What I am missing.

I miss the look I would get when I had done something that, there would be a objection to, the wonder in the eye to see if I was to continue or not. Not to mention the wonder of both, what was going to be done about it.

I miss caring for one so much that I would do anything for and the trust that one would never push you go there.
 
I miss the call I would get out of blue to meet in a certain place and surprises one had.

I miss waiting for the call and being told if the rings was caught in good time or not.

I miss getting the call and being told if I had panties on I should take them off then, however where ever possible. The little things I had to do so I would remember one though the day, cause one not be there.

I miss the silly little punishments I would get for my disobedience, even when one provoked me on purpose, just to test me.

I miss my unseen trophy’s on my back side and the soreness, I had that was always my proof of a good nights of play.

I miss the girls envy cause they wanted you, but could not deal with you. Least I did not think so.

I miss being bought something, being told to wear it and when.

I miss the communication between two without saying a word.

I miss being made fun of, but punished for my feistiness.

I miss the adventures one sent me on and than tease me, that I liked it, but I really did not. I liked that one was surprised and pleased that I did as told. Sometime even punished cause one thought I did like it or it was a joke.

I miss knowing that what ever one have told me to do and I did it, I knew one would not think less of me when I did it.

I miss the understanding when it was something I could not or would not do.

I miss the new things one would introduce me to.

I miss our play time.

I miss the trust that went both ways, knowingly one would never do anything to push to far passed any limit to hurt anything about one. Careful not to break that trust.

I miss the knowing that above all else, I was always nothing less than a lady.

I miss being that special one that one picked, when he could have had any.

I miss the missing one.

I miss the lesson I was shown.

I miss feeling and how (the unspeakable way) they were shown. To help me change my thoughts. (kind of)

I miss being teased on how I need not worry my head will always be lower than my Masters, cause I was so short.

I miss one saying. Save six. And the storey of my devotion behind it.

I miss the look on others faces, for them to see the things one would do to me or with me. The shock in voices or in their eyes, was unforgettably priceless. *

I miss the reaction and shock of others when I was punished by being lock outside in underwear for such a time. Small price for what I had done.

I miss the reaction from others, how they could not understand such a relationship. But all in all it was well known I was cherished and yours.

I miss the love a how it lasted for years after one was gone.

I am glad I have now move on.