Holy welts

Today, January the 22th is a special day. Exactly one year ago T. and i met for the first time. I've tried to catch this special day and the progress of our D/s relationship in some poetic words. I love You, Sir.

Art by Loïc Dubigeon

When it started.
Not knowing how or which trail we should follow.
i, shy, talked and talked
while You, eye in eye, took me in.

Looking at each other.
The soul not yet touched but well affected.
Carefully sensing, seeking
dark scents in a secret world.

How Your words crackled
like ardent sparkles in my faded yearning.
How Your hands touch.
Blow after blow You return myself to me.

The pain burns excitement in my flesh.
You carve humiliation in my purified memory.
Your cruel love kisses, torments and nourishes me.
"Mine!"

Today i fearlessly follow Your trail
to dark caves and dim shades.
How can i refuse?
Captured in Your glance You reveal the light of our nature.

We love.
We write our own hieroglyphics
upon the retina of a closed eye
and an open heart.

©moonheart january 2009

Hieroglyphics are formed from two Greek words: 'hiëros' meaning holy and 'glypho' meaning chiseled in stone or groove.

Chains

During one of the meetings i had with my Owner, i had a very special experience with chains that amazed me a lot.
Bent over, i was recovering my breath from the cane- and whiplashes T. gave me. These were severe blows so i was floating in my warm little world. T. was very busy but i couldn't see through what was happening. He placed clamps on my nipples, connected with each other by a little chain and T. connected this one with a bigger chain that runs in between my thighs. How things were connected exactly i can't remember, pffff when you're floating you can't think clear hihi. But my Owners construction was so ingenious. Each movement caused pressure on my nipples and the chain between my legs pulled thight against my cunt. The touch of cold metal on my warm skin gave me goosebumps. Each movement echoed with some soft jingling. This sound and the cold sensation on my skin aroused me a lot. T. smacked sometimes my bottom and started to pull the chain. Ofcourse i felt this immediately on my nipples. Softly yammering i moved and the pressure on my nipples became more intense. MY Tormentor was enjoying Himself by taking the pressure away through holding the chain in His hands and than He dropped it. Because of this the chain was swinging heavily. Normally i would have yammer even more because of the intense pain on my nipples but not this time. I surprised my Owner and myself by enjoying it. A lot! Yes, my nipples were tormented but because of the swinging chain a tremor came into existance that vibrated in my cunt. When i'm very excited i crave pain on my nipples (while they're very sensitive and actually i can't take a lot on them) As my Owner implies lots of pain on them i become even more aroused. The construction T. made was very, very effective. In no time i came violently. Ofcourse this pleased my Owner a lot so He rehearsed His actions. And again i came violently. This went on for a while. T. had just to touch the chain lightly and...... Yes i know, this is much more than a slut. ;-)

A cold skin but a glowing heart

This new year excists a week now, but i couldn't find the words to write a new post. But yesterdays experience gave me new inspiration. A chilly post, this first one in 2009.
My Owner determines my orgasms. He tells me if i may come (Orgasm Command) or if i may not (Orgasm Ban). Yesterday morning; my bed was warm and cozy, i was snoozing, my hands were wandering a bit and my favourite dark fantasies swirled thru my thoughts, arousing me. So therefore i sended my Owner a textmessage with a goodmorning kiss and a request to orgasm. Laying comfy under the warm blankets i was waiting for an answer. Meanwhile my hands weren't wandering any longer but finding their intention in a effective way and the fantasies that first swirled softly, ardently heated my thoughts and body. This effectivity of my hands did their job all too well. Only a short time, just a minute, i was aware of the disobedience that's on the way but it was already too late. Lust took over and i came. Not long after that i came again. Deliberate disobedient this time. Contrite i sended T. a textmessage. The answer came very fast. Ah, Master was well aware of my request but was testing the patience and submission of His girl? Even more contrite.
'Horny slut and disobedient slavegirl!!! For punishment I command you to come again. Standing naked in front of the mirror in the cold.'
You must know this is a real punishment although it doesn't look like it at first. The house in which i live is a big house, with high ceilings, marble floors in the corridors and the rooms are heated by gasheaters. The day before i told my Owner about the coolness in my house. I love a fresh bedroom so the gasheater is on the pilot flame. So awakening and getting up is hard now the winter is so cold. In the morning i turn on the heater and go back to my warm bed for five minutes till the room is warm. This morning the gasheater wasn't on yet. I also find it very hard to masturbate in front of the mirror looking at myself. Another message from T.
'Come on slut, into the cold with that warm body of yours and masturbate yourself in front of the mirror. If I were with you I had send you into the snow.'
I jumped out of bed, undressed myself and was standing in front of the mirror. Goosebumps on my skin. Shivering i started to finger myself again. But this was a punishment and it felt like a punishment. I couldn't loose myself into my horniness. Sometimes i looked at myself into the mirror. Although i hate it to look at myself, it also excites me at the same time. I focused on my fingers. Because i came already two times not that long ago, i was lucky that it didn't took too long to come a third time. This time it didn't feel like a blast, the guilt kept gnawing. This disobedience will be punished our next meeting that's for sure, but i wanted to do something right now. To please my Owner. I put on some warm socks, jumper and skirts. Naked legs and cunt. I had a plan. The garden is beautiful in winter. With a beautiful carpet of snow. My Owners last message inspired me. He isn't with me in the flesh, but He sure is with me thru His words. In my heart.

As i raise my skirt a bit and pushing my knees in the snow T. is with me. More than. For a moment i feel nothing, a second. Than the cold is deeply penetrating my naked skin, the cold hurts. A kind of paralysing feeling. The cold draws up against my thighs and strikes my warm cunt. An intense sensation. The cold feels good. I think of my Owner and what He will thinking about this. The cold penetrates my body but my heart is glowing. How does my heart glow that's beating faster for Him.

The fancy table