver the stimulus to my body.  Not having really experimented much with this type of play in the past, i was not sure what to expect.  It was sharp, tingling and stingy all at the same time.  His hands danced over my arms, legs, back and ass; alternating between quick touches which produced a sharp searing jolt to continuous contact which produced a mild stimulating tingle which made the hairs on my arm stand up and gave me goose bumps.  The fact that i was so warm made the various sensations so much more pronounced.  Finishing up with the wand for the moment, he spanked me in rapid succession and whispered that He would go and locate Master for His lesson with the wand. 

 i was dimly aware of more people in the room now though i was unclear as to how many were there.  i heard Master return and knew for certain He was there when His hands struck my ass.  After spending some time spanking me, my ass was hot and tingly and i squirmed on the bench.  He stepped back and i and was vaguely aware of some instructions being given as to how the wand worked.  He touched me first on my ass and the combination of tender skin and stimulus produced quite the sharp effect and i squealed softly.  Master then proceeded to play with the different types of effects that are produced with the stim.  His touch was altogether soothing to my soul and yet the electricity running through His fingers unnerved me slightly.  i heard our friend telling Master that the nipples were very sensitive to the wand and Master was eager to try and instructed me to stand.  i was frightened and nervous about the prospect of electric play on my nipples and hesitated slightly.  ?Get up slave and turn around!?

Shaking slightly i turned around and faced them.  After running his hand over my breasts a few times, Master decided my hands must be cuffed behind my back to allow Him unhindered access to them.  i was whimpering and squealing as the shocks went through my nipples and seemingly through the very core of me.  Very pleased by my reactions to the wand, Master asked what other conduits besides one?s hand could be used.  Our friend returned with a knife and i started crying softly.  It was a large knife and looked very sharp and i knew that metal would conduct more strongly.  as Master ran the knife across my breasts and nipples, it seemed searing and hot as well as sharp and biting.  i felt for sure it was burning me.  i was trying to be a good and obedient slave but i wanted to run; it was frightening and at times quite uncomfortable.  But oh, Master was so very pleased with this new form of play.  i felt it in His touch and could hear it in His breathing.  This encouraged me to be brave. 

The two Dominant men before me took turns inflicting the sharp biting jolts and the warm, caressing stroking of continuous touch.  i dared not look, i could not.  i kept my eyes closed and submitted to the ministering of pleasure and pain delivered to my body.  i felt myself swooning and struggled to stay seated on the bench as the sweat that had broke out all over my body had me slipping and sliding.   The shock to my pussy roused me and i screamed as this was a completely different kind of discomfort.  i begged with my body for that to end and was rewarded with the soft caressing stim of continuous touch.  i struggled to get my breathing under control and heard Him whispering comforting words to me as my breathing slowed.  Again He ramped up with the sharp, biting pain as He tapped my pussy.  Caressing hands, pinching fingers, and slapping took on a whole new meaning with electricity.  i was on the edge of insanity when Master sensing my distress finished the scene.  i opened my eyes slowly and as they adjusted to the light, i saw that many more people had gathered to watch us.  i felt heady and dizzy.  After I thanked the other Dominant for my lesson, Master uncuffed me and gathered me into His arms and kissed me, His heat still beating fast in His chest.  my service to Him and to the Other was pleasing to Him, He quietly said to me. 

A perfect end to a difficult and emotional week; my slavery once again grounded me and fed me mind, body and soul.

You know when you get some news that is so unsettling that you can't breathe, can't think and all you feel is lost, anxious and scared?  With this being a recent occurrence for me, i am blessed that Master took me, held me, comforted me, supported me and gave me when i needed to feel nurtured, safe and loved.

When two people can weather such an incident with compassion and understanding, you know it in your heart that this bond can stand the test of time.  In fact, getting through something like this will strengthen the ties of love that bind.

Master, You shall forever hold the key to this slave?s heart & soul.

kiss.

Master, Your love and support means more to me than You could know.

thank You.

Life can be trying, difficult and just plain stressful.  After an emotionally trying week, it was comforting to know i would be spending the night with Master for that is the one thing that is natural and right. After our plans for attending a party were postponed, i shopped and prepared a sumptuous meal of fresh seafood and vegetables.  i love to cook for Master as it pleases Him so.

We settled in for the night simply holding one another.  Never have i felt so content, so warm, and so safe lying in His arms.  When we are together as we were last night, it?s as if the whole world melts away and it?s just us.

i savor You, i exist for You, i soar with You ... i love You.

~johari

in the days where making a simple living with an honest wage is getting harder and harder to pull off, it's a welcome comfort to know that i can take solice in my slavery.  You are my everything Master.

~johari~

Master, i appreciate the many privileges granted to me.  thank You for allowing tonight to happen.  i enjoyed my time with my friend.

i have missed You so when You were away.  welcome home.

kiss,
johari

Even today i run my hand across the welts on my ass and think of our night together i am reminded of my place at Your feet.  i am forever taken by the connection we share.

love You Master.

i need You Master.
i need Your whip upon my body ... it's tendrils snaking their way into my soul.
i hunger for Your presence.
i crave Your still quiet power.
i seek to give up all my demons.

tomorrow You will set me free.
and i cannot wait to fly.

they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

we'll soon see.

i can't breathe when You talk to me
i can't breathe when You're touching me
i suffocate when You're away from me
So much love You take from me
i'm going outta my mind


J.Holiday

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ti amo mi Maestro

It was so good to see You today Master.  It's always a joy to cook for You and to just be near You.

i'm glad You liked Your gift as i had hoped. 

i could lay in Your arms and at Your feet for hours and feel so content and at ease.

i love You Master. 

for what else could i give my Master that He doesn't already possess?

He has my heart
He has my mind
He has my body
and He has my soul

~kisses~

Valentine's Day is coming soon. 
::muses:: 
what does a slave get her Master?

~at last~

one more day till i see Master! 
i can't wait!

missing You is the hardest part of my life.

i have never known such heights, such love,
as what You have given to me.

i miss You.

i look to the sky and dream of the day we can be together forever

Being a slave is not always easy.  Sometimes the desires of your Master are not synonymous with your own.  Even though your slave heart desires to do all that pleases Him, it is a rough emotional ride.  While at the flea, i failed to follow Him where He wished and let my fear consume me.  For that offense, i knew i was to be punished.  While in theory i said no, saying no to one?s Master is reason enough for a punishment, the place He wished to take me crashed all my defenses in and i lost control thus embarrassing Him in public by my disobedience.

Then the endless waiting for the punishment you know is to come is unbearable.  Not knowing what it will be or when to expect it.  Sometimes this is part of the punishment and sometimes life just gets in the way.

Master came last night to deliver the harsh lesson.  The preparation was unnerving to say the very least.  Every whip, every flogger, every paddle, every cane, every piece of rope, clip, clamp ... literally every device we owned was to be laid out for His use.   And though i had set my mind to the task of accepting my fate with shame and humility, i was not prepared for what was to come.

All of my limits were pushed the farthest they have ever been.  Through all the flogging, caning, whipping and paddling, though quite severe, the pain was not at the forefront of my mind.  The disappointment Master felt at my behavior was all i felt.  It was all consuming, completely overwhelming and excruciating.  My mind grappled with the pain i physically felt and the pain and shame at having upset my Master.  This went on for hours and at last my mind broke and i sobbed uncontrollably.  He held me close while i recovered from the night?s events.  i was lost, wrapped up in the acute emotional strain that resulted.   After some time i became dimly aware of Master explaining that it was a punishment; it was done and over with; learn your lesson well pet.

Later, wrapped up all warm and tight in the blankets, He took me and the resulting release was like a warm rain washing over me; comforting me.  At last we slept.

Today the marks i bear upon my body remind me sharply and exquisitely of my place beneath His feet.  I love You Master.

~your johari

i love my presents Master but what i love even more is the delight in Your eye as You dream of using them.  kiss.

Denial is not only a name of a river, but a gift from my Master.

Just always remember
that i do love You
For You are the one
with the gift to see
into my heart

At last, when all the summer shine 
   That warmed life's early hours is past, 
Your loving fingers seek for mine 
   And hold them close?at last?at last! 
Not oft the robin comes to build
   Its nest upon the leafless bough 
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,?
   But you, dear heart, you love me now. 

Though there are shadows on my brow 
   And furrows on my cheek, in truth,? 
The marks where Time's remorseless plough 
   Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,?
Though fled is every girlish grace 
   Might win or hold a lover's vow, 
Despite my sad and faded face, 
   And darkened heart, you love me now! 

I count no more my wasted tears; 
   They left no echo of their fall; 
I mourn no more my lonesome years; 
   This blessed hour atones for all. 
I fear not all that Time or Fate 
   May bring to burden heart or brow,?
Strong in the love that came so late, 
   Our souls shall keep it always now!

Elizabeth Akers Allen 

For those of you who read my journal regularly, i know that i say ?i have had one of the best days ever? quite frequently.  *smiles*   Since i have met Master, i am happy to say that i have had many such days.  Every day that i serve Master and He is pleased, is an important day for me.  However, there are several instances that rank high in importance for this slave.  The first occasion would obviously be the day that i agreed to serve Him and only Him.  The second occasion would be the day that His steel collar was permanently affixed around my neck.  The third occasion was this Christmas when he bestowed upon me a beautiful ring that symbolizes our love for one another.  It is commonly called a ?couple?s ring? but was more formerly known as a ?promise ring?.  This delicate gold ring displays our two birthstones nestled together and is inscribed with our names complimented by two diamonds.  It?s so lovely and could not more perfectly symbolize our love for one another and i can?t stop looking at it.  For as with His collar, the ring proclaims to all who see it that i belong to my Master.

After reading His favorite poem to Him, i knelt before Him with tears of love streaming down my face and accepted my gift.  As i unwrapped it, His whip rained down on me like fire as He beheld His slave before Him offering her body, His body, for His pleasure.  He stood before me, His manhood inches from my face.  Taking the ring from me, He placed it on my finger and kissed me and said ?Merry Christmas slave? and i was filled with so much joy.   i wanted to taste Him but waited anxiously for permission to do so.  i wanted to show Him how much i loved my gift and how much i loved Him.

And when at last He took me, took me in His arms and made love to me, i was overwhelmed as i surrendered my mind, body and soul to Him.  After seeing to His needs, i begged Him for release and the tears flowed freely now as i wept with utter joy and pleasure.

Merry Christmas Master.

Ti amo,

Your johari

i am a slave girl.  i live to be the obedient, grateful, vulnerable object of such lust and power.  i have always dreamed of it.  i wish to be choice less, to be overpowered, and made to serve my Master

Master,

It was so lovely spending the day with You today.  i had missed You so much and loved doting on Your every whim and desire. 

Thank You for today?s lesson as well Master.  The humility and shame i felt at having disappointed You to the point of correction, was unbearable.

i find that each and every moment away from You has become unbearable and i live for the day that we can be together always.  That is why when we connected today as Master and slave ? man and woman ? i was overwhelmed with emotion and the tears flowed freely.  i have never loved so deeply or so completely before.  The connection we make on so many levels is amazing.  This love we share is all consuming and every thought i have is for You, every breath i take is for You and i cannot imagine my life without You. 

As noted in The Four Gifts, the day Your collar was affixed around my neck i gave You my love, my mind, my soul and my surrender.  At each step in this path we?ve journeyed down, the depth and breath of devotion has grown.  And even though i have been cognizant of the progression of our love, it wasn?t until today that the full enormity of it struck me.  For you see, the final phase of surrender comes now that my heart, my mind and my soul is laid bare for You to see ? all of me.  There is nothing i can hide from thee.  That last thread of control i had, over my emotions and my need for You, has been given to You this day.

i am yours forever.

~your johari

This slave reflects today upon "denial".  it comes in many forms from Master and it is a gift to a slave who seeks only to please her Master. 

Denial truly tests the will of this slave.  whether she be denied social events, clothing, or orgasm, the humility it teaches is truly amazing.  To know everything is in Master's hands is to a certain extent comforting while it teaches her patience. 

As He recently mentioned "not all good things come to those who wait pet."  

We all know such things are granted only if it pleases Him.  And so, she will try to graciously accept what He wishes for her.

It had been a while since we attended a play party together so I was looking forward to it.  I was a bit uneasy as the theme was ?slave auction? and I didn?t want to be sold on the block.  Who would buy me?  Would anyone buy me?  What would be expected of me once purchased?  I went with a nervous flutter in my stomach. 

I dressed as expected all in black complete with thigh high lace topped stockings, boots, corset and skirt.  I wanted to make You proud as I stood on the block.  My humility would show as I waited to be purchased but I would do my best to fetch a good price.

Upon arriving at the party, we said our hellos and mingled socially as it has been some time since we have seen our friends there.  After a short time, we went down to the basement to see what was going on there.  Finding we were alone, I admired the sex swing hanging from the ceiling and remembered our last session there.  You ordered me upon the chair and put my boot clad feet in the stirrups and moved my hands to the rings.  Pulling up my skirt, you exposed my pussy and began whipping me.  The sting was intense but I soon found myself teetering on the brink of subspace.  That was when You kicked it up a notch.   Alternating between my ass, my pussy and my breasts You whipped me in rapid succession and I cried out as the pain increased.  You whipped the tender parts of my inner thighs and I squealed and tried to cover myself.  I am embarrassed to say that I had to be told to open my legs.  The fire on my pussy and inner thighs was so hard to bear but I obeyed as I knew this was pleasing to you.  Harder and faster the blows came to my pussy, thighs and breasts that I could not breathe, I panted like a dog in heat aware only of Your breathing as this excited You so.  The tears flowed freely now as I succumbed to Your will.  And just when I thought I could stand no more, You moved away asking me to pull myself together and meet You upstairs.

Moving upstairs to the large playroom, the hour growing late, it became evident the slave auction was not going to take place.  Many people were actively playing now and the screams and shrieks of submissives filled the room.  You asked me to remove my clothes and put the cuffs on both wrists and ankles.

You affixed my cuffs to the 4 points of the wooden X and applying the blindfold, You moved away.  Robbed off my sight, I could hear the sounds of play around the room and waited for Your return.  I heard bells near my ear and knew Lady T was near.  After spanking my ass a few times she said, you know who this is?  Oh yes, I knew who it was.  She told me that You had asked her to warm me up.  She used a variety of toys from her hands & nails to a flogger and a wooden paddle.  As I felt the first sting of the paddle, I started squirming and squealing as this is clearly not my favorite toy!  Realizing she had found something that got my attention, she starting paddling harder and harder, covering my arms, legs back and ass with stern swats.  And then You were close again and before I realized, You were applying the nipple clips and I screamed as you tightened each one. I could hardly focus on Lady T around me as the fire crept into my nipples and the white hot pain intensified.  Abruptly she left, and I slumped against the wooden frame that held me captive. 

I knew when You had returned because you buried your hands in my hair pulled it back tight.  My breath came in rapid gasps as my neck was stretched tight.  I felt Your hands caressing my face ? yes my slave it has been much too long.  Indeed it had as my tolerance for prolonged beating has weakened.  I wanted so to please You but I felt I could not take much more.  The flogger struck my back and legs and pussy, raining down fire with each stroke.  As it wrapped around and struck my sensitive nipples, I tried to writhe away but my bonds held me tight.  It was then I felt the familiar sting of the wooden paddle once more.  Your swats less forgiving than Lady T?s, You paddled harder and harder; hitting one spot over and over and then moving off to another part of my body; from my hips to my thigh to my ass to my calves.  I felt the beginning of madness start to creep in like tendrils of fog and wanted to scream ?please Master No!? and the tears began to flow from beneath my blindfold but You moved away then.  I leaned against my restraints and let the tears come freely now.  But there was not to be a reprieve as You returned with the dreaded metal forks.  Dragging the sharp metal tines over my overly sensitive skin was maddening and I screamed and screamed barely able to control my breathing.  I sobbed openly then ? finally giving all I had over to Your will.  The next thing I became aware of is that had You released my bonds and sent me off to freshen up.  As I made my way to the bathroom with my clothes in my hand, I felt delirious as only a proper lesson will do.

And as we sat in a quiet alcove later on as I recovered from the scene, Your arm around me that held me close and the hand that softly stroked my hair and face, I heard You remark how truly lovely and intoxicating it was to take my gift.  Indeed the power exchange between Master and slave is unrivaled and gift to be cherished.

I love You Master.

~you johari

Kajira Creed
 
He is Master,
 and i am slave.
 He is Owner,
and i am owned.
 He commands,
and i obey.
 He is to be pleased,
and i am to please.
Why is this?
Because He is Master, and i am slave.
~Explorers of Gor~

The holidays, in particular Thanksgiving, are times for giving thanks for the good things we have in our lives.  Examples could be family, friends, Masters, submissives, slaves, prosperity, and good health.  It?s also a time to remember those who have touched our lives in one way or another but who are no longer with us.  It?s a gentle reminder to each and every one of us to be grateful for our many blessings.

This Thanksgiving i was blessed with time spent with Master feasting, laughing and sharing with family and friends and being able to share the love i have for Master with those special and precious to me. 

The more time i spend with you Master, the harder it is to be apart from you.  i am grateful for each and every moment spent with you.

Today as I write, I reflect upon the love, adoration and devotion of this slave to her Master.  I?ve said it before and I?ll say it again, it takes time, commitment and perseverance for a good D/s relationship to bloom.  I believe this is true of any relationship, at any level, but it?s especially true in this life we choose.

When I set my foot down this path, I had no idea where it would lead me.  I just knew it was calling me.  I knew I was submissive but did not think that slave would ever suit me.  In the early stages of this journey, I met some knowledgeable and very capable Dominants.  I learned much from each of them. 

But it wasn?t until I met my one true Master for life, that things began to change for me.  As our relationship developed through all its trials and tribulations, I realized that it was in my blood, my heart and my soul to be a slave ? to be His slave ?La Kajira.  I found myself thinking of Him always and always in ways to serve Him better.  I never dreamed I?d be collared but when that day happened I was overwhelmed with love and devotion.  I cherish my collar with all my heart and soul.

As we recently celebrated another year together as Master and slave, I find myself dreaming of Him while I sleep and thinking of Him every waking minute of my life.  All that I do, I do for Him.  It?s such sweet agony to be away from Him and I look forward with such joy all the moments spent together.   I have never felt so free, so complete and fulfilled than I do at His feet. 

Abrigaré le para siempre mi amor, mi señor y Maestro.  Ti amo.

~The following words were sent to me from my Master.  The author is unknown but its sentiment is strong and one that all who read, can identify with on some level.~

Few things are more glorious than when two people who love each other come together as one.  The wait was long and the anticipation great.  Master called upon me early this morning to inform me that he was coming for breakfast.  As I dragged my weary body from bed, I smiled to myself as I had been missing him so.  It?s a joy to cook for him and you know what they say, the way to a man?s heart is through their stomach.  *grin*

After breakfast we retired upstairs.  I started the shower for him and began preparing the bed for us.  I waited for him naked & cuffed anticipating his hands, his whip, his mouth upon my body.  When he arrived, he bound me spread-eagle on my belly to the four corners of the bed.  With my legs spread far apart, my sex was so exposed.  Despite my vulnerability, I felt my juices beginning to flow.  It was then I realized he was applying the purple bondage all over my back, legs and thighs.  When it became clear he planned to encase my sex with the bondage I struggled to close my legs in a vain attempt to protect myself.  He anticipated that and spread my legs roughly apart.  Though he said nothing, I knew not to attempt that again.  After propping my head, he allowed me to feed upon his manhood and began whipping my back, ass and legs.  I was swooning in each and every sensation.  He alternated between whipping me with the whip, ripping off the bondage and the cane.  I was lost and reduced to my most primal needs.  I was stripped of all control and existed only to please him.  I was in a frenzy and kissed him wherever I could reach.  He grabbed my hair and pulled me head back and kissed me.  I felt his need, his hunger and my hunger matched his, kiss for kiss, lick for lick.  He released my wrists and for a moment my arms were dead weight.  In a flash, he was behind me pulling my hips towards me and I knew he meant to take me.  I panted like a dog in heat and tried to meet him but my bonds held me tight.

He released my ankles and swatting my ass commanded me onto my back.  Moving swiftly he gathered me up and took me in one sudden movement.  Our primal needs exposed, our coupling was emotional, savage and all consuming.  We were overwhelmed by rapture and sheer bliss.  At that moment, nothing else existed but the two of us and our love for one another ?his dominance and my submission ? the power exchange complete.

Thank you Master for your guidance, your love and support.

I love you.

~your johari

As you worked steadily at tying my wrists and ankles, my breath came in shallow gasps as the purple bondage that bound my breasts encased me and made it difficult to fully expand my lungs.  It had been too long since I had felt your ropes and I reveled in the euphoria that crept like tendrils of fog into my head.  The anticipation was building as I wondered what today?s lesson would be.  Swiftly and without warning, you struck my breasts with your bare hands.  The sting was intense and the bondage served as a conduit for spreading the heat and pain throughout my chest.  I screamed in surprise.  When you returned with the scissors, I was thankful that the bondage was to be cut off.  I closed my eyes and leaned into the rope.  It was then that you ripped the bondage like one rips off a band aid.  The pain was excruciating and my skin felt like it was on fire and I screamed, trying to catch my breath.  As the air hit my sensitive skin, the pain intensified and I sobbed as the burn spread over my breasts and nipples.  It felt as though my skin had been ripped off and I attempted to cover myself but the ropes held me tight rendering me immobile writhing in pain; the tears streaming down my face.  Your caressing, though seemingly gentle, awakened the fire over and over.

Now the whip was raining down fire and ice upon my body.  I relaxed into the ropes that held me immobile as the sensations built within me; feeding me, filling me, reminding me that I need this; I live for this purpose.  I could feel you; feel your need and hear your breathing intensifying.  The whip was hitting my pussy now and working its way up and down my body.  I felt myself slipping away to subspace and was vaguely aware of my moaning softly; an almost rhythmic sort of chant.  I was so engrossed in this feeling, that I barely noticed you had moved away only to return with the dreaded nipple clips.  As you affixed them, the fire and ice began anew in my nipples.  And, when you begun feeding on them, the combination of pain and pleasure was intoxicating and I squirmed beneath you. 

I wanted to touch you, taste you, please you but you were teasing me.  I whimpered as your manhood was so close to me yet due to my bondage, I could not reach it.   I panted like a dog in need of water, thirsting for you.  You delighted in feeding me for a few moments and taking it away and feasting on my body, knowing it was whipping me into a frenzy.  Finally you released me, rolled me over and ripped off the remaining bondage.  I had forgotten about that piece and I screamed and curled into a ball trying to catch my breath.  After several moments, I crawled to your side whimpering softly waiting to be allowed to taste you again.  After what seemed an eternity, my wish was granted and sought only to bring you pleasure.  As your desire crested, I drank ? my thirst finally quenched.

This was a brief conversation with a Master: A Master asked a woman that he was pursuing  "What kind of Master are you looking for?" She sat quietly for a moment while not looking at him in the eye. "Do you really want to know Master?"   Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."

She began to expound... "As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a Master what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of a Master or a Mistress for that matter.  I need a Master who is striving for perfection from his slave at all cost because I don't need nor want to be his burden.?

?I am in the position to ask, What can you bring to the table Master?" The Master looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "Master, I am not referring to money.  I need something more. I need a Master who is striving for perfection in every aspect of his/her life.?  She said, "Master, I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation as well as mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded Master?.  He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to please explain. ?I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked...believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. I need a Master who is striving for perfection from his slave at all cost because I don't need nor want to be his burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive, caring, loving and dominant enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded and bound to his collar.?

?I am looking for someone who I can respect and admire in order to be submissive slave, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a Master who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive, he just needs to be worthy of my gift.?

?God made me a woman, now I need a Master to make me his slave. I can't help a Master if he can't help himself.? When she finished her spill, she looked at him.

The Master sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, "You are asking a lot.?

She replied, "But Master, I'm worth a lot."

My heart aches when I talk to you
My heart aches when I don?t hear from you
My heart aches when I long for you

I don?t know why
You?ve taken over my thoughts
I can?t explain

You?re still a stranger
Far away
I want you close by

I miss your embrace
Holding you close
My heart aches

I miss you!

Thursday?s dinner was lovely as we celebrate two years together this month as Master and slave.  Having those close to us share in the special event was the icing on the cake.  These two years have been a learning experience as you got to know what makes your slave tick and I learned what it takes to please you.  Each experience brought us closer both emotionally and physically, strengthening the bond between man and woman ? Master and slave.

God has blessed me in revealing to me my one true love ? my one true Master ? for life.

I love You.

~your johari

my body is a vessel for Your pleasure

my breasts for Your hands,

my mouth for Your mouth,

my pussy for Your cock.

When I am allowed to touch myself for Your pleasure, it feeds my slave heart.  Hearing Your voice directing my actions, fuels the fire in my loins.  I can feel you beside me, all around me, touching me, spanking me, pinching me; driving my body into a frenzy and delighting in my sweet torment.  When at last I am granted release, the fire finally quenched, I scream as the orgasm rips through my body leaving me breathless, tears streaming down my face.   Master is pleased ? this slave is brimming with joy.

Within you I lose myself...
Without you I find myself
Wanting to be lost again.
~Author Unknown

Love Hurts

interesting the many connotations those two words have, isn't it?

So nice to have you home Master.  Even though it was just the weekend, any time away from you is felt by your slave. 

~your johari~

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
~Shakespeare

The party theme was Back to School and the food theme was Cafeteria Foods.  When I arose this morning, I planned to prepare my dish to bring to the party.  I chose macaroni and cheese as that was one of the only foods I remember clearly from my school years.  I loved going to the parties because it?s one of the few events where we could go and totally be ourselves ? Master and slave.

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We arrived around 8:30pm and settled in and said our hellos.  The house was quiet with only 20 or so on the guest list; even less there when we arrived.  Tonight was to be a light night as Master was tired and I did not even bring a toy bag with us.  After munching and socializing for a few minutes, Master and I went upstairs.  It was cool and dark and no one was in the playrooms except for us.  We walked around admiring the art work and implements of massive pleasure.  The play space is massive with hundreds of different toys, paddles, floggers, whips and canes.  I remember thinking how daunting it was the first time I attended a party there.  I smiled at how perfectly comfortable I was there now.  I ached to feel the flogger on my body and I teased Master gently and asked if he planned to beat me just a little.  Grabbing my hair he brought me to the spanking bench and commanded me up onto it.

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He began with a heavy spanking and as my ass warmed at his touch, I felt the desire welling up inside of me.  Leaving me for a few minutes to catch my breath, he returned with a paddle and began striking me all over my ass, legs and back.  The pain was sharp and stingy.  I struggled to avoid the blows.   Once again I heard him move away, return the toy and come back to me with yet another implement.  This time it was a heavy flogger.  Each time it hit my body it made a thuddy noise and it reverberated deep inside my body.  I squirmed and struggled on the bench to avoid the blow that came again and again.  I heard Master move away again; leaving me gasping.  My back felt like it was on fire and I shuddered in the cool, dark room. 

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When Master returned he brought ankle and wrist cuffs.  I vaguely thought if he means to restrain me, he means to kick it up a notch.  He secured my ankles and wrist to rings on the front and rear of the spanking bench and then blindfolded me.  Laying in the darkness I attempted to control my breathing for I did not know what was to come next.  I felt something cool and metal on my skin when he returned.  It felt good against my hot skin though it was heavy and found some tender spots as it rolled across my body.  My body relaxed and my breathing returned to normal ? a cool down.  As he moved away from me, I lay quietly in the afterglow.  When he returned, he did not release me as I expected but began again with the floggers.  Over and over again, the leather pelted my back; like fire raining down.  I screamed and struggled against my restraints though there was no avoiding the blows.  When he stepped away, I lay gasping trying to catch my breath my voice raspy and dry; not even a voice I recognized.   When he returned he had something very soft, felt like a feather duster lightly brushing my skin; it felt incredible and had all the hairs on my body standing up.  The contrast between hard and soft was incredible and my senses soared.  Cool down complete, he moved away again only to return with yet another toy.  The first strike to my ass told me it was a cane or crop and I whimpered softly as my tolerance for those toys is low.  It began with rapid blows in succession; subsiding and building.  His focus now seemed solely on my back and it seemed as though he only moved from there to let the pain build and subside in my back.  My skin was on fire now, tight and ultra sensitive.  Now as he slowly traced my back with the wood, I shivered and that was when the blow came down fast and furious to my back.  My breath taken away, I screamed and struggled against the restraints trying to breathe through the pain.  And he ran the wood lightly across my back; and I breathed.  Once again without warning, the crop struck hard again.  Tears formed at the corner of my eyes as I struggled to come to grips with the pain flooding my body.  This maddening process repeated again and again till I thought I could take no more.  At last, I felt Master close to me again with something really soft caressing my red hot back.  Waves of pleasure ran through my body like goose bumps which transcended to pain as the welts were awakened on my back.  Grabbing my hair, he whispered why are you here slave?  Because I need this Master.  Who do you love?  I love You, my Master.  And oh how much I do love this man.

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As he released me from my restraints I realized there were others in the playroom with us now.  Several people played to varying degrees at the different stations throughout the room.  We observed some play for a while my senses returned from sub space.  I felt high from the rush of endorphins and I cuddled in close to Master where he stood.

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Again Master turned to me and pointed to a low bench and asked me to lie down upon it.  I spread out my towel and lay down.  He returned with a chain with a heavy ball weight on each end.  He placed it over my hips.  The weight of them kept me from lifting up from the bench.

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He began again with various floggers on my back rekindling the fire from our previous session.  I winced as the pain began anew and the heat built once again.  He stopped and raked his fingernails over my skin.  Such an intense feeling that feels so good and yet combined with such heightened sensation and welts on my back hurt so much.  The sting was like fire and ice with goose bumps rising yet again.  I wanted it to stop and yet I never wanted it to end.  He began again with the flogger and I felt on the edge of delirium unable to truly distinguish between pleasure and pain.  The tears flowed freely now and tendrils of madness curled into my head as the flogging continued ? harder, faster my back on fire.  I was dimly aware of others in the room but felt Master close by ? in my head, in my soul and I felt as though he was consuming me teardrop by teardrop, moan by moan.  I heard someone screaming and suddenly realized it was me.   I could not see through my tears and I struggled in vain to avoid the blows when abruptly they stopped.  I tried to clear my vision and restore my breathing to normal but he had returned with something metal and pointed (I later learned it was a tined metal fork) and began raking my back.  It was maddening and gnawed at the welts and sensitive skin.  My screaming began anew as he raked hard, then soft and stopping occasionally to press the tines deep into my reddened flesh.  I was pushed to the edge of delirium over and over; my resolve threatening to break at any moment.  My skin was ultra sensitive at this point, every touch whether soft or hard sent waves of pain and pleasure rippling throughout my body.  I was lost in wild abandon aware only of my Master?s delight at the sight of his slave suffering for her Master.  I was sobbing and screaming constantly now; teetering at the brink of madness.  I heard myself begging ?Master please ?? over and over again.  And then the flogging began again ? something inside me snapped.  I was exhausted, tears streaming down my face.  I screamed ?mercy please Master?!  My mind and body unable to take the assault any more.  Everything stopped and I sobbed and I sobbed as the emotion and energy surged throughout my body.  I lay there for a few minutes just letting everything wash over me.  When Master returned, he had the soft fluffy toy (I later learned it was rabbit?s fur or something) and stroked my back lightly and he spoke quietly to me.  ?Do you see now why you wear my collar and my brand my little slave?  I love you dearly.  Shh relax now mi amore.?  He whispered that he was going to get an alcohol wipe to cleanse and cool my back and my tears began anew at the thought.  ?Yes love we need to cleanse the wounds, I?ll be right back.?  When he returned I was shivering slightly both in anticipation of the alcohol hitting the fresh wounds and in the sheer release my mind, body and soul felt from our session.  The wipe was cool and stingy and I cried out as it hit the fresh welts on my back.  He removed the weights from my hips and helped me to sit up.  He gently held my face in his hands, wiping the tears.  Time stood still and it was only him and I; our love washing over, through us and around us like tendrils of fog creeping in and embracing us.  I looked at his face and into his eyes and I thought my god I love this man with every fiber of my being.  ?Do you love me??  Yes, my Master with all that I am.  I?m not sure how much of this was spoken or just felt deeply between us. Never have I known someone who knew so completely what I need and what I crave.  His face softened by love and his eyes filled with delight at the power exchange occurring so naturally between us. 

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The clean up, redressing and goodbyes passed in a blur and we were on our way home.  I sat happily dazed and dreamy as I had never felt so deeply connected to anyone.  Tonight?s session amplified the connection and enhanced the closeness we share ten fold.

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Even now as I write these words in my journal, the warmth and emotion runs through my body again and the tears stream down my face.  The love we share; the connection we feel is overwhelming and like none I have ever experienced.  I am at peace.

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Master and Slave

Alone With Their Love

Burning Souls

Lighting the Horizons

The Souls Comprehend

What The Mind Denies

Thank You Master for a lovely day.  A day spent at the shoreline is always a peaceful and relaxing one even if we did get a little lost!    Just being near You for the day filled me with love, peace, fulfillment and contentment from sunrise to sunset.

 I love You.

~your johari

Return

Return often and take me,

Beloved sensation, return and take me

When the memory of the body awakens,

And old desire again runs through the blood,

When the lips and the skin remember,

And the hands feel as if they touch again.

Return often and take me at night,

when the lips and the skin remember.

C.P. Cavafy

i am a passionate and emotional slave.  things i feel strongly about overwhelm me.  my feelings and emotions get the best of me at times.  it is no doubt very trying for Master.  i'll do my best to be better. 

There?s something to be said for DENIAL and a slave?s state of mind.  In pondering it over these last two weeks, it is not something i necessarily crave.  It has, however, forced me to become in touch with my body and its desires.  Then knowing that there is nothing i can do about it has quite the humbling effect on this slave.  Knowing that it pleases Master to see my constant craving only adds to the effect.  He and only He controls what my body feels, what it craves and ultimately the pleasures given.  Who knew that after such an extended period of time without Master?s cock, that simple release would not be enough and would only serve to intensify and make my longing more obvious?  Even after His birthday celebration when release was granted, the need satisfied for that moment in time, proved to be more fuel for the fire within my loins.  I realized that it would take Him and only Him to quench my insatiable thirst and lust.  I dreamed of Him binding me, whipping me and taking me every time i closed my eyes.  I begged Him daily for an end to this longing.  Every where we went, the word DENIAL appeared ?on the cover of books, news articles ? seemingly mocking me.

At last this morning, He came to me in the early morning hours with an end to my longing.  He undressed me gently and swiftly and holding my hair, guided me to Him.  Like a hungry child i fed on His manhood desperately wanting Him inside me.  Holding my hair tightly He remarked how much He had missed me and denial had brought out the best in His slave.  Now laying me down, He plunged into me and the feeling of bliss and relief washed over me like a tidal wave and i could not contain my emotions.  I clung to Him and drew him in close to me, my body begging for release.  Reading me as He knows me so well, He granted me release and the floodgates opened as the tension built over the last two weeks washed out of my body.  I came screaming, clenching Him tightly coaxing His own very powerful release. 

Thank You Master for skillfully guiding my mind and body to where You need it to be and for the ultimate reward of release and more importantly, the gift of You.

We had a wonderful birthday celebration for Master yesterday.  To say that i had been missing Him, would be an understatement so being able to spend the entire day with Him serving, pleasing and just being near Him thrilled me to no end.  The icing on the cake was that i would also share the evening with my sister slave as we planned and prepared a great meal to celebrate the day.

The meal was a hit from appetizer to dessert and the delight in Master?s eye at the foods we had prepared special for His discerning palate was very rewarding.  To say nothing of the fact, that it thrills Him to see His two slaves working together to serve and please Him.

The Pièce de résistance was when the three of us came together ? two slaves submitting to the sheer, overwhelming dominance of our Master; giving ourselves over to His powerful desires.  Master skillfully worked us both into delirious frenzies and then delighted in watching us consume one another.  Ne?er was there ever two slaves more suited for sisterhood; for two slaves who love their Master and one another only enhances the extraordinary dynamic of Dominance and submission.

And when at last Master was satiated, His two slaves lay curled together at His side resting contentedly; He kissed us gently and said ?Happy Birthday to Me?.

Happy Birthday Master!  Thank You for allowing us to serve You in this way and thank You for the lovely gift of a beautiful sister slave.

~your johari

Master's birthday celebration is coming soon.    My sister slave and i are busy planning a sumptuous feast fit for our Lord and Master.  we will show our love and devotion for Him as well as celebrate having Him in our lives.

The love of a slave girl is the deepest and most profound love that any woman can give a man.  Love makes a woman a man?s slave, and the wholeness of that love requires that she be, in truth, his slave.  ~Magicians of Gor

Such love is what drives this girl to honor, obey, serve & please.  A love all consuming, like a fire burning hot within her soul.  Overwhelming, daunting and yet altogether comforting when one just lets go and accepts what is to be and learns to revel in all its pleasures.

?Tears are not unbecoming to the soldier,? said Callimachus. ?The soldier is a man of deep passions, and emotion. Many men cannot even understand his depths. Do not fear your currents and your powers. In the soldier are flowers and storms. Each is a part of him, and each is real. Accept both. Deny neither.?
{Guardsman of Gor - 238}

?My soul is a pendulum, swinging from dark to night to dusk to dawn.  I go in all directions.  I come and I leave.  I will not always be held.  I leave the one who loves me best.  I hear and do not respond; I want and do not show that I do.  I am kissed and do not kiss back.  I cannot find peace in my solitary night walks.  My soul wanders, stays inside a hiding place.  Sometimes I love and cannot quit.  Show me my center.  Keep me at rest in your lap, caress my soul.  A pendulum swings from the center of my soul.? Robert Brokering

i awoke early and set about preparing myself and Our bedroom for Master as He was coming for breakfast today.  i knew what tools He would require for today?s lesson and as was my customary practice, i laid them out neatly upon the bed.  i affixed the ropes to the four corners of the bed as i knew i would be whipped today.  i was looking forward to seeing Him though i was anxious as He would want to know if i behaved appropriately as His slave last night while in the presence of the other Master.  Inappropriate behavior would reflect badly upon my Master for i was trained to be a humble, respectful and completely obedient slave.

After preparing the coffee, i returned to the bathroom to run a hot shower for Master.  After He arrived, i was told i would not bathe Him today but was sent to the bedroom to prepare myself for Him.  i adjourned to the bedroom and applied the cuffs on both my wrists and ankles and waited expectantly for Him.

Upon entering the bedroom, he immediately tied me standing facing Him spread-eagle against the grand canopy bed frame.  Next came the dreaded ball gag, and blindfold.  Once blindfolded, my other senses became more acute and i could hear Him in the toy chest.  i wondered what delightful tortures lay in store for me today.  All at once, He was in front of me with the spool of twine, i remembered the familiar picking felt on my skin from it, and He began to bind my breasts.  Over and over He wrapped them, tighter and tighter and securing the ends to the rope around my throat.  Now He pinched and pulled at my nipples which were now ultra sensitive from being bound and i squirmed as the pain ripped through my breast.  He released them quickly and left for a moment as i stood whimpering against the gag.  He returned with clips which He quickly affixed to each nipple.  The pain was fast and furious and a heat spread through my nipples and up through each breast.  i gasped at the suddenness and whimpered more audibly through the gag.

Ripping the clips from my nipples, He replaced them with duct tape.  He wrapped them tightly to my chest and went round and round my body several times.  It was so tight that i needed to control my breathing as full deep breaths were not possible against the restraint.  As i stood there attempting to control my breathing, i heard him ripping more pieces of tape and shuddered at the thought of where they would go.  i was surprised to feel him placing the strip of silver tape over my pussy ? from front to back ? up to my ass.  i whimpered loudly now as i anticipated what was to come when it was removed.  i barely had a chance to think about it, when He began flogging my body from head to toe, the first blow being equally hard as the next and the next.  When the flogger struck the duct taped portions of my body, it made a thuddy sound and i had expected that since they were covered areas of my body that it would not hurt as much as bare skin.  i was wrong in that regard as the tape served as a conduit to disperse the pain.  Over and over, He struck my body and i was swooning.  He came very close to me whispering, ?and you said slave, that i was not a sensual Master.  i am just sensual in a different way than Master K.  What say you now slave??  i shuddered as His hand closed around my throat and jaw which such power and strength.  Before i could reply, He?d begun the hot fire upon my body once again.  No part of my body was left untouched, my arms, legs, torso, back and arms were kissed by the tendrils of the flogger feeling like fire and ice upon my bare skin as i squirmed in a vain attempt to avoid the strokes.  At that moment, i felt myself slipping to subspace and i felt so high, so free and with each strike on my body, i sank deeper and deeper absolutely swooning in pleasure and pain barely able to distinguish them from one another.

He pressed up against my quivering body as if to absorb me; seemingly to inhale my heat and passion.  Within moments He ripped the duct tape from my pussy and i gasped as the tape pulled at the tender flesh and the cool air from the room rushed at my soaking pussy.   Before i realized it, He had begun unwinding the tape from my breasts and i whimpered in anticipation, leaning into His powerful frame.  As layer after layer was unraveled, the anticipation built in my chest and when at last the final strip of tape was removed, the heat and pain spread through my breasts like wildfires in a parched forest.  i found i had no voice to scream at first as my breath was taken away with the sudden ripping of tape from my blood engorged breasts.  The rush swept through my body so quickly that if it were not for the restraints holding me there, i would have crumbled to the ground.

Untying me now, He forced me to my knees before Him just inches from His manhood.  And i wanted it, oh how i wanted it, but i knew i must wait for permission to touch it, taste it.  At the moment, i only wanted to please Him and knew i could do so with my mouth.  i imagined the vision before Him ? his slave collared, cuffed, and bound; breath heaving in my chest and tears streaming down my face.  After what seemed an eternity, He uttered the words i was aching to hear, ?take it, slave? and i hungrily feasted with wild abandon like a starved animal.  After being given so much, i just wanted to return the pleasures i had received.  Suddenly, He pulled me to my feet by my hair and sent me to the bed.  Lying down before Him, He took me quickly.  i found myself thrusting with wild abandon as He filled me completely.  i was consumed with primal pleasures and overwhelmed with passion for my Master that i looked at Him, begging with my eyes for release; begging for His gift of release.  When at last He granted such, the waves of pleasure racked our bodies again and again like a tidal wave crashing all around us.

In the afterglow of our time together, i lay pondering the man, the Master who so artfully expresses His dominance through pain and pleasure and how this slave is pleased to be a instrument for such greatness.  i love You Master.

It?s always quite humbling to be at the hands of another Dominant other than your own Master.  Last night was no exception.  The awkward first moments when He and i meet before play begins, though He is known to me, are still unnerving.  As guidelines and limits are established, the intensity increases not knowing what exactly He means to do with His time with me.  And when at last i stand naked before him, my humility has come full circle and a blush spreads over my face.  I am pleasing to Him i am told.  He will not restrain me as that is not His way.  Instead i am to offer myself without reservation to Him without flinching.  I am used to being restrained so this will be a challenge for me.  And so it begins.  Though his technique is different from Master?s, it still humbles me to my very core.  To open myself up both figuratively and emotionally to another to do what He wishes awakens my slave heart and the need to please overcomes my humiliation.  He alternates between hard strokes to my body and a menacingly soft touch that sends my senses reeling and all i can think of at this time is whether my service to this Master will be reported positively to my Master.  Though i have no visible marks from my time with Him, my submissive soul carries the reminder. 

Today was a pleasant reminder of my role as Your slave.  When i arrived home, You were already in bed and as i walked in the door, i immediately disrobed as naked is how this slave should be when at home.  i crawled into bed with You and pressed my naked body against You as You slept, watching Your face, listening to Your breathing, no visible signs of stress in Your handsome face.

And after You awoke, i bathed You and shaved You and dressed You for work.  Being allowed to serve You in such an intimate manner, pleases my slave heart and feeds my yearning to serve.

Adjourning to the kitchen, i began preparing Your meal.  Oh how i love to cook for You.  After dinner, i packed Your lunch and sent You on Your way to work. As i watched You drive away, my heart was full of love and my joy overflowing as the peace and contentment i felt from my service was fully realized.  It is such a state of bliss and elation that i almost felt high and so utterly free.

i love You Master. 

~your johari

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

i have missed You Master while i was on vacation.  It's good to be home.

Mm, never really thought of myself as a bondage slut but tonite as You worked to tie me ever so tightly with yards and yards of rope, i felt myself sinking ? and sinking deep ? into subspace.  i was surprised how quickly this happened.  If i were not blindfolded, i?m sure my eyes would have been rolled back in my head.  i had been missing Your touch so acutely, that Your closeness, Your breath in my ear, and hands upon my body, sent me reeling.  Now the ropes run over, around and through me so that every move i make increases my desire.  i love how You press against me as my body reacts to the blows; absorbing the rush.   And i was gone ? lost in my submission to You; loving how You know so well how to guide my mind, body and soul to where You need it to be.  Then when You took me, i became animalistic, practically growling as i ground into You, surprised by the wild abandon that i gave myself up to You.

It took me hours to return to this realm and i am thankful for every lesson given, every moment spent with You.

i love You Master.

~your johari

Happiness is ...

Being bound by You
Being gagged by You
The feel of Your Whip
Worshipping You
Kneeling at Your feet
Being under Your control
The feel of You against me
Your Touch
Your kiss
Your collar around my neck
Being Your Slave

Happiness is to love and be loved.

As each new day dawns and i am blessed with time spent with You, i realize how i could just be so happy simply being at Your feet, serving You, loving You and pleasing You all the days of my life.

It occurred to me today as i was talking with You about the lovely day we spent together yesterday how pleasantly surprised i am to have found my one true Master for life.  As i began my journey into this life, i was vexed that it would take me some time to find a Master who was worthy of my love, devotion and servitude.

But God has blessed me in revealing to me my one true love ? my one true Master ? for life.

I love You.

~your johari

It has been too long since i've seen You.
Too long since i felt Your hands upon my body.

i yearn for Your touch; Your bonds of Love; Your whip.

i miss You, i need You, i love You.

Master, i wanted to express how much tonite meant to me.  Your presence beside me at dinner meant the world to me.

As always any time spent with You is a treat and soothing to my soul.

I  You.

~your johari

A simple piece of twine; who knew but I?ll get to that.

Ah, today was a lovely day.  Master I spent the day together in the park.  We couldn?t ask for more glorious weather or more apt company.  Nothing like the sights and sounds of nature ? especially when shared with the one I love.  I was in my glory with the beautiful scenery & wildlife photo opportunities present at one of the most beautiful parks I have ever been to.  I fancy myself somewhat of an amateur photographer and enjoyed every photo opp I could find.  Master even posed for a few for our collection of memories together.  I even set up the perfect shot with the camera?s timer of him and me in a loving pose.

I had packed us a healthy lunch and we found a picturesque spot on a high hill in the sun where we had a great view of the city.  Amazing that such a peaceful place existed not far from the noise and pollution of the city.  We opened up our chairs and sat soaking up the sun?s warmth while enjoying stimulating conversation and good food.  Soon I became aware of nothing but him and I ? like we were the only ones in the park.  I love the sound of His voice as it soothes my soul.

Having satiated our need to connect via mind and soul, we headed home to quench our need to connect more intimately.  Arriving at home, as Master showered, I prepared our bed.  I affixed the ropes as instructed to our grand canopy.  I became slightly anxious, my breath quickening as I wondered what creative tortures Master had dreamed of for me today.  Entering the room, He went right to the toy box looking fervently for his sweet torture devices.  He tossed the cuffs at me and I put them on my wrists and ankles.  He instructed me to lie down on the bed and tied my wrists high on the posters at the head of the bed.  His manhood so close to me; it was intoxicating, being tied so I could not touch it; nor would I dare without His permission.  He tied my ankles down and began whipping me from head to toe.  The first blow always as intense as the last, I cried out as the whip rained down fire upon my naked, quivering skin.  He struck my pussy and tits over and over again as I gasped as the sensation of heat and pain.  It was then that the simple piece of twine comes into play.  Pinching my nipple, He pulled it taunt and wrapped the twine tightly around the bud making it erect and pink.  When he pulled the string tightly around it and tied it off, I shrieked as it pinched the delicate skin.  He tossed the twine up over the canopy and down the other side!  I knew what would come next and I whimpered softly while I attempted to control my breathing.  Repeating the process on the other side, both nipples now stood very erect and pink and very sensitive.  He adjusted the tension slightly so that the twine pulled my nipples up.  Oooo what delicious pain ? how creatively evil a simple piece of twine could be.   After clipping the zipper pins on both breasts, He began whipping me again.  So many sensations built within me as He whipped my breasts, tummy, thighs and pussy.  I was writhing on the bed now and panting.  ?Do you love Me slave??  So lost was I in the sensations and the pain, that I was prompted once again for my response.  ?Yes, Master? With that he ripped the clips from my breasts before I could even utter a breath.  Knowing me as He does, He put his hand on my pussy ? His pussy ? and found what He knew would be my desire for Him.  Climbing on the bed he hovered over me for a moment then took me fully and I gasped both at the swiftness of His actions and in sheer delight.  As our passion mounted, He pulled the string tight and my nipples pulled skyward.  My nipples became hot little bits of fire and ice.  What stuck me at that moment, was His question to me, ?do you wish me to untie you, release this twine?  Or do you need this slave??  I knew in an instant that I would not be happy untied for two reasons:  first and foremost, He wished me tied and second, my need to submit consumed me and I reveled in all the sensations.   I was a slave to His pleasure, His will as the crescendo approached and crashed all around us.

We rested together; our connection complete.  The love between Master and slave is so intense, all consuming Mind, body and soul, I love you Master.

M asculine

A uthoritative

S trong

T eaching

E verlasting

R espect

S ubmitting

L ove

A lways

V oracious

E ternal

It?s not often that i can say i have had a picture perfect day.  Though my days as a slave are always fulfilling and rewarding, there are just some days that make the record books.  This past Saturday was one of them.  Master awakened me early in the morning to tell me that He was coming over for breakfast.  i love to cook for Him because it pleases Him so.  It?s also an honor and a blessing when i am permitted to bathe Him.  All these things in one day, how much happier can a slave be? *wink*  i was rewarded for my servitude when Master tied me and tried out a new toy He made ? a most delightfully evil zipper ? two of them in fact.  He delighted so in my response as He zipped them off my breasts.

Then in the evening we attended a party.  We got to visit with some friends and enjoy good food.  Master tied me over and over again during the night.  He flogged me, paddled me, whipped me and spanked me so many times; each time was more intense than the last.  i was swooning against my restraints as the intensity of our play increased with each passing moment.  My resolve threatened to crumble and i didn?t think i could take any more.  It was then that Master pushed my limits ? farther than ever before.  He delighted in allowing Others to have their way with me.  i was lost ? lost in subspace and the sounds in the playroom around me suddenly dropped away and there was only the sound of His voice ? His hands on me ? His breath in my ear.  And when at last in the early morning hours of Sunday when I felt i could take no more, He took me in His arms, wiped away my tears and kissed me, ?had enough slave??  As the tears streamed down my face, He said ?yes I believe it?s enough.? 

Thank You Master for a picture perfect day.  You always know what this slave needs to feed her mind, body & soul.  In doing so, the true power exchange is revealed, thus completing the circle of our bond to one another. 

Ti Amo, mi amore.

~your johari

Today Master reminded me of the four gifts a submissive gives to her Master ? the gifts i myself have given Him.  If you know of these gifts, then you know that no words can adequately express the love a submissive feels for her one and only true Master.

There are no words Master ? You possess all of me ? all my most precious gifts.

i love you.

~your johari

Master thank You for last night?s lesson.  With each strike of the cane across my body, i sank deeper and deeper into submission.  i was swooning; my legs threatening to betray me; thankful for the ropes that held me tight.  The blows kept coming, raining down like fire on my body.  i felt the release building in me and the tears forming.  Then i felt You close to me, holding me as the tears flowed freely from beneath my blindfold.  i heard You ask me, why do you need this slave?  Though i was unable to reply last night, i need the true power exchange that is present between Master and slave because ? i exist for Your pleasure and nothing makes me happier ? for that is what i was born to do.  The marks that remain today are reminders of my place at Your feet.

i love You Master.

~your johari

Today i received Master?s brand.  my thigh has been tattooed with the traditional kef that identifies me as slave.  In addition, He added His own mark to make it uniquely His.  This symbolizes another milestone in our journey together as Master and slave.   i am my Master?s slave forever.  i love you Master.

~your johari

The ropes bind me so tight, leaving me helpless before You.  i cannot see, i cannot speak yet i feel safe.  The love for Your slave surrounds me, holding me tight like these ropes.  Your creativity always astounds me as i am bound over and over again; utilizing our grand new canopy bed to its utmost.  i am utterly immobile; yet strangely completely free.  Like clay to the potter, i am molded over and over again to Your will and i have never felt so satisfied and so fulfilled.  i have found my place ? and it is here at Your feet forever and for always.  i love You.

Thank You Master for Your love and support willingly given to Your slave during her time of loss.  My heart was aching and my loss profound but You showed that not only are you a kind and compassionate Master but a loving and supportive lover and friend.  You are my rock and my stronghold.  I love You with all my heart and soul.

~ your johari

i lay sleeping on the floor as it was my Master?s desire for me to do so.  As i slept, i dreamed that Master would come and scoop me up and take me.  To my delight i was indeed awakened by His presence in my room in the pre-dawn hours of the day.  Though the darkness prevented me from seeing Him, i knew His face showed dominance, control and most of all love for His slave.  i pray each night that i can always be that ever faithful, obedient slave that pleases Him so.  Thank you Master.   i u

Master Your slave humbly begs Your forgiveness for her lack of respect yesterday.  my behavior was inexcusable. i love and adore You and seek only to please and serve. i strive always to perfect my slavery so as to be a fitting reflection of You. i am ashamed to say i have failed You in that regard and i am deeply sorry. i will try harder.

Please forgive me, Master.

How I have missed Your touch, Your voice, Your hands upon my body.  The merest breath on my skin, fingertips caressing, sends waves of pleasure throughout my body and soul.

I feel You, I need You, I love You.

I am Yours.

Thank you Master for today?s gift of a surprise visit to your slave.  You are always so in tune with what i need; when i need it.  You know i need ? crave it even ? to be at Your feet, serving You, loving You, giving myself utterly and completely to You for Your pleasure; my need to serve consuming me.  i hunger for Your kiss, Your touch, Your whip upon my body for only in complete and utter submission, am i free.  i love you Master.

This steel collar i wear ? a sign of my ownership

Connects us all day; every day

Even when we cannot be together

Circular ? no beginning ? no end

Symbolic of our love and devotion

Symbolic of the true power exchange that exists

The synergy like a dance that never ends

Between Master and slave

i love you Master

Thank you Master for giving me an opportunity to show my love and devotion to You.  i had a most enjoyable time last evening.  Never have i been more sure of my place ; never have i felt so free.

i love you Master.

today Master bestowed upon me the gift of His steel collar and it is the happiest day of my life.

it is my duty and my joy to serve Him, love Him and please Him all the days of my life.

i love you Master.

Kneeling before You

My heart, my soul, my love

Now Belongs to You

i wait quivering ? anticipating the whip

Wrists bound

Ankles bound to spreader bar

When the bar is raised

my pussy exposed

i knew

my pussy would be whipped for Your pleasure

Fire raining down

Pain intensifying

Ache building

Quivering endlessly

Craving always

You

i stood gagged, blindfolded and tied to the hangman awaiting my Master.  i was anxious and nervous as i had upset Him and i was to be punished this night.  Robbed of my sight due to the blindfold, my hearing was amplified and i could hear my own breathing and that of my cats.   i wondered what would be in store for me as i sensed this would be different than other times.  i was frightened but i trusted Him with my life.

I heard Him enter the house downstairs and my breath quickened.  i loved my Master but i also feared him.  As i heard Him ascend the stairs, i grew more anxious.  i felt Him near but before i could react, He slapped my breasts so hard that it took my breath away.  i gasped behind the gag and tried to anticipate his next move and move away from it but at the moment He had moved away to the bedroom.  i heard Him in the toy box and stood in the hallway as the heat built in my breasts and squirmed.  After what seemed an interminable amount of time, He returned with a spreader bar and hooked my cuffs to it and spread my legs so far i thought i would fall and tied them tightly.

He quickly began his assault on my body with the whip.  He whipped my breasts with so much force that i thought i could not bear it and then moved to my pussy.  Back and forth; back and forth; over and over again.  i swooned, gasped and thought i cannot bear this; the pain searing my bare pussy and breasts.  With my legs spread i could not squirm away from his whip which came at me over and over.  He expressed his disappointment in me and i began to cry.  In that moment my need to please Him and knowing i had failed to do so was unbearable.  It was a simple order He had given and i had not followed it choosing instead to do it my own way.  He never stopped the assault on my breasts and pussy while He spoke quietly to me of his disappointment.

My pussy and breasts were on fire now.  The heat from my shame intensified that heat and i began crying in earnest now.  He moved to my back and whipped my back, ass and legs over and over again pulling tightly on my hair to steady himself.  As the heat mounted there, i felt myself slipping away to subspace, swooning in the heat and pain ? swooning from his dominance over my mind, body and soul.  The tears flowed from beneath my blindfold now. 

i felt Him close to me ? passion and fire coursing through his veins.  i was awestruck by His intensity and dominance and i thought to myself ?god i love this man like this?.  So strong, powerful, intense and i wanted it continue on and on ? i would bear whatever He wished to please Him.  The beating continued and i set my jaw against the ball gag and vowed that i would not break; i would endure all to please Him.  So intent on this was i that i could barely utter a word only sheer guttural noises from my throat as i vowed to endure.  i could hear His breath coming in deep passionate breaths as He came to his own place of glory reveling in the sight of His slave before Hm.  He came closer to me uttering ?no cries of mercy slave?? to whom i could only reply gutturally as the heat intensified in my breasts and pussy.  He abruptly moved away and returned with the dreaded pins which He applied instantly to my bruised and battered nipples.  The pain was overwhelming and my will broke and i sobbed desperately now.  ?Still no cries for mercy slave???    He grabbed the pins and squeezed them tighter on my nipples and i screamed out ?Master please!?, as i could no longer bear it ? my will broken ? my shame laid bare to him.  ?Finally slave.?  He untied me and released me from the hangman as i stood there sobbing having given my will to Him.  Gathering me in His arms, He wiped my tears ?so lovely, such beautiful tears my slave.  You will do better now, won?t you slave??  i managed to utter, ?yes Master.?

Never have i felt such fire, such intensity.  As a sub goes to subspace, He had ascended to a place that was all consuming for Him ? He had come into his own dominance and it was very powerful.  i was shaken to the very core of my being having shared this with him.  i was overcome with emotion and the tears would not stop flowing and i was filled with joy that my submission had brought so much to Him.

i am bound forever to Him; there is no other ? only Him.

You are Master ? i am slave.

My love and devotion for you cannot be described with mere words.

i exist for you ? never have i felt such love

i am overwhelmed ... consumed by thoughts of you

You have looked into my heart and soul and saw what i need to be.

You anticipate my needs and desires ? so much so that it is altogether frightening and yet comforting.

You are Master ? i am slave ? and i would have it no other way,

i love you.

~johari~