"HIS Good Girl!"

Master came home early yesterday and used His slave for the first time in too long. i had shut down, as my need for Master's usage is real. The only way for me to remain functional at all is to deny the most basic part of my nature. W/we have been in survival mode, but the light is shining at the end of the tunnel, and with any luck, it's not a freight train heading O/our way. One can HOPE.

Master's taking of His property woke the sleeping slave within. i did not doubt His commitment to this lifestyle as i have come to believe it is truly His "true nature" also to live as Master of His Domain and Ruler of His Realm. That mastery extends into all parts of His life. As with owning a slave, running His own highly stressful business is very focused and demanding. Slave has tried to reduce her demands, but in doing so, she denied what she is, so when Master chose to reclaim His, it was as if W/we were back to the beginning (for me!)

i did not fight externally, altho i did find it difficult to hold my positions as well as i usually do. i also was MUCH more vocal in expressing my pain. i was still adjusting to Him being home so early (dinner not started or really even planned, still in street clothes, etc) So when he came into His bedroom and commanded me to "kneel" i initially resisted saying "i'm not in the mood...i feel totally vanilla...i don't want to..i forgot how."

Either He was truly doing "it" for His own pleasure or to meet His perceived duty to the ownership of a slave, as my protests did nothing other than make Him redouble His efforts to have what is His.

slave knelt as ordered (as vanilla as life may seem to have become to this one, in retrospect i see that the one true constant of my slavery is OBEDIENCE.)

slave begged: "please don't! i'm not ready!"

Master says "How is this? Now i want to use what is mine, as you complain i don't, and you say "vanilla"? Why do you buy these things if you do not expect me to use them?"

"PRESENT"

slave drops arms to floor with bottom presented for use.

Master: "Pull down your pants." Rubbing, stroking.

"SPREAD"

slave whimpers and spreads.




i stumbled across a "jokari" paddle in a resale shop earlier in the week and left it on Master's table with no comment. He saw it and said "this looks like it would hurt." Slave continues with "no comment". Paddle stayed on coffee table and Master picks it up occasionally and says "I might get carried away with this."

slave: "i trust You."

As with many things in life, the fantasy is frequently quite different than the reality! i don't think i had truly allowed myself to fantasize about being spanked with it much, as i have been focusing on my own work and handling my responsibilities with as little direction as possible to make this time easier for Master. Well, it was EVIL!! Master started somewhat gently as it had been awhile since He had played with His slave in this manner. Soon the intensity was overwhelming. There was no subspace escape. Slave learned subspace is not a taxi which can be ordered to take one away!

i learned later Master enjoys the "slappy" things better than "thuddy". Lucky for me, as i was having no fun! As He hadn't bound me at all, i was using every bit of my commitment to "slavery as a choice" not to run away! So, he moved on to another toy which i also had chosen for Master's pleasure and was surprised by how much it hurt! So often these things look more fun than they are in reality. Luckily, pain has more than one component for this slave.



Master used His slave well and seemed to be enjoying His efforts. He removed my pants and spread my thighs further apart and smacked His pussy with the flat of His hand. (here i will admit to fantasy..i don't quite know why but that action populates my imaginings often!) He rubbed and inserted His fingers and opened me a bit. He walked around me and pulled on my nipples which always arouses me. He place clothes pins on my hard nipples and pulled them until He heard my moans.

He ordered me to remove the last of my clothes and spread me again. Master began using a belt on my ass, occasionally marking my inner thighs and biting it into His pussy. He ordered me to rise to my knees and place my arms behind my back so He could mark my breasts more easily and enjoy the visual evidence of His taking of His pleasure. He twisted the clips and i felt my pussy flooding in betrayal of my continuing protests.



He beat my shoulders and tits and removed the clips after slapping against them several times. He took each nipple, in turn, in His fingers and twisted and tugged until He got the moans of pleasure He seemed to desire. Even without the freedom i usually find from Master's use, i knew i was being used for the purpose my Owner wished. My pleasure was in knowing i am His to use as He wishes..with or without my pleasure. The pure bonus is the knowledge that i am owned and safety in the knowledge that Master will not allow me to move too far way from Him emotionally. i felt He forcefully took control of His and felt myself slip back into the warmth of my slavery. This is my peace.

"Assume your position."

Slave knew to drop back to my knees with head lowered in reverence to the privilege of Master's use. Master used the belt on my ass for a few more strokes and them plunged His exquisite member into my wet open cunt. My reward at last!! i held my position and finally was able to fade away into the bliss of my Master's cock! He pulled my ass back into each of His powerful strokes and pounded into the top of His pussy until i could feel myself beginning to swell from His thrusts assaulting the opening to my womb.

Master was intent on continuing marking His property. Even as He filled me with His hot shaft He continued to smack my thighs with the tip of the belt and elicit the screams of pain He desired. With every thrust and each stroke of the strap i slipped deeper and deeper into the protection of Master's ownership and the joy of the knowledge He was enjoying using His slave.

My Master has remarkable control and as quickly as He had begun the pounding of His pussy, He stopped. Slave whimpered when Master's cock was taken from her as she knows it is her reason to live and allows her to soar when filled with the object of her obsession. The psychological control my Owner innately exerts always surprises and amazes me. When i think He is lost to His own physical pleasure He is able to stop and delay His pleasure to extend His mastery of His slave.

i am ordered back to a four point presentation. He runs His hands over my trembling body, sending electric shocks throughout my mind, body and soul. i hear the words that give my life meaning and my most exquisite joy.

"MY GOOD GIRL"

i am in heaven!!

my natural Master sets about solidifying the connection between His extreme use and my pleasure. i can not tell you today what He used next or how many strokes He chose to apply to His slave, nor will i try to convince myself the pain was my pleasure. This time the pain hurt..but the joy was knowing i was able to accept the pain in service to Master and He was pleased with my service and taking pleasure is His usage of His slave.

From far away i heard the command "DOWN" and went immediately to the position He requires for easiest insertion into His pussy. He used His knee to open my posture as wide as possible and make me as humble and helpless to move from His forceful entry and use. He slide into me with one deep thrust and held me against Him before beginning His stroking of His pussy again. My submission came back to me, with joy, as i felt totally valued within His ownership of me. He exploded with a massive amount of cum. He held me tightly and allowed me to feel the heat of His throbbing cock filling me to the maximum.

i felt Him withdrawal Himself from me and place something beneath me to catch the flow from my swollen opening. He placed His hand on my neck and pushed me into the position He desired and gave me the order:

"STAY!"

i remained as commanded and felt the warmth of my Master's cum flowing from me for a very, very long time. My face was flat against the floor with my body folded into a posture of perfect submissive worship. i was given the gift of peaceful reflection of my place and the power of Master's instinctive ownership of His property. The trust and intimacy that flowed thru me can only be described as "BLISSFUL JOY".

My position held as perfectly as if Master had bound me in His tightest, most careful bondage. He holds my mind, body, spirit and very soul with the touch of His hand. His understanding of my needs and the miracle of sharing them with Him is my greatest joy.

Thank YOU, Master, for your Ownership and allowing me the privilege of Your beautiful cock within me. Thank You for beating me to take me back to the place You require.

i am YOURS, yesterday, today and tomorrow.