this is a work in progress. it is what i dream of happening someday. i'm sorry i have not been online in awhile, my aunt is starting to feel her age of 93. she needs my help a little more these days.
my slave story 6/18/2011
i walk down the sidewalk, my feelings are mixed. i am not only anxious and nervous, but also exhilirated by finally being able to come to You, my Master. we know that we are right for each other, Your dominant to my full submissiveness. 24/7 and fully under Your control in all ways.
i want to please You in all the ways You want and fully. i will be devasted if i ever dissapoint You. i will expect to be punished if i ever break the rules You have set down for me. i know that You will push my limits as far as You can. we have discussed this and now we will be able to be together all the time.
i am dressed as You commanded, 4 inch high heel boots, short skirt, and tight low cut top. with no coat even though it is not that hot out at this time of year. my nipples are hard and poking out the material of my top. i know that You have me dressed this way on purpose. it is making me hot feeling the eyes of the men in the cars and walking around me.
i know that You like showing off Your prize possession. i know that You like having other men being envious of You. i arrived at the door before my racing thoughts have been finished. i take a breath and knock. my eyes are looking down at my feet and as i hear the door being opened i go to my knees. i wait for Your first command hoping that it comes fast, but knowing that it will only come when You are ready to allow me in.
this makes me hot. i can feel my insides heat up. i have not even been touched or heard Your voice yet. i only want to please You. i hear the word "heal." You are going to make me crawl into Your house, my new home. i slowly crawl over the door step and follow Your feet. i am not allowed to look up without Your permission. i can't speak without Your permission. as soon as You close the door i start to take my clothes off as i know that I am not allowed to wear clothes in the house.
as soon as i am naked, You grab the clothes and stuff them in a bag that You had handy for that reason. my boots stay on, only because You like the way the high heels make me look and walk.
i hear the command "kneel" and quickly raise up onto my knees and put my hands to my kneck with my elbows pointed out to the sides under my hair. You take a small plain leather collar and lock it around my neck. this is the training collar. i will have to earn Your collar with my name on it. with the words slave of and Your name. i want that collar only in that it will mean i have pleased You, but also as it means that i am Yours.
i watch Your shoes move away from me, but i have not heard the commant to "heal" or any other command. so i stay kneeling there naked and on display for You. i hear You sit down somewhere in the room. i then hear the word, "lap." i go down to all fours and turn around to where i heard Your voice from and crawl to Your feet and crawl up onto your lap. Your grasp my head firmly and pull it to Your chest. cradling my body against Yours.
i feel safe in Your arms, i trust You emplicitly. my life is totally Yours and You know it. You pull my head back and i keep my eyes down as You plunder my lips and mouth with Yours. You keep control of my head not letting me pull back to catch my breath. i feel Your control and it makes me even wetter. i love the way You make me feel.
You say in your commanding tone, "Look at me!" i open my eyes and i am captivated by Your eyes. i cannot help but break Your gaze and look down submissively, it is so hard to meet Your direct gaze. You immediately slap my ass hard and push me off Your lap. i feel terrible that i have dissapointed You. but it is so hard for me to look You right in the eyes. i'm afraid that is going to take some time for me to learn.
You say very calmly "heal."
i get to all fours and put my head down and just look at Your feet. i had hoped i wouldn't be seeing the dungeon this quick. but if it pleases You, so be it. i follow You down the hallway knowing that i deserve what is coming. i am not a pain slut, i don't get off on pain. i do however get turned on by a little pain. i however don't go looking for it. i am not a brat slave either. i am sure that as You push my limits as You like to do, i will get punished enough that i won't have to act up.
You open the door and walk through and stand there while i crawl through the doorway, closing the door behind me. i stop and wait for Your next command.
06/19/2011
i hear You say, "kneel." so i sit up on my knees and put my hands under my hair on the back of my neck. You walk around in front of me and i hear the command "eyes up." i force myself to raise my head and to look at You eye to eye. it is so hard for me to do this when i know i have dissapointed You. i try to keep the gaze but after about a minute and a half i drop my gaze in humiliation. i feel the swish and then the sting of the singletail whip that You had grabbed from the wall hook by the door. i make no sound. i know i deserve to be punished for not pleasing You fully.
