Bdsm, Submissive

Smacked bottom…

That’ll teach me. Sir was In the kitchen, he was bent over. I crept up behind and slapped his bottom. It was a cheeky slap. He stopped dead. Turned to look at me. 

Oh shit! He was cross. 

Before I could move, he  literally whipped my trousers and knickers down, forced me over and smacked my bottom. It was so hard, two slaps to each cheek and they were burning. My bottom was purple, broken blood vessels. 

Poor sir. How it must have hurt his palm, how grateful I am that he took the time to correct my behaviour. 

He is selfless. My bottom was sore. It was wonderful. 

I am a lucky girl 

Bdsm, Submissive

Owned inside…

What a relief that he is home. I desperately missed master while he was away. I missed his presence, his scent, also the way that he both excites and calms me at the same time.

I wanted to just sit and look at him all evening, inhale him, just to take it all in. I loved being near him again, skin to skin.

His body is heaven and his  cock tasted divine. His cum delicious. My special milk from my master.

This morning he decided to take my pussy. I love to be used by him, that’s my purpose. That’s why he has me, for his pleasure. I love the feel of my master inside, the connection, and being owned internally. His cock felt especially hard, thick. He pounded away and we orgasmed together. It was what I needed so desperately. He came inside me. It was just wonderful, I squirm at the thought and my pussy throbs each time I think of it. I get wet.

Master left his seed inside. I have part of him I my body. Marking what belongs to him, using it as he sees fit. I feel owned inside and out. I like being owned by him.

He is a gift.


Bdsm, Submissive

Deeper feelings…

Things have been a little different lately. Sir has surprised me in so many ways.

I had an accident. He dropped everything and looked after me. He held my hand through it all, cuddled me, kissed me better, dried my tears and sat up with me in the night when I was in pain.

He continues to look after me, patiently waiting for his toy to be fixed. He has been gentle and understanding, even turning a blind eye to my bratty behaviour at times.

I have never been showed such patience, love and kindness. I have never needed him so much. He has been there all the way, and continues to support me. My master takes good care of his things.

I can not wait to be fixed and able to fulfill my duties, it is frustrating. I must be patient and control my behaviour.

My feelings, my respect for him and appreciation of his guidance have deepened daily and continue to do so. I am a lucky girl to have such a wonderful owner.  I can not imagine my life without him, it would be empty.

I treasure him. I want to be his forever.

My master is the life of my life.