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.



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.



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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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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Saturday morning…

It’s been a while, I fell asleep in Master’s bed after a good fucking on Friday night and woke happily in his arms on Saturday morning. He had to go to work for a little while, I was to stay at home and wait for him. I could not just sit and do nothing when he is working so hard. I got up and changed from my beautiful silk nightie into my work clothes.

I haven’t worn my maid outfit in a long time, frilly white knickers, suspenders and stockings underneath. I applied heavy make up and chose a blonde wig. My new black and pink shoes are so pretty it was great to put them on. It’s been ages since I wore my work clothes. They felt wonderful, sexy. 

I set to work tidying, cleaning and washing. I love to clean for sir. Chores is one of the things that I am good at. That and sex, so mater tells me. 

Master was very pleased when he returned, he became instantly aroused. I love it when I can do that to him. He may have the control but who has the power? 

He kisses me and touched my pussy, it’s so good to feel him way if me. His cock was so hard.

‘Please fuck me sir, please. I need it’ I was desperate. 

Master is kind, he bent me over the sofa, pulled down my knickers and fucked me roughly. I needed it badly! Suddenly he stops, gets my huge dildo, lays me on the floor and fucks me with it. My orgasm was so intense I actually thought I would piss myself. I think he may have liked that, his desperate sub pissing herself on the lounge floor.

‘May I dress you sir?’

Something that you don’t know, (well until now) is that master likes to cross dress occasionally. I like to do his make up and help him to get ready. He agrees, we go to the bedroom I plug his butt and I make him look pretty. His lips look delicious with lipstick, his legs although very masculine look amazing in stockings. I fancy him, it’s nice to have a bit of girlie time. 

Back to the lounge, I change into a more suitable dress, and I torture his sissy hole. First with fingers and vibrators, and then I milk his prostrate, he is so horny.

‘Fuck me please, fuck me with your big strap on’

I am happy to oblige, my strap on is great, one dildo inside me and one to punish sir’s sissy hole. We go to the bedroom and I set to work, I fuck his hole while he moans and I cum again and then cage his cock and milk him some more. He loves it, but he is a dirty sissy.

After releasing him from his cage sir wants to fuck me. It’s so good to kiss my pretty domme, he looks sexy and it’s nice to kiss his made up face while I ride his hard cock. 

I can not believe the amount he came, I love to milk him. 

Can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday morning. I wonder if may doms cross dress?