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slaveish -> Wowwwww ... (3/26/2007 8:57:53 AM)
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Talk about a positive experience.
After talking for a number of months now, I met Master and my slave sister this weekend. Before we met, Master said to accept my place and to come home. Sounded good, but it sounded ~too~ good, you know? It wasn't something to really believe.
But it ~was~ home. Master was right! It was welcoming, open, warm, caring, loving, and comfortable from the moment I walked in the door.
Not too long after greeting the family and situating my stuff, Master called me to his room, grabbed my hair and put me on my knees so that it set the tone. I think, although I don't recall, he asked for my oath of his ownership ... but I was too busy feeling and watching to recall it now (although I do remember being put on my knees, which was awesome).
The weekend was full of family stuff, learning things around the house, learning about Master and my sister and the family ... and no sex. ~smiling~ Isn't that perfect? It was a temperature guage of sorts, and it was beautiful. Master is such a smart man. My sister and I are tremendously compatible (she is so sweet and nurturing and a marvelous influence), and Master ... ~smiling~ What can I say about him, about the family, that would even begin to capture what is in my heart?
I had some pretty hard limits with cutting and pain (especially cutting) but I learned that Master does not do things that will harm me (and I learned that he is awesome with a razor blade and that my sister has songs that make me laugh for every situation) and I learned that these things will make me the most perfect slave I can be, and I learned that my pain limits aren't as strict as I thought.
I also learned what it is to be a part of a real ~family~. I am sitting at my house today, lovesick, wanting to go back. I send a great deal of thanks to Master, and to my sister, and to CM. Yeah, I know this is mushy gushy but I can't help it.
In Wonderment,
slaveish
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