Edging Cunt

Getting back to basics is getting to this girl's libido nicely.

Edging this morning hasn't been this intense in a long time.... my clit being so hard, Master's pussy so wet, then finding myself so wet makes me stroke wet fingers up and around my clit and then back to pussy for more. Again and again i approached orgasm and again and again i back away. i was a good slut for You, Master.

You know the effect anal beads have on Your girl. Ever since the day that You doubled my pleasure as each bead went into this ass i can't help but cream at the thought of them touching me. i didn't want to use gel, Master, not when Your cunt was so slippery so i slowly fucked myself with the beads and when the pleasure got high enough i stopped, pulled them out, and began to insert the girl cum covered beads into this ass, one at a time. With just one bead in i pulled the handle of the beads up along my slit to tease my clit more.

The pleasure was so exquisite this morning that i orgasmed as the fourth bead went in.

During the day at work i again wore Your shields, removed them with each bathroom visit and replaced them with clothes pins after admiring the pattern the shields leave on my areola. i'd start and stop my pee stream just to feel Your pussy working and i'd stroke my lovely little clitty before putting myself back together to get back to work.

i'm about to meditate now, Master. And edge some more. Or maybe i'll edge and then meditate. But i have to touch, have to touch.

Back to Basics

Master, today feels so brand new and i am so grateful!! What i mean is that i feel new energy or new hope or optimism. It's all three, really. i remember you saying back in the early days of our relationship something like "let's see the world as half full, girl". Today i just embrace that even more. i will also embrace the gift of living in each day as it comes.

i'm not sure how i moved away from living with joy in each day but i did. Before going farther i would like to offer this confession to You, Master. i don't know if it's stress, or hormones, or lack of sleep or what but probably a combination of all that plus some other things just have interfered with my grateful service to You. i didn't realize that until today. Maybe i've just been a pain in the ass. Maybe been bratty. Yet in the moment i thought i was serving well. But i think i lost sight of staying in the day and in the moment of just being grateful for You.

So, i confess a need to be accountability grateful. What i mean is this. Daily meditating. Bathroom times always with clamps and touches and visualization and pee. Cocks to ride on daily and being grateful in knowing it's Your pussy being made wet. Your nipple sheilds. Daily or multiple times daily, edging. Daily or multiple times a day fantasizing. Daily kegels. Lots of water. Daily writing to You about it all right here because You want me to because it keeps us connected during our busy lives. You've given me structure and i'm tapping into it more by talking to You about it.

So grateful to You, Master for Your patience and care.

Two in the Mirror

Mirrors line the long hallway. They are framless and i'm left without any sense of boundaries that a series of heavily framed mirrors would give me and i am left to find my way. It's uncomfortable.

There are images in the mirrors but i can't see where the images originate and maybe that doesn’t matter, really. The images are here now and i am here with them for a purpose.

There are reflections of two women in the mirrors. One woman has dark hair and the other light. The images are always just ahead of me as i walk. When i stop, they stop. When i move forward they move forward. They cast their dark eyes down, they smile softly at one another and they smile at me as they each trace along their hip down their thigh with long fingers. It's as though they are performing some type of seductive dance to lure me and they are working in unison towards that common goal. i can’t help but watch and follow even though the unfamiliarity of this dance is as uncomfortable as it is captivating.

i'm not sure which woman is leading or if one is leading at all. Seems like one of the two floats slightly forward like she's enticing the other to follow as a mimic. As if planned the mimic then takes over the lead and the other follows.

The woman with the dark hair is in red and her protruding nipples make sharp points in the satin gown. She touches the tip of one just slightly and i see that when her head drops back in an exquisite expression of pleasure her mouth opens just slightly. The mimic, the woman with the light hair, follows the motions of her darker sister and teases her own nipples under her blue satin gown. They see me watching, exchange glances and soft smiles, and continue their tease.

i move forward down the passageway turning in slow circles as i go. i see that the beginning of the mirrored hallway is far behind and it ends at a point far ahead. There is no history here but only the now and the place to where the images are drawing me. There are no others behind, nobody ahead. Just me. And the two women in the mirror.

Such sluts they are as their hips undulate and their pussies rub. Such sluts they are as their tongues tease and their fingers weave through and grasp one another’s hair. Such sluts they are as they slowly raise the hems of their satin gowns higher and higher up their curved asses to show me that heart shaped place where wet lips meet. My breathing quickens, my nipples are swollen and erect and my cunt is wet. And i just continue to walk.

i see a figure at the end of the hallway. He’s in black trousers, black boots and is without a shirt. His facial features are obstructed. i sense such strength and sexuality even as he stands so calmly.

The sluts in the mirror are floating back and forth from the right side of the hallway to the left and back again. They seem agitated and the thin straps of their gowns are slipping down their arms. Fingers are under their gowns, legs are spread, breasts are thrusting towards him. It is he, the man at the end of the hallway, they are seducing now.

i feel my hands caress my own body. The fabric is so smooth, so sensuous in feel. It glides along my curves. It clings to my ass. My right hand is under the hem of my gown and my left is kneading my breast. i see my exposed breast and Master’s nipple shield under the red satin gown.

My chest feels tight as i begin to understand now. My eyes meet hers, meet the eyes of the slut with the light hair in blue satin, we smile softly at one another and hear Master saying, so proud of His slut, “My good girl, you have please Me so.”

Wild Hearts

"I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in."
Cole Porter

i understand this, Master. i do.

i believe that men long for adventures to make their hearts race, and battles to fight for worthy causes, and seductions to make their blood boil and beauties to lure.

i believe that women long to have a man like that to be proud of, to be swept up and to share in his adventures, to be seduced, and to be the beauty.

Our culture doesn't support that very well does it. We've become fearful. Have we lost the ability to live with wild hearts?

Maybe in general that is so but within D/s we have this opportunity to live out how we are made .... man and woman, Master and submissive. Supporting fully our expressions of who we need to be.

Master, i am so drawn to Your wild heart. Sometimes i stumble because i've never experienced a man like You.... i'm trying.

i am so proud to be called Yours in this adventure.

Check Point

Regarding the previous posting.....

it might have been a good idea if i'd paid more attention to what those buzzing toys were trying to tell me from the pocket of my purse.

i had to go to a secure government building today to take care of something for work. It had been several months since my last trip there and i didn't really think through the entire check-point process.

i walked through the metal detector archway and turned aside to retrive my purse. The female sheriff's deputy had the belt stopped the belt right on my purse and from the side i could see its outline. When she crumpled up her eyebrows and said "hmmmmmm" that's when i just sort of went "oh s***", took a breath and smiled. She turned her viewer to my direction. My mind was racing.... what's she seeing, what'll i say? She pointed to something and said "can you tell me about this?" She was pointing at the vibrating nipple clamp. i said "it's a clamp" and i could tell she wasn't getting it. She said "will you show me, please" and i took my purse, opened it, opened the pocket and said "it's a personal item, can i just have you look inside here?" and then she sorta got it. But, there's more....

The purple vibe was in the pocket too the one i ride home on, the "Master's Cock" one.... so she looked in and i just acted like i do this ALL the time and she had me remove the clamp and hold it in my hand and i had to explain to her how it works. And i in my most assured voice said something like "think what a good story this is going to be." So she just shook her head, walked back to her chair and said "we see just about everything here but that takes the cake".

And rather than leave the complex by a different doorway, i made myself walk back through their checkpoint.

Buzz

The ringer volume on my cell phone is usually turned all the way down to no volume when i am at work. All quiet. No sounds. Then i turn it up just before i get ready to leave the office.

So when my purse started buzzing last week at about 5 pm, i figured i'd made a mistake and set the ringer to vibrate. No biggy. Except that when i pulled out my phone it wasn't vibrating and my purse was still buzzing. Oh NOOOOO! It must be the vibrator in the zipper pocket, the one i ride for Master on my commute and it must have turned on accidentally! So i opened it up and no, the vibrator wasn't on but my purse was still buzzing! What?? Digging deeper i felt it. The vibrating nipple clamp.

Like a good slut, i just hit the ladies room, peed, plugged Master's pussy with the vibrator, edged and went on home.

Place Called His

It's Friday already. Almost time for meditation, edging. The time of night and the time of week that is so condusive to just reflective thinking and resulting feelings.

Master's gifts this week have been many. In return i wish i could write about them in a deep and profound way or i wish i could write them into a story for Him. i know He'd like that. Something written so that He'd go WOW or better yet, go mmmmmmmmm, My slut. Or something to make Him laugh. i love making Him smile and laugh. His laugh is so warm and wraps around me like a binding to hold me still to Him.

Master sometimes says He spoils me and i feel as though He does. He gives me a place to be. That is a gift. He gives me a place to be His. That's the greater gift.

That place He's given me called "His" is where i am free to freefall as His slut and as a slut. It's a place where i don't have to weigh the choices, the choices are His to make. It's a place to freely feel and experience anything He chooses as my service to Him. i don't even have to worry about when or where. It all just seems to work out.

In this place called "His" He's guided me into His service rather than my self service. i understand much better now how i must remove all notions and actions of my control from our relationship. It was pretty painful for me to see that i had not given up quite as much as i thought i had and He still stuck with me and pulled me through that muck. Yesterday He said peeling the layers away from me is like peeling an onion... with each layer come my tears, lots of them. It hurts me, hurts good. There is no judgment in those words about peeling the layers away, just tender honesty.

This week He gave me the gift of visually seeing His cock while i pleasured Him. Master has such access to my mind that i can see Him now at my mouth as though He was actually above me as i kneel before Him. He is vivid in my mind and that's a gift. He allowed me to bring Him pleasure this week. i hope there are many more ways i can in the future.

This week He's also helped me with technical stuff with my computer. That's ongoing but will sort out soon enough i think.

So now it's time to take the more tangible gifts that Master has given me.... His voice, His shields and the pillow i can hold when i miss Him along with His guided meditation and meet Him for a while. i need to edge for Him. i need to work His cunt for Him.

i have far to go, and so looking forward to continuing this walk.

Last Night Got

to worship cock.

laid.

meditation in for 25 minutes.

to wear a dildo in Master's cunt while on my way home from work and out to dinner.

to thinking that doing daily Kegels is a good idea and will please Master in His pussy's responsiveness.

an idea that a getaway sometime in the fall sounds perfect,

and thinking ocean, so....

better join the gym again to get ready because now my schedule is stable enough to commit to it.

Fabric

Master's family is going through an experience that has potential to change the entire fabric of their family. And in the midst of the first crisis, Master contacted me to let me know.... to let me know so that i could keep them all in my thoughts, to let me know so i wouldn't be concerned if time would pass without contact, to let me know so i'd know how to best serve during this time.... or at least try. Events like this.... i don't know how else to say it but to say "event".... change the fabric of the family forever. They have the potential to send earthquakes through the fiber of the individuals.... they cause hard questions to be asked of oneself and it is just life at its most basic.

Anybody Can Say No

There may never be agreement as to what constitutes slavery in the world of D/s, but i have some ideas and opinions about consentual slavery and the practice of M/s as i understand it at this point in time...

i believe that anyone in a consentual relationship can say no. Anybody. A two year old knows how.

i believe even more strongly that a submissive can say no and a slave can say no. Yes, slaves. It isn't always easy to say no, but there are always circumstances where our will superscedes the will of another. i do not mean that it is a wise choice for a slave to say no to Master, but it can be done and has been done.

i don't believe that slavery is measured by the degree of how easily he or she gives in, surrenders, obeys, performs, etc.

i believe that slavery is the reflection of Master's work in her, and of her resulting service. It's a reflection of the ultimate alignment of the submissive to the Master, the yin to the yang. His needs become hers. His desires, hers.
Slavery does not start and stop from bedroom to the rest of life. i believe that the slave exists in relationship to the Master... without Master, there is no slave. Potential, yes. But a slave is not a slave until there is service.

The slave may have her own opinions, her intellect. And because her world is so aligned with His, her opinions and intellect are so often put to use in service to Him.

i also know that there have been books and articles written about this because it's not an easy topic. This concludes my 2 cents worth. For now.

Best Presents are From Him

Master, You were so tired, it was so late, yet You drew me back to the voice meditation You'd prepared for me earlier in the day. And when in bed, i reached between my legs and felt the thick, rich cream that had gathered as You spoke to me. More than wet, Your cunt was creamy and open. Felt the electric feelings through my clit. The edging brought me so near to an ecstatic orgasm, so near.... so fast, faster than ever before. And i just kept edging and edging, thinking about being by Your side, about Your eyes and hands on me. This was the best ever. Pain into pleasure.

Working Past the Self

Or maybe it's pushing self out of the way? Or maybe it's sending self away for good.

i am a selfish submissive. Don't know quite what to do about that except to keep saying "please forgive". And thank You for not giving up.

There must be this: "yes, this is what i want".... "is this what you want, crys, to serve Me...." "yes, this is what i want"..... yes yes yes this is who i want to be, Yours.

However, i don't like being the selfish submissive who keeps tracking back to her own needs. i don't want to be a selfish person. It's so ugly.

Selfish submission is maybe the same thing as easy submission for me at this point. Feel good submission. It's like chocolate... i mean, who wouldn't love it and want tastes as often as possible. i find that i want to give when my submission is so easy to give that it flows. When it takes me to a lovely place i just want more and want it to feel like that all the time.

And sometimes it's as though my submission has to pulled from me. i'm finding that as the top layers of submission are now pulled back, there are the strongholds waiting for You, Master, to dismantle one by one.

i understand now. Surrendering to submit, that's it. i'm understanding the full implications of surrender. And now i know that surrender can be so painful. So painful. Surrender is not always about warm fuzzy things. Surrender is about me getting out of the way for everything. For anything. And to follow You and serve no matter what. To serve You and to turn that pain into pleasure when need be.

Who ever called this "the gift of submission"? Aren't presents supposed to be pretty? This isn't pretty. It's uncomfortable. It's emotionally painful. The exorcism resulting from the emotional pain goes so much deeper than anything wrought from the administration of physical pain in a typical scene. The misery is that i usually don't see what's going on until it's too late to use this pain as erotic pain. The good is that now i know and can make it work and maybe some day it'll not be such a huge deal

In Pleasure and Pain

Every single thing I see, good or bad,
You make it mean something better.
Every pleasure, every pain,
Every nightmare that I dream
Make it mean something better.

Every time that I can't make a sound
And I think that I'm starting to drown
Even when I try to take you down
Every time that I think I'm alone
And I can't find a word of my own
You take me home
And then you change the world again.

With only one word
You took a war out of my history.
It's funny how one single thing you choose to see
Could change the world
And give mine back to me so much better.

Every single thing I see, better
Every single thing I dream, better
So much better.
Every pleasure, every pain, better
Every nightmare that I dream
Make it mean something better.

Conjure One
Extraordinary Ways
"One Word"

You Put me to Use

You brought me to this place blindfolded. Naked and cuffed with arms stretched overhead, i am securely fastened to something above our heads.... to what, i don't know. You brought me here because You want to put Your slut....Your pussy and Your tits to use.

i'm stradling a man whose cock i can feel between wet pussy lips and You've asked me to please you and pleasure him by rubbing my cunt along his hardness. Deeply i grind into him and i hear him moaning and i feel your face so close to mine as you whisper to me "that's my good girl, my slut". i pause for a moment to thank You ..... You grasp my hair, hard, pulling my head back and tell me to work for You faster and show You how i love being Your slut. You tell me that the louder i moan, the more excited and wet i will become, and the harder the cock of the slut underneath me will become.

i feel a woman's body behind me.... she is slightly built and her soft skin rubs against mine. Her fingers grasp my nipples and pull then twist until i beg her to stop. She won't stop. The pain is too much.... "what has she done to my nipples, Master?" "Keep grinding, my slut!" You hiss. So i do.

Then i sense You in front of me. i feel the head of your cock on my lips, and now Your shaft, and now Your balls. "Worship me," You say as i lick, and suck and feed from Your beautiful cock. Maybe this time i will get to drink as reward. As i hear the sub slut beneath me moan as his Mistress orders him to orgasm, i hear Your words "cum for Me now my girl, cum for Me now" and it builds and the fluids explode from Your cunt as i do and i taste Your thick cum as You pump it down the throat of Your grateful girl.

Disappointments as Milestones

Not sure what to do with this disappointment that's so deep in my heart. i've disappointed myself because i disappointed Master.

He is kind, fair and gentle. Stern in that He doesn't put up with my stuff. He is so smart and so fun and so funny and so loving. i respect Him greatly for all that He is and for what He does in His life as a husband, father, son, professional, and friend. He gives so much of himself and His time to all of us in His life and i like to think that i offer Him enough quality and quantity of mine to make His days just a bit brighter. i just hate it that i can't be perfect for Him (smiles.... who do i think i am, anyways) (i can answer that, i am His girl, flaws and all).

i don't like it that i write these "about me" blog entries. So maybe once this is done i will focus on "about experiences" blog entires? But since this is an "about me" posting, i will continue ...... i am so self focused that i can't just get over it... maybe it's because the balance is so elusive to me, that voice of balance that i feel should be me that says "hey you girl, you messed up, you cleaned it up, get over it and get on with it". When people come to me in their angst and want to talk their stuff through, that is how i encourage them to .....but following my own advice... hmmm i guess i'm not a very good self advocate. Maybe the voice of balance should be that once the self forgiveness happens and Master's forgiveness has happened, i simply hold my chin up and get on with what ever comes next in the day. Would i learn my lesson better if i just took my lumps and moved along? Or would i learn my lesson better if i played that old tape again and again to keep making myself feel bad? (that doesn't sound helpful). Maybe it would be more helpful and a better use of time to spend less time writing about it here and more time composing something that Master would like to read over the weekend? But then again, how would He know what's going on in my mind if i don't talk about it. And then again, He seems to know what's going on with me pretty well anyways (people have a certain amount of pretictability, don't they, and submissive women maybe even more? dunno)

i read the blogs that other girls write. It seems like we all do a fair share of beating ourselves up over what grace calls "infractions" (i love that word so harsh and to the point). And we also do a pretty good job of picking ourselves up and trying harder. So that's what i'll do. Just pick myself up and try harder.

This relationship that KD and i have is precious to me. One sub friend said to me "but don't we all feel that way about our Masters?" Yes, i suppose we all do. For me, personally, this is different.

KD's hypnoslut

i have an assignment and that is to write about what has happened over the past 2 days. i have until 7:00 tonight to finish my entry.... that's when Master gets home from golfing.

As luck would have it i have unexpected company tonight! So i have only part of my entry written and i beg Your understanding, Master, and i will come back to You here as soon as i can. i hope to be making You proud with my completed entry as soon as possible.

Here we go.... Master gave me another chance to complete this today.

"On a day when my pussy never stopped flowing, and i never stopped floating, i'm asked to write about my experience and i don’t seem to be able to find the words.” Master gave me this sentence as a place to start as a place to document what has happened over the past 2 days because these have been two of the most free and delightful days i have spent. Free.

But first I feel like I have to explain how we got there. If someone were to listen in on the conversations that Master and i have, they’d probably see that ours are not unlike most between a dominant and a submissive. The difference in our conversations is that He may choose to speak to my subconscious as well as to my conscious mind.

He has access to my subconscious because I give Him access to it during a trance state. I have a general awareness that it is happening but not specific awareness. It is like I just push the watchful vanilla me out of the way to allow slut submissive me to have the experience that vanilla me craves but is so way overly protective of. Somehow I know that Master draws me closest to Him when He takes me to the deepest state. And each time He does that I bond more closely to Him in my conscious-minded world as well. Just thinking about this makes His pussy throb as I write for Him.

Over the past months Master has continued to work with me to train my mind to focus on his voice, to focus on tasks at hand, to block out random thoughts, to focus on my body’s sexual responses and to focus on how i feel in response to belonging to Him. This is largely how i serve Him. Everything i do in service to KD is to follow Him where He wants to take me and to do what i can to bring light into His life in whatever way He asks. This is what He wants from me and this is what i try to give. I do mess up sometimes like when I didn’t get this entry done on time. Thank You, Master, for Your most perfect way of handling me.

i was such a huge doubter at first. My conscious mind does not like to settle down even for sleeping and dreaming or even to scene in BDSM... puts up SUCH a battle.

Anyways, i have always understood that i will grant Him access to my trance state and while in a trance state He may choose to talk to me really deeply. While in a trance state i completely understand what is going on and i can stop at any time. It’s not a whole lot different than being in deep subspace and maybe it’s the same thing. i’m not sure but they feel like they come from the same part of my mind. It’s that submissive yearning to be “one with the One” that puts us into subspace and it is also the path that works for hypnotism, too.

Master has also given me some tools that keep me close to Him, some concrete items that have emotional meaning and also evoke physical erotic responses. One tool is a visualization that He uses so that i can feel him and touch him and even smell him and hold him close to me.... and if I hold, say, a large pillow, it is like holding him. I know he has given me this gift of comfort.

Another tool KD uses is the nipple shield. The shields have become symbols of my being bound to Him so that when I see them or hold them or wear them, i feel that bond. Over the past two days i also discovered that when I wear them and then touch them i feel so very charged in Master’s pussy and it pulses and pulses and pulses. By the end of the day Monday, I had not let the shields out of my sight and wore them most of the day. I wore them to bed and awoke on Tuesday morning with one still on and holding the other in my hand.

By Tuesday morning i knew that i would crave have all three holes plugged by the end of the day. i knew that i would become increasingly aroused as the day wore on. i don’t have any specific recollection of having a conversation like that but i just knew. i knew it without thinking about it.

Master and I chatted on Monday night. i'm sure every sub has had the experience of having their minds worked and bodies worked in such subtle ways by the use of trigger words and combination of tone and sentence structure and all those other magical tools our dominants use in addition to the use of the heavier handed methods (smiles). So by Monday night when we talked and when we were talking with our group of friends, i'd been worked in a mind fuck sort of way the entire day and was ready to just sit with Him and serve Him by responding to Him in a way that i could hope to please Him.

So that Monday night with Master i felt myself slip easily into "flying" mode, so hyper tuned into every word, every expression. He had me edging as we spoke and i felt my excitement growing with certain words.... he'd encourage me with "good girl" and i'd feel tongues on my clit. He'd say something else and i'd feel His cock inside pussy. He'd bring me close to orgasm then back away and do it again and back away and do it again and back away, and then sent me to bed.

And i had some instructions. i knew that by the end of the next day we would have some time in voice chat and i would crave to have Him plug my 3 holes. i'm sure there was more but i don't remember.... i just rode the most delish wave and followed Him. Voice chat could mean some time in hypnosis and those times are so very rare and to be cherished. Such a gift it is, and I thank You Master. i was already on a cloud of bliss before i went to bed on Monday.

You know, there’s that battle between vanilla me and slut me. Vanilla me is self conscious and slut me doesn’t really know what to do with vanilla self conscious me. Master has the key, though, and he unlocked that door for me on Tuesday.

We met for a special lunch (both vanilla and slut me love to have lunch with Master).... voice and video chatting from my bed to His desk. He instructed me to have some of my toys ready so I did. And then He began.

I love His voice, I love how there is never a lack of conversation between us. I love his laugh and I love His kindness and I love hearing his passion. I love hearing his footsteps. His stern words make me cry and sometimes sarcasm makes me angry but then it also gets my attention. In my mind’s eye I can see his twinkling eyes and his thoughtful expressions.

That day I shared 3 new toys with Master. A long, ribbed glass dildo, a thick g spot vibe and anal beads. I also had Fat Boy which is KD’s name for the big penis shaped butt plug and a couple of old stand by vibes. The anal beads had been in for a while and before we started our hypnotic session, I removed it because putting it in and taking it out is the part that feels best ;). I also wear our nipple shields when we are together and most of the time when we are apart. Their use makes me most submissive to Him.

I am most comfortable on my side holding a pillow when relaxing in bed. Then with the one word He uses to trance me, I went to him. I “walked” down steps and I could see Him at the bottom of the staircase. The closer I got to Him, the deeper and deeper I went and then I let Him know I was there. He had me begin by inserting the anal beads. One at a time, my girl, He said. Take your time, no rush... and by the time the 2nd or 3rd bead was in I was in ecstasy with each additional bead. I have never felt such pleasure from something going into my ass. I was crying out in pleasure, writhing in pleasure as each went in.... I bless the person who made such a long strand of anal beads. I think I was arching from the pleasure.

One hole was filed. Then He filled His pussy with the big thick spot vibe and soon after my mouth with Fat Boy, the cock. The nipple shields sent shocks of pleasure to Master’s cunt as He worked His grateful slut.

Master talks gently to me through our sessions, creating phrases and words that evoke orgasmic feelings for me. On Tuesday He brought hundreds of tongues to stroke my clit and I actually felt His cock grinding and pumping so hard into me and then withdrawing soooooo agonizingly slowly. He fucked me again and again. The faster and louder I moaned the faster He fucked and the harder the tongues licked. The fantasies he wove for our mutual pleasure brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Wow I just remembered something. I knew ahead of time that by the end of the day on Tuesday I would have a huge exploding orgasm for Master. And I did, I did. Finally! It is so hard for me to orgasm and this one was the best ever. Ever ever. It lasted for a long time, a very long time. Master told me that I was arching and flailing around. I remember sobbing and thanking Him and telling Him how much I love Him.

That was not to be the end of our day, tho. There was another piece yet. And that was to take this experience to friends on the site where we chat while still in my bed, while still undressed, while still flying, while vanilla me was sooooo subdued and to finally be the exhibitionist sub slut I have longed to be. I had specific instructions to remain mostly covered but to tease was OK. I could discreetly fuck any of my toys (which I did and I know some cocks were made hard by the flexing of my ass as I did) and I was to share with our friends what had happened that afternoon.

I was able to spend most of the afternoon in that gloriously free state of mind and body and even now, Thursday morning, I am floating.

Master, I adore You. I thank You.