Moonlighted garden

I sowed myself a garden. You're invited to take a walk......
or dream about fairytales.

Impact; letter to my Owner

Being Your piss-slut has far more impact than i ever thought it would be. As i received your textmessage in which you gave me the command to be ready for Your phonecall at half past eleven it started to tickle. Everywhere. Nervous but excited. Because Your instructions made very clear what Your intentions are.
The photographs i sended You; on which i pee and even put my fingers in my mouth, did charm You. The embarrassement got a grip on me in full fierceness as You told me that i was a dirty girl. You spoke about the pictures; Such a dirty slut you are, doing all this kinda stuff.

I love it as you speak to me in that way. Suddenly i felt very small. As You put it this way, pointing it out, it feels humiliating. The slut wasn't a braggart any longer but transformed into this little girl. Shame about my behaviour. But such a delicious shame. Meanwhile no sane words came out of my mouth any longer.

What are you mo? Tell me.

A dirty girl Master.

What do you say? Say it again, but now more clear. What are you mo?

A dirty girl T.

Yes mo, you áre a dirty slut. Now i wanna hear it loud and clear. What are you mo?

A dirty slut T.

And who's dirty slut are you?

i am Yóur dirty slut Master.

Finally i could pronounce these words loud and clear without nervous giggling. That made me Yours very deep and intense. Especially the little girl stayed on the foreground this time. I don't act as a little girl, i ám. That's how i feel at that very moment. It surprised me as i heard myself so evident and therefore saw myself.

You ordered me to drink lots of water until You call. I did this properly. I didn't wear underwear but thights and high heels. Also Your command. As You called me i had this very strong urge to pee, i even was worried if i could hold it. But there you have it; sometimes i can't hold my pee, but at the moment You command me: Piss slut! i can't. Little bits of pee and then nothing..... I concentrate myself on peeing while i hear Your voice in my ear, i squeeze and yes a little bit more. Little bit. Not the flood you wished to hear and i willingly wanted to give You. When we finished our phone call You instructed me to piss once more in my pantyhose. In the bathroom, alone, it did came. I felt my warm moistness and as i fingered myself in Your command i smelled myself. My warm, heated piss. The smell confused me. It wasn't really dirty, but extremely penetrating. Ofcourse i have smelled piss more often, but then it didn't reach me, i think i could preclude the smell of it. But now the scent got through deeply and touched me. Also as You on the phone command me to lick my wet fingers this intense, confusing smell. A metallic, heavy scent. A slightly bitter, salty taste. It made me a bit faint. The smell lingered for a long time. Even as i participate again my daily activities, go shopping etc. A faint feeling in my stomach. Nervousness. I was surprised by this nervous feeling and i examined where this feeling come from. I didn't find the answer, but some indications. The smelling and most of all the tasting made clear this isn't my 'thing'. The excitement i experience has to do with my dedication. I am doing this because You, my Owner demands me. That's why i like this. But therefore also this tension i think. This is about total surrender, this makes me more than ever Your slave. Your property. Grrrrr i can't find the right words. Submissiveness and devotion. To be, just to be. Yours. Slave.

As i smelled myself this strong, so thís is how slavegirl smells, i had to cry. This all has great impact on me dear T., my beloved Owner. Astonishing, intense, confusing, enchanting.

A heartfelt kiss from Your slave, Your mo.

More pictures.

I will be silent for a (little) while because my illness (a muscle disease) hinders my writings at the moment.

That needs punishment

Geez, i was a bad slave unintentional. During the good-bye at our last meeting, my Owner still had an instruction for me. I bite my nails, so T. wants me to let grow the nail of my left little finger. Building it up quietly, so that's very sweet of him. This shouldn't be too hard 'cause there are nine nails left to nibble on. Right? But i must point out that i bite my nails unthinkingly. I'm not aware that i'm doing it. Until last wednesday. I was biting my nails, also the left ones and suddenly i was aware of it very much. Too late. Ofcourse i stopped immediately, but nevertheless i was a bad, bad girl. I love long fingernails, so i hope i can manage. (Ofcourse i can manage, i wanna please T., making him happy)

Furthermore i'm a bit confused about my rebellious behaviour. As i already defined in an older post, there are quiet some instructions i received from my Owner but didn't do. Not because of nastiness but (even worse in fact) because of indolence. Also; i don't obey my Owners rules. I'm on an orgasm-ban again. Thursday evening i was lying on my bed, reading a bit and my mind wandered of to my Owner. As always; thinking of my Owner arouses me. Very much. So i sended him a text message asking him to allow me to cum. There was no answer. Because i was very tired i fell asleep as a good girl. The next morning i didn't have to get up early and yes.... i was weak and rebellious. Against the rules of my Owner i fingered myself to a climax. After it, i felt guilty and confessed this misbehavior to T.
Orgasm without permission of your Owner?! Tonight penance: four pegs thirty minutes on your slutcunt. Is that clear? was the short textmessage i received from T. while i was at work. Immidiately followed by; Extra punishment: fifteen minutes two pegs on your nipples. I only could answer with a timid yes Master. Feeling very small and guilty.

In the evening, after work i immidiately accomplished my Owners command. I placed four pegs on my labia and after fifteen minutes two on my nipples. Two pegs on my labia and the two on my nipples hurt a lot. My sensitive nipples on which i can stand little. Sometimes as i have a command like this i replace the pegs as they hurt too much ( i know; not a good girl at all) but this time i didn't. This is punishment so i was strict, in fact my Owner was strict through me. So i didn't replace the painful pegs. At first this was difficult, but i endured. I was focused on my Owner and the punishment. The pain is the punishment and i did deserve this pain. So i accepted it and persisted. Slowly the pain drained away and became bearable. It shrined and hurted. Yeah i know, sometimes i am a dolt. Because i did this for my Owner, hís command, it felt good and comforting my heart.
After thirty minutes i removed the pegs. Ouch, thát hurts. A textmessage to T. making clear that i completed the punishment and ofcourse i thanked him. In spite of (or must i say because of) the pain i was very wet. I didn't feel any mental excitement at that point, more meekness and gratitude. But as i thanked T. for the punishment also the mental excitement stroke. Feeling that small, humble and submissive arouses me very much. An incorrigible slut i am afraid. The next morning i was teasing my Owner by sending him naughty textmessages. My heart missed a beat as my cellphone jingled. The voice of my Owner, in which i could hear amusement and
severity as well, immidiately transformed this rebellious, provoking slut into a giggling, shy girl. Suddenly i didn't braggart any longer. T. adjusted an orgasm-command while He was listening to me. And i didn't have that much time 'cause He was busy. Giggling girl was a good girl and didn't disappoint her Owner at that moment.