Kindness

My Master loves to watch shows about the paranormal. Haunted houses, possessions, paranormal experiences.

I am not a believer and we have heated discussions on the subject.

But then during a time of orgasm denial my imagination began to explore the idea of this fantasy.

We had just moved into a new house, it was vacant before Mastsr bought it and had just been renovate. I was having great fun buying new furniture and decorating, the house is small but perfect for just the two of us.

The first time I walked in I felt a tingle and my skin prickled with goose bumps . This house was charged with energy but I could not tell if it was positive or negitive.

The first night we were exhusted from the move and fell asleep with just a hug and kiss. As soon as I feel asleep I started to dream. My hands were bound together and tied to the headboard. I was confused because in my dream I was alone, Master was no where to be seen and this confused me because I could not remember him binding my hands. I was getting excited, I could feel someone touching my face, I felt warm breath on my skin. I woke with a start and turned to find Master fast asleep. It was just a dream I told myself.

I tossed and turned but could not fall back to sleep so I went to the living room laid down on the couch and closed my eyes, as soon as I was resting I felt hands all over my body, not just a pair of hands but many hands. Hands were holding my arms so I could not pull away, hands were holding my legs. I could not get up to find Master. A hand was over my mouth so I could not call for help. A hand was over my eyes so I could not see.

I struggled in earnest doing my best to fight off my assailants, what was happening, who was holding me down, what was going to happen. Again I felt lips by my ear, I could feel warm breath and then I heard a whisper. We will have you, we will use you, you will submit to us. I shook my head no and tried to scream, I thrashed about frantically trying to escape the hold they had on me.

Suddenly I was released. Master was holding me in his arms, I was drenched with sweat. I opened my eyes and could only see him, I asked him why he had been holding me down, I ask where all the other people where that were restraining me.

He looked confused and said that I most have been dreaming. We were alone, no one was there.

I held him tight and told him what had happened, he just laughed at me and saud I was the only one he knew that would dream of such things. But I know it wasn't a dream, it was real!

We went about our days for the next few weeks and I did not have this experience again until Master went out of town on business. I was not afraid as Master travels from time to time and I am left alone but I still had the dream in the back of my mind.

The first night I slept with all of the lights on. Nothing happened, I was so relieved and stopped worrying.

I was watching tv on the couch when a very bad thunderstorm blew in. The electric went out and all I had were candles and a flashlight. I love storms and all of the energy they unleash. I must have fallen a sleep!

To be continued!

Physical contact distinguishes humans from other animals. From a warm handshake or sympathetic hug to a congratulatory pat on the back, we have developed complex languages, cultures, and emotional expression through physical contact.

Touch: to strike or push lightly especially with the hand or foot or an implement

When you touch me with your words,
My imagination is ignited.

When you touch me with your whip,
I feel the pain and your excitement.

When you touch me with your hands,
My skin feels electrified.

When you touch me with your eyes,
I see that I am yours.

Physical touch is the foundational element of human development and culture. The growing preoccupation with digital media versus personal physical contact, combined with the social and legal restrictions over physical contact in our schools and workplaces, may unintentionally affect these factors negatively. To foster a safe social environment in a climate of mediated communication, we should intentionally hold on to physical touch. 

Master do You love me?
Yes, with all My heart.

Master do You want me?
Yes, kneeling at My feet.

Master do You need me?
Yes, as if you are the air to breath

Most dominates won't admit that they love, want or need but Master is a special guy when it comes to these.

He molds me, holds me, bends me too till the day is done then He asks me when we're through,

Do you love me little one?

Do you want me, too?

Do you need me little one?

Oh Master, yes i do!

I was told my time for punishment had arrived. The reason I was to be punished was for causing my Master undo stress from being distraught because of my own forgetfulness.

Master went out of his way to calm my distress and was met with more frustration because I forgot that I had what he needed in my pocket to complete the task.

He reminded me though out the day that I over reacted again and that I must slow down and think things through to avoid such mistakes.  He also reinforced that I would receive a much needed reminder by way of a punishment. But I was not told what that punishment was going to be. Usually I am well spanked until my bottom is red and welted.

I was in torment most of the day with the anticipation and needed to calm down many times with deep breathing and some meditation music that I listen to on YouTube.

I was told late in the evening to go prepare for my punishment and I quickly went to the bath so Master saw I took him seriously and when I returned I was alone. Where had Master gone?

I decided that the best thing to do was to lay across the bed with my bottom raised and wait which is what I did. It seemed like forever and because it was late I must have dosed off.

I was awakened by a blindfold being placed over my eyes and this confused me because I was imagining just a good whipping but Master had other plans.

Then my hands were bound together above my head with instructions not to move them, I obeyed.

 I felt hot oil being dripped over my back and bottom, the warmth causing my nipples to harden and a tingle in my most private parts. My senses were ignited.

I thought, this was not punishment at all but pure bliss.  Master started to massage in the oil and made sure to include going between my legs to my tender pussy and the forbidden hole.

Then I felt Master at my ear and he whispered, "I saw your torment through the day and love to watch you suffer the anticipation of your punishment. I receive great pleasure from your suffering not from pain alone but from your need to please me. I know you have learned your lesson and have decided that you have suffered enough so I am going to take you now without a spanking!"

This was our busy season and we were working 12 hour days. We have a wonderful business with a great staff and our workday although stressful is pleasant. Still Master's mind is mostly consummed with business.

Master knows his slave well and watches my moods and mannerisms, i will not be so bold as to initiate play so he watches me closely.  There is not much time for long playtimes this time of year which causes disruption to some of our rituals and also causes me great  frustration.

Master would describe me as a sex addict, lol, you must know me to understand that i am a very sexually driven personality and as his  slave i have turned my pleasure over to him!  my Master is in total control, he sets the playtimes and tells me when and how I will achieve release.

Lately Master has allowed me to  masturbate as long as it is with permission and if there is no time or energy for a full playtime. i am allowed to watch pornography for simulation so i always watch bondage and discipline movies.  i am most thankful and it does help but it just is never as fulfilling as  when there is that connection, when he touches me and is in control of my body.

Then it happens, a day off!

Master can sleep in and I can pamper him with breakfast in bed and a nice hot bath. Still not wanting to be pushy with my own desire i wait for him to initiate some play.

Master was relaxing watching a football game when i came out from my bath and knelt before him. He said, "You have been forced to self satisfy your insatiable sexual desire to allow me rest, my dear little one and I also know that your need for torture is great because you are my lovely pain slut . I have missed my pleasure from seeing you tortured so I have decided I am ready to awaken your body and you know your torture arouses me so let's begin. Come lay across my lap and let's start with a good old fashioned spanking! "

Then comes the touch!

The feel of skin on skin!

My mind goes crazy with stimulation and thoughts of torment. My body tingles all over with excitement. i want only to please him.

i know virtual reality is fun in a pinch but nothing can compare  with that feeling, when the mind and the senses are ignited with his power over me. When i can release all the worries,  when i can just be his source of pleasure and feel him enjoying my body.

I am so thankful for RT! 

We have all had the discussion of the power play between the dominate and the submissive. In my experience of serving my Master for so long the rules and rituals are tried and true. Established over time to fit both of our wants and desires. Some may try and control without giving back which for me is sad because everyone has needs and when the dominate shows care and kindness as well as firmness then the submissives becomes more compliant and dedicated. Only an opinion!

Living and working together 24/7 finally allows Him the ability to live the lifestyle as He has always dreamed, attached , playfull, constantly giving each other stimulation and excitement.

i have said before that i am His submissive and it has always been this way but i have matured with His help into an intelligent, strong and independent woman.

i am a submissive to Him!

i am like a hawk perched on His arm to be there with my eyes and mind. He calls on me to help Him though out the day, to be there always to fulfill His wants and needs and in turn meets mine with strength and wisdom. Oh yes and with discipline when the need arises.

i am not weak as prey but his hawk, loyal and true!

i am alone

Completely alone

Without instruction

What will i do

No phone

No internet

i am cut off from the world

i am scared

There is a sound that i hear and i look about

The clock is ticking but the hands are not moving

Time is standing still

All that You said when You left was that You would come back

So many questions run through this slaves mind

Where have You gone?
Why did You go?
How long will You be gone?

i busy myself with day to day chores

Then ready myself for You

Then i wait and meditate to calm my fears and loneliness

As i calm my mind goes there, to that place of lovely torture

Then You return and the world spins again

i am under Your spell tis true

You pat me and hold me and tell me these words

Your my good girl, little one

I love you, I do!

I love my Master
Yes I do
I love my Master through and through

He bites me, prods me through the day
But then at night there's Hell to pay

Then before the lights go out
He holds me tight without a doubt
And whispers loving thanks to me
For being what he needs me to be

Happiness is like an orgasm if you think about it to much it goes away!

A jar of honey having been upset in a housekeepers room, a number of flies were attracted by its sweetness, and placing their feet in it, ate it greedily. Their feet however became so smeared with honey that they could not use their wings, nor release themselves, and were suffocated. Just as they were expiring, they exclaimed, " O foolish creatures that we are, for the sake of a little pleasure we have destroyed ourselves,"

Pleasure bought with pain, hurts.