Posts
I walked across the damp lawn, pulling my sinking heels out of the mud. The mud made a sucking sound with each step that I took. It's very hard to walk sexy while wearing heals and sinking in the mud. One can't sway her hips, over even give her a going over with her fingers. You just sink, pull up your foot and make sucking sounds.
The door opened for me and there was not a cast of light welcoming me. When the door opened it exposed darkness.
Two steps into the doorway, my bag was lifted off of my shoulder, my purse was taken from my hand and placed onto the floor.
My eyes adjusted, and I did see the light. Tiny candles were flickering. Candles had been placed on each stair, leading up into a darker darkness.
I sucked in my breath as my clothes were being removed.As my flesh was being exposed, soft, flitting kisses danced across inches of soft skin. Piece by piece my clothing fell to the floor. Hands ran down my legs, paused and removed my heels, each foot was kissed.
and yet not one word was exchanged. The atmosphere and the actions were the only communication.
The darkness arrives once again as a blindfold covers my eyes. He takes my hand and pulls me, and I follow him.
Ascending the steps, I can not count them. In the silence and in my darkness I follow. A short pause and a kiss to my lips, I can feel the light heat from the tiny candle on my bare ankle.
Continuing upward, we turn and I feel t hat I am in a room.
He walks around me. I can feel his steps going around my body. I feel his kisses covering my body. I feel his mouth sucking my nipples and his tongue licking my neck.
After a kiss to each covered eye; He places a ring around my neck and I feel it's coldness and I hear the sound of a lock.
He stops, and his hands are gently placed on my shoulders as he pushes me down. Without a word, I follow and I am now sitting.
His hands placed once again gently on my shoulders to signal me to lay down. I laid down.
My hands were held together as the rope bound them together and I felt the pull of rope as I was being tied down.
A soft gag is placed into my mouth and he lays beside me.
Silence can be deafening. When on breaks the silence it is surprisingly alarming.
I am laying there blindfolded,gagged and tied with rope. I am stripped down not only from my lack of clothing am i exposed. My senses are exposed, my mind and my heart.
and he breaks the silence with words...Whispers that only a man who owns me can whisper...
"You are a good girl"
"You belong to me."
"I never want to lose you."
"You are special to me."
"Your my slave and so much more."
"I love you."
"No longer will you sleep on the floor, yes there still be cage time, no longer will you feel worthless on a hard floor. I want you to feel as special as you are to me." Master's are strong, but you have shown me how to accept it is okay to be giving. It reinforces that you, my slave mean so very much to me."
I cried hearing those words and that is when I realized where I was lying. My Master had finally taken me to his bed. Which meant I am special, and also meant that he trusted me.
I was also crying when I woke up. It made me sad to awake to my reality and not be in his bed. I cried because my dream was so romantic...
A bed is just an object. Everyone has one. But for me, that is something I dream about often and this is first time I have shared my dream...
Am i worthy? In my eyes it doesn't change our relationship, it enhances.
Three years and I have yet to be in my Master's bed...
What's wrong with me that after three years he wouldn't want to share his bed with me?
I dream about that intimacy often...
I'm cute, sexy, fem, wanton, lustful, and pleasing...who wouldn't want me in their bed
