Bdsm, Submissive

Cleaning…

It’s been a while, things a have been… I’m not really sure how they have been. Sir and I have been distant, I have had doubts about his feelings for me. I began to think that maybe he was bored of me and that our time together was coming to an end. I felt like had nothing left to offer him, nothing new, nothing worth wanting. I still loved him but we just couldn’t be the way we were.

This weekend I was feeling in a rut and we were bickering all the time. I was bored and feeling very inadequate as a girlfriend, mother, daughter, as a person. I was feeling pretty worthless. 

I have no idea how my darling man did it,but he did somehow he just makes everything better. He changed things. He gave me a reality check, he made me see how I was making all of us unhappy. I knew I had to take action, rekindle that spark that was dying. After all I need to be his possession, his obsession. I need him to want and love me.

So, today I went to clean his home. I clean for him once a week. It’s was after work and I was feeling f a lot happier after he fucked me yesterday. So I dressed up in my uniform to clean. 

He was still at work so I decided to send him a couple of suggestive photographs (one of my footwear). Hinting, hopefully tempting him to want me. Just like I used to do. He liked them. This spurred me on. 

So I posed for a couple of ‘porn style shots’, to print out and made sure my knickers were suitably wet before  leaving them under the pillow of his freshly made bed.

Now I have left my knickers under his pillow many times, but never photographs. 

I left and returned home. I could only hope that this had returned things to normal. Where he is my Dom and I am his sub. He wants me in every possible was you can want a person, and I crave his attention and approval. His love is what I need. He makes everything better. I also crave his ownership, his cock and being used for his pleasure. 

I need him. He said he was pleased that he loved the photographs. I will sleep happy tonight and await our next encounter.

My Dom, my love. 

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Awaiting correction…

Master has been so loving, but I have seriously overstepped the mark.

I snapped at him earlier, I was stressed, too many things to do and only one pair of hands. I do not find it easy to ask people to do things for me. He was here and being so patient as he knows I have so much going on. He is being wonderfully supportive, I’m not sure how he feels about what’s going on, he hasn’t said and I don’t want to pry. I worry. I hope that he feels I am making good decisions. Any change in my life affects him, and all I want is to be with h m and make him happy.

Anyway I snapped at him earlier, it wasn’t his fault, I know it was unacceptable to talk to sir like that, even though I was just moaning, not really directly at him, he felt it was. I can understand why. I feel ashamed of my behaviour, it needs correcting. 

I hope that he still wants me enough to do so.

I would be lost with out him.

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The wonder that is him…

He knows me best, yet somehow he still surprises me with his patience and kindness.

He is wonderful, understanding, accepting, gentle, funny, thoughtful, wise, my best friend, handsome, sexy, strong, controlling when I need guidance, demanding, sexy, my soulmate. I have no secrets from him, he knows the worse things about me, and he is still here. He is my world and I want to spend my life with him, devoted to him, loved and wanted by him always. 

I found the one. 

How many people get to say that ?

I am lucky.

I am his, always. 

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Challenging times…

Things have been challenging lately, both sir and I have been unwell.  We have hardly had time together, that creates a distance. It’s hard to be submissive to someone you hardly see. It makes me feel a little lost. 

The distance leaves room for doubt and insecurity to show their ugly faces. I want to be with my master, at his side where I belong, but sadly commitments and illness have not allowed us to have time together. 

Tonight he told me how he felt and what he planned to do, it was lovely to read, and made me happy.But then, once again the text conversation was cut deed. I know that sir is feeling unwell And tired, and the wonderful things he said but somehow I can’t help but feel worried. I worry that I have annoyed my master, or worse still that he is bored of me.  I can’t stop thinking about it and I wonder if I am right for him. I will probably be punished for thinking that, I know that I am not allowed to be negative but I am human after all, and surely I am only concerned because I care, that can’t be a bad thing, can it? 

I love being owned but sometimes, when I feel insecure I struggle. Is it wrong to have doubts about a submissive lifestyle?

I go to bed with a racing mind and a heavy heart.

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Comforted… 

I am sick, and not in the way you’d expect. I’m so cold, my master is not here. I miss him so very much. 

I do have his top though, a top that I put on after a hot bath, he wore it the other day, it smells of him. I put it on and feel comforted. I have him close, I am with his other things. It’s where I belong. 

Wrapped up in his scent I will rest. I will dream of daddy.

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I need him…

As the weekend draws to a close I am thinking about my master. I miss him terribly. I have had such a lovely time with him that I didn’t want it to end when he went home earlier. 

Yesterday he picked me up, he had ordered me to be masterbating when he arrived, of course I happily obliged. I was so desperate to please him, he licked my pussy and let me smell his delicious cock and suck it a little. Eventually I managed to tempt him enough so that he pounded my greedy pussy for a while. He didn’t cum, he stopped. That made me even more desperate.

We went out and I got to be exactly where I belong, by his side. I feel so proud when we are out together and he holds my hand tight. It makes me feel so special. My knickers were wet all day.

We got back to his in the early evening and he cooked for me, he spoils me. I love it when he looks after me, he takes good care of his things. Finally bedtime, it was late, we had been busy. Master ordered me to change my tights for my slut tights. These are literally tights with slut written all over them. Once again he made me masterbate, then he pounded away eventually flooding my pussy with delicious cum. I love it, I rubbed it all in, fucking myself with a huge dildo while sir watched. I came hard. 

This morning I was spoiled again, he let me suck and kiss his cock, then sit on it. My pussy was very sore from last night, it hurt in the best possible way. I came, it was hit a good thing as I hadn’t asked permission and he hadn’t instructed me to. I got carried away. He was cross. 

I sat in his face, master likes a dirty pussy. I sucked his cock and pushed it deep when he came. Mmmm breakfast.

I was punished for my earlier mistake, he hit me so hard with the crop the mark turned purple instantly. I thanked him. I was sorry, he shouldn’t have to waste his time correcting my poor behaviour. 

I thought of him while I rubbed tonight. I just need him all the time.

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And on the third day…

Tonight was good,  master has been telling me how much he is looking forward to the weekend. This makes me feel a little pressured to perform, but like a good girl I will not shy away for the challenge. I want to please him, to make him happy, and be wanted and desired in return.

I have been thinking of things that I would like to do. I would like master to call me for a home visit, maybe a nurse or call girl. I could arrive suitably dressed of course. If I were a nurse I could give him a thorough examination, milk him and relive his stress. If I were a call girl I could arrive and be used, it would be nice to acknowledge the greedy cum whore within. I would do anything he wanted, after all he would be paying.

I wonder if sir would enjoy that? 

I like the thought of servicing my master, makes my pussy wet. Now I must cum as instructed, masterbating is all well and good but a sub needs to be used. I need him. 

All good things come to those that wait. I must be patient.

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