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Littlepita -> Being Owned (4/20/2006 1:10:24 PM)
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This is a brag post so read it only if you like feel-good, mushy love stuff.
Today is the one-year anniversary of when I met my Sir on another board. I had asked for help with a story and he had sent me a PM offering the help. We really did work on the story … for at least a day and a half before discovering our mutual interest in BDSM and feeling the electrifying chemistry between us that demanded attention.
We spent hours online and on the phone over the next 10 months. We grew to know one another, to love one another, and we spent the effort to organize our lives so that we could be together. A little over a month and a half ago we began to live together. Our days and nights and scenes have been beyond my hopes and dreams; our relationship becomes deeper and richer everyday that I am with him and under his control.
Today we celebrated our first year with my first marking. He bent me over the ottoman and while he read to me from the book we are reading he used his hands and the riding crop to tease and arouse and challenge me. After he finished the section he’d been reading (and arousing me with!), he asked if I wanted to be marked. I said yes.
The tears were flowing before he even struck the first blow. It hurt like crazy!! He stopped after four hits. He rubbed lotion on me and gentled it into the skin he had made so pink and welted, and he held me on the couch. He brought me to orgasm with his fingers, which was a mixture of moans and tears. I’ve never come while I’m crying before. It was intensely loving and incredibly beautiful.
Today my Joe became my Master (in my heart), and I became his slave. I know truly now what I’ve dreamed of -- what it means to submit not only to gentleness -- and he knows what it means to own. Today, more was marked than my flesh.
Thanks for reading and sharing in my happiness. [:)]
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