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IAmSoSorry -> It Has Begun - Day Two (6/13/2005 11:06:42 PM)
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Let me tell you about my Master.
27 years old, 5'7, blonde hair, that she usually wears in pigtails. PERFECT body.
She wears outrageous clothes, usually with platform boots. She has one pair that are pink, 9" soles, knee high patent leather.
Plus several pair of black ones.
She is a most beautiful woman, that everyone throws themselves at. I used to get annoyed, but now it paralizes me to think of it happening.
Part of that fear. What if this woman who wants to be with me, in a perfect relationship, goingto these extremes to make me happy in the process by giving me what I've learned to crave, finds me inadequate, or gets bored.......
We spent the day text messaging each other, in role. I sent her my devotion that I wrote to her:
Devotion
You are my life.
You are my breath.
You are my salvation.
I am devoted to you.
I am committed to you.
I live through and for you.
Your every wish is my sole purpose in life.
I am your property.
My place is kneeling before you,
Head down,
Begging you to amuse yourself at my expense.
I am your slave.
You are my Master.
I am nothing without you.
I love you.
We talked on the phone. For the first time, the love was evident. I was half in tears, she told me that for the first time she felt as if we were going to make it.
I'm drowning in my love for her, like never before. I really just took her for granted.
I'll always get away with it...
She'll always be there.....
We have a kid now, she's not leaving........
Idiot!
We talked on and off all day as I worked.
Tonight, I told her that I found this mesage board.
My master ordered me into the tub, my cage.
Onto my kness, lips pressed agaianst the bottom porceline, left here unbtil she called me back.
I text messaged her that I had to pee. She told me to go ahead.
God, I did. As the river of it crawled directly towards my face, I shuddered. Then it was there, flowing past me, through my lips, my nose. I didn't move.
Commitment is a pain!! lol
The lengths I'll go throutgh to prove my devotion.....
She finally called, had me stand and asked me if I cam up with a new name for my testicles. My Mastger doesn't like balls, or testicles or any of that, so I told her I thought of "My Tender Spot"
She had me grab hold and squeeze hard. Then stroke myself as I slapped "My Tender Spot."
I did as hard as I knew I could take, while she mocked me for being so disgusting.
Then she had me start the shower and rinse off.
Cold, wet, naked, I had to go get the vibrator and turn it on, then suck it.
Then she had me get the vibrator and repeat last nights performance with it.
Does that ever get easier???
Bringing me to the edge over and over.
She had me try to recite the devotion while I stroked myself, vibrator buried inside me.
I even got it amlost all right.....
After a while we stopped.
We talked for a while about things, then she hung up, giving me the go ahead to start posting on here.
After I finished the first post, she called and I read it to her.
We talked some more about where we're headed and how we felt abbout it so far.
As we talked, I wrote out day one.
She asked me to get her choke chain in her jewelry box, but I couldn't find it. She was furiouos.
So I had to get all of her boots and put them in the bed.
I didn't take enough care doing that, so I had to apologize to the boots and then tuck them in, taking one pillow for myself.
She asked me to get a dirty blanket but none were so, aggravated at this point, she had me get a clean one, and take it outside and roll around on it on the ground.
Then she had me stroking myself in the yard and asked me to repeat the devotion, but I totally screwed it up.
Now I sit here, in a pair of her panties, a copy of the devotion stuffed in the front of them, drinking massive amounts of water, typing this out...
I'm to sleep in my cage tonight......
I always thought these stories were made up. How cliche is that????
By the way, she's coming home early....THIS weekend!
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