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 it off. I don’t know Master’s personal habits. 

I returned to bed, smiling. Master had brought cold water and some of the fruit i had purchased. We chatted and laughed and basked in each other’s presence. Master tells me to clean up the snacks, and of course, I do. He sits and watches, pleasure is in his face, like the happiness in his eyes. 

We laid there, comfortably chatting, until i dozed off. Master held me, watching me sleep. Some time later, he awakened me gently, with kisses and calling my name. My eyes flutter open, and im possessed by need. The fog clears from my eyes and I smile at my Master. Telling him that I need to go to the restroom. He allows me, so i get up and go. I notice 2 pairs of jeans. I thought it was strange, but shrugged

I return to Master, and kneel at his feet. Smiling inside, I’ve waited forever for the chance to do this. Master smiles, I think maybe he’s been waiting for this moment forever, too. 

Master leans in and tells me how proud he is of me. And begins slipping something over my head. Instantly im engulfed in darkness, and gasp, “Angel” Master says, “Be calm. Im here and you are safe.” Instantly i relax and picture my surroundings. “Yes, Sir” i reply. 

Master guides me up to the bed, and instructs me to lie down. I obey hastily, letting him guide me. Then, he steps away. Complete silence and darkness. I wait patiently, hearing Master move around the room. Hearing doors open and close.  

“Angel, I’m here. Do as you’re told, okay?” “Yes my Master” I reply. 

I hear a rustling and immediately feel the stinging thud of the flogger across my breasts. “You’re right, she’s beautiful and takes it well” comes from another male voice. Im naked and helpless! Then I remember Master’s words, and relax, as the flogger keeps hitting and hitting. Then the swats change and he goes further south. My legs are spread wide and I hear Master say “she gets so wet” “she does” his friend replies and asks if he can penetrate me.

“Mouth only” Master replies and the lashing continues. “That cunt is mine” Master says. I smile and let out a moan. The mask is lifted from over my mouth and Master says “head over the edge Angel.” Immediately i comply. A cock enters my mouth and begins brutally penetrating over and over. I want to make Master proud, so I resist gagging, although my eyes water. 

And I feel another cock rubbing against my cunt. Master! 

Im moaning as he penetrates me for the first time, and I feel balls tightening under my nose. And prepare to swallow cum. But he pulls out and decorates my breasts. Master is the center of my attention anyway, and I’m happy to focus on him. 

I tighten and relax and begin to beg to cum. “Please Sir, pleeeeeeease! Pleeeeeeeease! Oh God Sir, pleeeeeeease!” “Angel, my Angel.” The sensations are overwhelming, and I beg louder, I need release. Still focused on his voice and his desires. Finally, he says it. My word, my special command. And I release, squirting torrents. Flooding the bed and Master. “Mmmmmm good girl” Master says, as he fills me with his seed and collapses on me, panting. He reaches up and removes the mask. “I love you Angel.” He says, kissing me. I moan into his mouth. I love you too. 

Im on the way to meet Master for the first time. 6 hour drive, and between phone calls, the music is blaring. Im a careful driver, obeying speed limits and all the laws. I arrive at the motel, and Sir is still going to be a few hours, so I went and got some fruit and veggies, got the key, leaving one at the desk for Sir. 

When i get to the room, i unload and make myself comfortable. Taking a hot bath to relax after the drive. Making sure His Slave is presentable, shaving, and using soap that smells good, when I finish, I shower, double check His body. Getting out, i dry my hair straight, and apply makeup carefully, using the makeup that will smear. Put on lingerie and take a nap. Its difficult to settle my mind, but I pass out hard.

Its slow and deep and filled with passion, everything i had imagined. Tongues dancing, exploring. My mind is racing as he breaks the kiss, i have to kneel! “Master, i meant to meet you at the door kneeling.” “Shhh, Angel, I just want you in my arms,” He replies. And his hands and lips begin to explore my body, his body, my gift to him. As I kiss his face, neck, he begins to trail down to my breasts. Making love to them, caressing at first, and then he bites, and I smile and moan. There’s my sadist. He pauses to slap my breasts, then my face, as i looked down. “Angel, you know I only hurt you because you like it?” He asks. And I reply “yes, Sir.” And he continues his exploration further down. Trailing kisses and tiny bites, my moans filling the room. I’m so wet!

 I awaken when the bed moves, Master has entered and settled in without waking me (hope i wasn’t snoring!) And is climbing into bed beside me. “Angel” he calls. As I wake up slowly and realize where I am, I answer, while rolling over, “Is that my Master, my love?” Master’s hards touch me first, as he slides his arm under me. “My Angel” i hear him say, and he leans in for our first kiss. I notice he has removed his clothing, as I feel our warmth increase between us. 

He reaches the crevice between my legs, and asks “what’s this?” I pause for a moment, uncertain of language. “That’s your cunt Sir.” “What am I going to do with it?” He presses further. “Anything you wish, Sir, its Yours.” In reward, Master begins to explore my depths, familiarizing himself with my anatomy. Caressing, probing, teasing. And then a slap. It takes my breath away, and immediately Master notices my milky wetness. “Mmmmm Angel, you like this! ” and swats His cunt again and again. My moans become whimpers as I begin to beg, Master smiles sadistically. “Not yet.”

And he turns me over, instructing me to get into position, “bottom up, face down.” And I quickly comply. I would do anything for this man. “Legs spread, Angel.” And I comply. I hear him moving around, taking something out of his bag, and next i feel his flogger across my backside, and I moan in pleasure. “So wet and dripping my Angel” he says, and delivers another lash, As I moan in reply. 

“On your back, my slave, head over the side of the bed.” And I comply quickly, opening my mouth, as Master slides his cock into my mouth and throat. He holds it in place for what seems like eternity, i just calmly wait until he decides i can breathe. No point in panicking, if I pass out, he’ll be here when I awaken. But he doesn’t let me pass out, and begins humping my face. I begin to respond in an instinctual way, caressing with my tongue, tightening and loosening my lips, his pleasure my only care. 

Master begins to explore His cunt again, teasing, probing, slapping, as he takes his pleasure from my mouth. My saliva leaking around him, nose buried in his balls. “Moon, Angel” Master says, my command to cum (thank goodness!) And i let forth a powerful orgasm, as he fills my mouth and stomach. Of course, I swallow every drop, and keep working his cock, making love to it, showing my devotion. Master withdraws after a time, cuddling close next to me, pulling a pillow and his arm under my neck. “How do you feel, my Angel?” “Wonderful Sir” i answer, smiling at him. He leans in and kisses me passionately. “That’s only the beginning, my love,” he says, and I return his kiss with all i have.

I crave the calm of your kiss, the strength in your arms, your primal growl in my ear, your flesh in my teeth…. the fire between my legs…. the spark when you rub your match over my striker …. the explosion when you fill me. The wildfire that consumes us, the rhythm of our passion, the flood when you make it rain, the look on your face, the sound of your voice, the deep heat when you release, mmmm your slow grind when you own me, when I am complete once again, when I am whole

always, ♡, me

A tickly beard touches my face. Time to wake, babygirl, Daddy made your favorite plate!

Giggles take wings from butterfly kisses, ok, now wakey wakey little misses.

Chocolate chip pancakes and all the fixins sit on a tray, syrup on the sides for dippin.

Thank you Daddy! Youre the greatest! Eat up, babygirl, and dress, we have to go places.

I eat what i can, im just a little girl, and put on my pink dress and stockings and twirl.

Very pretty my sweet little, now sandals and shoes, in the car, remember you sit in the middle.

I skip to the car, bringing my stuffie, Daddy holds the door, and carefully buckles me.

Where are we going, Daddy? He smiles and kisses my head, be a good girl and don’t ask questions instead. 

Ok Daddy, i say, filled with excitement. Daddy’s surprises are always wonderful, i know he won’t give me even a hint.

We drive a long way, til the trees are tall and thick. Ok baby, time for a walk, and maybe a picnic!

I walk carefully, holding Daddy’s hand. Daddy watches the ground and tells me where not to stand.

He points out the pretty flowers, he knows the trees by name. He talks and teases, i love Daddy’s games.

Finally we get to a clearing, we already walked a long way. Are your legs tired, baby? If you want, we can stay. 

Please Daddy, i would like a rest. Daddy pulls out a blanket, spreads it on the ground like a nest.

Have a seat, little one, take your sandals off. I plop down exhausted, that was a long walk!

We lie back and cuddle, Daddy points out the clouds. A puppy and a unicorn play behind the wispy shrouds!

I imagine a magical kingdom, Daddy helps me make up a story. A king and his princess, ruling in all their glory.

I look into Daddy’s eyes, his smile begins to change. Do you think you can be a big girl now? I nod, thinking how strange. 

Daddy lowers his face to mine, i smile as i feel his kiss.. i wrap my hands around his neck, this is big girl bliss. 

Daddy deepens his kiss, i hear his low growl. His hands find my throat, his lips start to prowl.

Teeth on my ear as my breath is taken away, here, on our blanket! In the middle of the day!

My head feels light as his hands wander lower, he bites my neck, his growl growing slower.

My dress melts away, something about torn buttons. Im exposed next to Daddy, vulnerable and open.

Daddy’s beard tickles as his bites trace my curves, i gasp as he finds my hidden place, reach for his hair as his tongue begins to swirl.

Im at his mercy, my moans fill the air. Sometimes Daddy stops and watches, my body responds without care.

My mind leaves earth for a little bit, then i realize the growls have stopped. Welcome back mine, he says, then my lips feel his on top.

Thank you for Daddy’s picnic, he says in a delicious kiss. But Daddy, its not fair, you got a snack, i have to miss?

I reach for Daddy’s zipper, its already down, he laughs, ok baby, I can’t stand to see your frown. 

I kiss his neck and let my hands explore, i straddle his legs, and kiss, seeking more.

Daddy pulls out my prize, im careful to take my time. Listening to his growls, i slowly draw out what is mine.

I do all Daddy’s favorite things, bobbing and licking, my very best. Daddys breaths quicken, a deep moaning growl begins in his chest.

He grabs my hair and pleases himself through my lips, i relax and enjoy, my snack comes next! 

I yield myself to his fun, doing all the things a good girl does. Daddy finally relaxes, such a good girl, and pulls me in for a hug.

Daddy and i rest and cuddle, we giggle at the clouds. Time to find your clothes little missey, and get ourselves to the house. 

The walk back doesn’t seem as long, we watch the sunset through the trees. I fall asleep on the ride home, filled with happy peace.

Daddy tucks me in and kisses me goodnight. Did you enjoy your day, little one, i hear, and nod, as dreams come into sight. 

Weakness is my mask

I wear it without shame

Service is my cloak

My purpose is the same

Duty lies upon my hands

The tenderness He claims

Identity unveiled in whispers,

Submissive is my name

I rest upon my knees,

Yet equal to His stare

The chains of His freedom

Are only mine to wear

His pleasure is my virtue

His will, my only care

His arms, my safe haven

His peaceful unrest we share

In my Master’s prescence,

All masks are stripped away

At my Master’s beckon

Cloaks fail, at our feet they lay

Master sees deep inside

At His very whim I stay

Master lifts my heart up

His hands, my pleasure claim

Lifts me up from the pain

Master regards my scars

Intently He searches

The blemishes on my heart

His touch, our souls collide

Eternal bond so rare

In melting conciousness

Love’s eternal flames share

In peaceful chaos here

Our obsessions unite

Where obedience yields

To my worship divine

Master owns my body

The Keeper of my mind

Master consumes my soul

I am His, He is mine

My body, His alter

My heart is His throne

Sacrifice in surrender

My life, His very own

Perfect in seduction

Love in Bondage shown

Fear and trust combine

In ecstasy unknown

Weakness is my mask

I wear it without shame

Service is my cloak

My purpose is the same

Duty lies upon my hands

The tenderness He claims

Identity unveiled in whispers,

Submissive is my name.  

Patiently I kneel & wait.

Inside, trembling, I hunger,

Im needy, I yearn & I shake.

It seems its been forever.

Heart pounds, I struggle for air

Worried that the need will win

My shifty eyes attempt to stare

Seeking to control my sin

My fix stands close, just beyond sight

Silently calling out my name

Surrender to me tonight

Oh, I know how we play this game

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My body silently cries out,

I know I can bear it no more

I wait, I know what its about

Kneeling, still, aching all the more

I savor the seering pain

Body rages as we are one

Heated peace rushes through my veins

My mind slows, the calm has begun

Laying now, taking in my bliss

My antidote sleeps at my side

Moments before shared true love’s kiss

Oh, my Love, You’re my favorite high

I love you more than I have words to explain, so I won’t try

instead,

when I dress, I’ll dress for you

when I eat, I’ll consider you

when I’m choosing things, I’ll choose healthy, for you

I’ll take care of myself, rest, eat, and present myself daily, as if you were here

I’ll act in public as if, when I turn around, you’d be standing there

to be proud of your girl, proud to say Mine, anywhere, everywhere, always.

I love you, but more than this, I live you, everyday.

He is acutely aware of the saddness and pain around him. He sees it in the eyes of those who pass by him, he feels surrounded by it. The hurt & loneliness in the hearts of others cast shadows around him, close in on him like bars, his own personal cage. He knows he should open the doors and effect change, but how?

Not that he is a stranger to pain. Make no mistake, fear is not the issue. His life has been filled with the need to overcome. From a tiny dark house he hales, where saddness was abundant. Happiness lived there as well, and he has learned to thrive on the happy moments. Among those he is closest to, he has become accustomed to being a guide, a leader into the light, out of the darkness. He has taught so many of his nearest and dearest to thrive on the happiness as he does. But he longs to lead those around him, these sad faces he sees in his dreams, to find the beauty and happiness around them. To help them to thrive, to teach that survival is merely not death, that life is meant to be lived, loved, enjoyed.

He aches to see so many content in their discontentment. He sees them disregard beauty, overlook the everyday pleasures and gravitate toward the negativity. “How can they settle for so much less.” He wonders. “How can I lead, where do I start? ”

She sits on the fountain ledge surrounded by beauty, her inner pain blocking it out. She wears her hurt like a shroud. Occasionally a person, a sound or a breeze might catch her eye, she regards them as though through the bars of a cage, there is just solitude. Her life has a rhythm but no point. She’s been let down by so many, trust would be careless.

She wasn’t always this way, she thinks. Life had once been simple. Love was once safe. There was a time when saddness was a stranger and her heart bubbled and burst with joy, much like the fountain she sat beside. Those who had surrounded her often teased her light hearted nature. Before the darkness came. Came and enclosed her, wrapping her in this shroud. Leaving her to regard life as lonely and useless.

“How can you go back?” Her heart wonders. How does one strip away the darkness as it clings so tightly, suffocating any thoughts of freedom? Her handsbound tightly by fear-this cage has an unlocked door, if only she had the strength to overcome her bindings.

He could feel her saddness the moment he saw her. The vagueness in her eyes called to him, the beauty she held inside begged for freedom like a single crimson rose blooming from amidst the thorns and weeds. If only she could be shown freedom….

She noticed him passing by… his body screamed of life but defeat threatened in his eyes. The rarest of roses, so carefully tended, but now forgotten. If only she had the power to stop the darkness from consuming another- if only she could reach out of this cage….

I’m so sick of the darkness…

He’s not sure if he said it or thought it, but their eyes locked intensely and it was her voice he heard…

She was certain it was just a thought, but how could that deep voice be in her head… she was positive his lips never moved…

He gravitated toward her, the burning intensity of curiosity and some inexplicable sense of oneness calling him to her… how can she breath through all the weeds? Her beauty seemed to be choking in saddness and fear…” if I could help just one,” he thought, “let it be you.”

She felt him approach, fear gripping her, the darkness screaming at her to run, but his eyes… so full of life…. Wonder and need kept her rooted firmly, somewhere within a peace began to grow at his approach. .. “free me!” Her heart begged.

Fear and doubt threatened to entwine around him. .. what would he say? How could he help… the desire to know, to try pushed him forward. .. her need called for him…

Panic rose within her… what could she say? Something had to be done to help this approaching soul escape the threatening shadows… The sound of the fountain behind her danced into her mind… a moment of insanity? Or clarity? 

An inner strength she had forgotten existed began to surge at his nearing presence… “its rediculous, such a terrible idea. ..”

He looked in her eyes as he finally reached her.. he saw the twinkle in her eye and thought, “yes, its there, she can see beauty, she just needs to be…”

“Free?” She spoke first. That’s not possible, he thought, then shook off his surprise quickly, a coincidence no doubt, and smiled. ..”I am.”

Her darkness sought to consume her as fear gripped her, “no, do not, look at the beauty in his eyes, hurt will happen” it screamed. But in her heart, peace was already beginning to bloom, she thought “I just need to be. …” “Free?” She spoke aloud.

A warmth grew within her at the sound of his voice, his gaze empowering her to maintain eye contact. He sat beside her and felt her drawing him to her, something deep within- like he was being absorbed by her need- like the rays of the sun on a summer garden. Small talk passedbetween them as this indescribable exchange took place…. his strength lending her the power to fight her darkness, her need feeding his soul. Her smile drew him in deeper, he feasted on the transformation he beheld. The peace that washed over him seemed to reach out… touching her, stripping away her shroud.

As the conversation grew charged with emotion, he felt his freedom surge. Her shroud of fear and saddness at her feet, she began to tremble at the unknown- fear threatened to grip her once again as it welled up inside her, promising hurt if this man continues to leave her exposed and vulnerable. Her feet begged to run and she diverted her gaze, the familiarity of her shroud beginning to rise up around her…. He saw the twinkle in her eye begin to fade, the weeds of fear and doubt beginning to overwhelm her… he must feel her gaze! He reached out to her, hand on her chin and directed her gaze into his his eyes. He found no resistance, but saw fear well up as a tear slid down her cheek. “Let me free you” he whispered. “My cage is too strong” she weeped. “I am not afraid of your cage” he replied. “There are thorns on my chains, you will hurt” she sighed, her eyes begging him to fight for her. “I know your chains well, I grew up among those thorns. I hold the key your cage, because its so like my own. Don’t fear, my Love, trust.” Her eyes reflected her longing “I’m so afraid… I don’t know how to trust.” He slipped his arm around her back, “I can be strong enough for us both, you only have to let me hold you.”

Suddenly years of exhaustion seemed to overtake her at once. “I need” was all she could say as his arm caught her. She collapsed against him, letting the fear and saddness and darkness melt away. 

He felt a strength and power surge within him as he caught her- an emotional rush like adrenaline spread throughout his being as he ripped the doors of both their cages off and vowed to himself they would never return. He held her there, feeling powerful and free, all cages and chains lay at their feet.

“What shall I call you?” She whispered. “Yours” he replied. “And you are mine, Love, forever.”

She gasped at his words, unsure how to respond. “You may call me Daddy” he instructed.

A spark began to twinkle in her eye again. “Daddy?” The word melted his heart. “Yes, Love?” She looked at the fountain, touched the cool water with her fingers, then looked into his eyes. “I need a drink, Daddy. Will you join me?” As her wet fingers caressed his cheek, her request settled into his mind. Roses swaying in the gentle breeze crossed his mind as he chuckled, “Yes, Love. Let’s dance.”

Hand in hand they stepped over the ledge of the shallow fountain. Those who passed by hardly noticed the life changing events taking place in their presence. Some looked disdainfully at the couple playing in the fountain, disregarding the behavior as youthful, uncalled for. Inside the borders of the fountain, though, happiness and freedom have been found. In seeking to heal each other, they found the strength to stand, to smile, to dance

A maiden lay broken in a field, her burdens like flowers surrounded her. Their scent wafted through her soul, leaving only the stench of ruin. Her sole possession a dried rose petal.

Her body ached from her years of lying here, her torment consuming her as the rays of the hot summer sun.

She surrendered to the nothingness, believing this was all life had to offer.

She squinted as the sun reflected off the mirage that approched her. She startled when it spoke, his voice soothed her soul in a manner unfathomable. The armor clanked as He dismounted His steed, and knelt beside her. Her hands seemed to purify at His touch.

His eyes lent her strength as He helped her arise. Her soul filled with life, at His gaze. The warmth of his heart, brushed over her in a blush. Her aching body healed, when He lifted her upon his steed.

As they rode away, she flourished in His embrace. Through the grateful tears in her eyes, she regarded her soul possession, now I bright red rose, in all its glory.

I lay here in my cocoon 

My shell, your strong, able arms

Peace fills this, my tiny room

Your love, consuming my heart

Safely tucked in your shelter

My transparent heart yields all

My soul is yours forever

My mind is yours without walls

Body, soul, mind surrendered

Heart has been taken by storm

Submission, desire my tender

My life is yours to transform

Pain ravaged lives find healing 

Breaths entangle in love’s kiss

Hearts race, our calm finds footing

Life’s cruel scars melt into bliss