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How do I? 

How do I show my Dom just how much I love him? How can I possibly show my devotion, respect and love. 

It’s hard to feel so deeply for someone and not have the first idea how to make them see it. I am totally head over heels in love with him. I just worry that he doesn’t know just how important he is to me and. How much I love and respect him. How much I appreciate his attention and affection, as well as the spankings of course. 

He is my soulmate and I am so lucky that he has taken me as his possession. I could burst ! I thought writing on here might help to get it out, but sadly not as it’s him that I want to know. I just wish he could be in my mind and heart for just one minute to see how much he makes my life better and how much I love and respect him. 

My darling Dom that I just worship and adore, the love of my life. 

Tonight I will count my blessings and dream of seeing him tomorrow. To smell him, breathe the same air and be by his side, where I belong.

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An average weekend…

An average weekend, well it wasn’t. It was better. Master stayed at my house during the week and of course he used my holes, but playtime has been lacking lately. Things have just been too busy. 

Saturday morning I got up early like a good girl as I had promised to get to masters house before he went to work. I do chores on a Saturday morning. I got there just in time. 

I walked into the kitchen and removed my clothes. He kissed me and fingered my pussy. I went to the bedroom and managed to tempt him to use my holes briefly before he left. I was desperate for him. He kissed me goodbye and left, he was late. I wanted his cum but there was no time. 

I went to the window, naked and flashed him as he drive away.  I carefully too my collar from the drawer and put it on, then I found my harness, I couldn’t wait to get it on. It felt wonderful. I clamped my nipples and clit. I live my clit clamp it looks so pretty, master brought it for me. 

I began to clean, I was soaked, I thought it was time to tempt master so I sent him a photograph. Then I put in my normal cleaning outfit over the top, it’s a maids outfit. I needed something else, so I put my metal balls inside, they felt nice as I moved around. 

Jobs completed and sir returned to find me kneeling in the doorway, he kissed me it was wonderful. Then he took a present from a carrier bag, a kong dog toy and a dog bowl. I followed him to the kitchen. 

I am sure you can imagine what happened next my eggs were served in the bowl on the floor which I was instructed to eat after he played with my holes and gave me some piss to drink. 

He used me over and over, punished me with the belt that I had left out for him, gaged me, abused and fucked me till he had cum three times. It was just what I needed. Masks, and kink. He is so clever, he always knows what I need and what to do. He knows best. 

Eventually he cuddled me and gave me love , he allowed me to play with him which led to another two orgasms for him and two more for me. I am so spoilt! He looks after me. 

What a wonderful start to the weekend, in the afternoon we spent time together shopping and just being next to each other. I feel at my best when I am by his side. It’s where I belong. 

We spent the rest of the weekend together, I live just breathing the same air as him. I love and crave his attention. I need him. Never before have I wanted a man like this or loved a man so deeply. 

What a wonderful weekend, I belong to him, he owns me, everything is as it should be.

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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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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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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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Thank you for day two…

It’s day two, my second ‘O’ day in a row. It’s so wonderful to orgasm every day. I am so pleased that master instructed me to do this. Although I am enjoying it immensely, I know it is ultimately for his pleasure. Sir knows his greedy slut well. 

My desperation for his attention is heightened, not only because my pussy becomes hungrier the more it is used, but also because he cut our text conversation short. He does that sometimes, usually when he is tired, it makes me feel sad. Then I remember that his needs come first, that I am being a selfish brat, the moment passes and  my thoughts immediately return turn to his well being. 

Master works too hard. At the weekend I will look after him and help him to relax. I need to help him to escape daily stresses, maybe his legs in stockings will relax him. I will be ready for him to use. I love it when he takes his frustration out on my body. 

I am horny. It’s only day two. He knows exactly what he is doing to me, and I love it. I will be begging to be fucked by the weekend. 

Do you think I can last that long? 

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