Remote Controlled

Dom likes to surprise me, sometimes with small things, something with huge ones. Yesterday evening, a new surprise was due, as announced some days earlier. Dom had told me that he ordered something that will accompany us on our city trip this weekend. I’d figured out that it was nothing to wear (my first guess). I was wrong: It WAS something to wear, but no cloths… I guess I looked a little stunned when Dom was revealing a love toy. Or to be more precise: A stylish black love egg to be worn in my pussy. It comes with a remote control that operates the vibration. It functions on a distance up to 10 meters, says the manual, and our first test confirmed it. Oh my goooooodddd…! The thought of it makes me both horny and anxious!

Sweet Torture without being Hurt

I am still horny when I think back on the events of last night.

“Close your eyes!”, Dom commanded. I was lying on my back, my high-heeled and stockinged legs widely spread, my pussy exposed to Dom. Softly, Dom attached cuffs around my ankles and wrists, and a collar to my thought. My right wrist was attached to my right ankle, my left wrist to my left ankle. My collar was fixed to chains that were tightly attached to the right and the left side of the bed. My blood begun boiling with the rising lust and horniness. I couldn’t move. I was there for Dom to do with his slave whatever he had in mind. And he had something special in mind: He left the room. Suddenly the air felt cooler, the room abandoned. I heard him turn on the shower in the adjoining bathroom. Ah, he made me wait. He wanted me to become impatient. The feeling of being completely at his mercy and delivered to his moods pushed me even deeper into the ecstasy of submission. I felt the slave inside me falling deeper and deeper, and by doing so shutting out everything else. My heart was pounding, my pussy felt wet, my body was both relaxed and tense, my mind open to what would come next. And so I waited. Finally, the ripple of the water stopped and shortly after Dom appeared in the room. “Are you hungry?”, he asked innocently. I was not only hungry, I was badly in need of feeling him and his power. All I could do was moaning my affirmation. My eyes still closed, I heard Dom rummage in the cupboard. Then he plugged something in the electricity socket and … yes, I knew by now what was to come. He had taken out THE machine, which he turned on now. The sound produced by the vibration of the device made my body shake and tremble. But Dom had not in mind to use it on my instantly. Instead, he put it on the bed somewhere near my feet, then he left the room once again. The sound was unnerving and torturing: I could not guide my thoughts or think of something else. Instead, I almost felt the device on my pussy and clit. It made me nervous and horny. My body cried for release while my mind struggled with the idea to accept unbearable strong sensations soon. The battle between body and mind went on for a while, until I felt some kind of calm come over me. Whatever Dom had in mind later on, I would be ready for him. When I begun to enjoy the situation, Dom emerged once again. And from then on, everything is a blur of totally hot craziness and unbearably hot sensations….

Pre-birthday Surprise

Dom surprised me with a wonderful event: Visiting one of the 50 finest restaurants in the world. It was a fest for the senses: The different tastes, flavors, textures of the food, and how beautifully it was arranged. The stylish location, the cold winter weather outside. And the best: I could experience all this with the best man on earth, with my master and husband!  Late at night, when we had eaten ourselves trough as much as 10 courses, we had mind-blowing sex as a dessert. Dom still wore his suit. I was laying on an elegant armchair, legs widely spread. I was so horny. When he told me to touch myself I realized that I was completely wet. Dom pushed down the zipper of his trousers and revealed his beautiful cock. WIth a stern expression on his face that reflected his horniness and demanded for the full compliance of his slave, he knelt between my legs and started to fuck my ass. Feeling his rock-hard cock slipping deep inside me drove me crazy. I forgot everything around me and took off to the world of pure pleasure and ecstasy.

I am still a little dizzy from all the impressions of the last 24 hours…

Trust

I’ve stumbled across some wise words, which describe better than I could ever express in words what the core of being a slave is all about:

“Once the entirety of a sub’s trust is given, she will discover that it has suddenly freed her from the need to protect herself, from the need to put a lid on her self-expression, and from the need to armor her heart when she is with her Dom. For this person has not only made sure he understands all of who she is, he has not only accepted it – he has embraced it. Every flaw, every fear, every dream, every hope, all of her; and in doing so, he has taken a sort of possession of her. She trusts him so completely that she can give all of herself to him, and knows that he will not harm her.”

Heading back home

A business meeting lead me to my old home town this afternoon. Strangely, it doesn’t feel like home anymore. It’s more like a friendly place, ladden with good and not so good memories. I am sitting in the train back home now, impatient to arrive where my heart has found it’s new and true home. There is no sadness or regret but only joy while the the train carries me away. My destiny is waiting for me – my master and husband!

Late Nights and Early Mornings

I am in a very good mood today. No wonder: Dom made my start into the day hot and exciting. I was barely awake, felt his warm body pressed to my back. Suddenly, I felt something else: His hard cock that tried to find it’s way into my pussy. My body reacted automatically and arched backwards so as to welcome him. My pussy was wet immediately. And when I finally felt his cock inside me, I was electrified.
Today morning started as good as last night ended. We had a very pleasant evening together, starting in our favorite Pizzeria. We were immersed in discussions about this and that. As so often, I was aware how much we share: So many topics interest both of us, which makes for very inspiring conversations. After our meal, we went to the movies. The old cinema was like a testimonial of past times: It was charming with it’s slightly shappy, old-fashioned carpets, high ceilings and it’s somewhat faded glamour. Close to midnight, we arrived back home. I was horny like hell and had in mind to sit Dom on the couch, rip off his trousers and suck his cock. But before I could do such a thing, Dom took my hand and lead me to our bedroom. He started fervently to rummage trough his “master’s tools”. When he finally  found what he was looking for, I was a little shocked: a butt plug. “Oh no”, was my first thought. “I hate that thing!”. On the other hand, I was so horny that I didn’t care much. So it was finally him who made me sit on the couch. He produced the plug and some love balls and commanded: “Put it in!”. I made both tools wet with my tongue and inserted the plug first (yes, I hated it!), then placed the love balls in my pussy (no, I didn’t hate this!). That was not all: Dom placed a gag in my mouth, too. I can’t recall how the events unfolded after that. I just know that I immediately drifted deep into the world of submission. Everything blended together: His beats on my ass, my thighs and even on my breasts (very soft ones – and I liked it). His wet, soft tongue on my pussy that inflicted waves of passion. The scarf around my throat that prevented me from breathing, sometimes more, sometimes less. His warm but stern voice, that called me his slave, his bitch, his slave. His wonderful cock, which I was allowed to lick at some point, and to feel deep in my pussy later. I even liked the butt plug and the love balls, both of which filled me deeply and added to the feeling of being completely at Dom’s mercy. I was flying. No thoughts were able to form in my head anymore. I was flowing in this happy feeling to be owned by him, to serve him and not to reflect about it.

7 Months

Today, Dom and I are married 7 months. It’s strange: In one way, our wedding day seems like yesterday. On the other hand, I have the impression that we have known each other forever – or at least for a very long time. Life with Dom has become colorful, passionate,  intense and happy like never before.

In a couple of minutes, Dom will arrive at my workplace to drink coffee together. I am a little nervous and excited to see him – just like in the first days. Dom, I am coming..!

Naked

After a whole week of wearing my slave’s collar I’ve taken it away today morning because I felt not comfortable wearing it for work. It’s too big and obvious to wear for everyday life. However, I have discovered today morning that I hate not wearing it. I feel naked somehow and there is always the perception that something is missing. I hope to put it back on tonight. Looking forward to it..!

Way

Dom played with me all the way trough to the small  hours of the morning. More than ever, I feel as his slave. There is something going on right now: I am going my way with Dom into a more complete submission. It is filling me with the deepest satisfaction and happyness. It’s incredible… Dom told me not to think about the whys, but just to accept our relationship and how it develops as what it is. Although surprised at times about myself, I will stick to that advice and simply enjoy it.

Alisha

Alisha, yes I would have like to meet you. My Dom was especially looking forward to it. And he would have made me spoil and treat you while he would have watched us. I would have loved to suck your breasts and caress them softly, and to make you crazy by biting your nipples lightly until you moan with desperate pleasure. I would go on by kissing my way down your belly. I would stop right above your pussy and let you wait with anticipation until you would beg me to go on. Softly, I would part your labia and hold them spread. You would feel my breath on your pussy before you would feel my touch. And then, without warning, I would dive into your pussy. My lips would close around your clit. Ever so lightly, I would start to suck on it. Your breath would come in gasps. You would cry and moan, faster and louder now. I would penetrate your pussy with a finger and stimulate a cock penetrating you while my tongue would go crazy on your clit. Your juice would drip out of your pussy, your hips would be rocking forth and back, and you would grab my hair and pull my head closer to your pussy. And then you would explode, accompanied with loud cries of sheer pleasure. Your climax would come in waves and last an eternity. And then, you would finally collapse and nestle close to me, hold me tight, bury your head in my breasts and recover there until the real world would come back to you.

… unfortunately, Alisha, you are not real. Your are an invention by the really naughty Pavati who tried to give a special edge to yesterday’s event. I guess, my Dom will punish me for this and, honestly, I’ve earned it!