Photograph: Fetish breasts by Emily sub. We should meet again, no play but drinking coffee, talking and hugging, just a wonderful day together. The awkwardness of me was the reason that T. decided otherwise. You know: lovely tension, but not so bright thinking as normally in daily life, there i stood on the platform of the railway station, pretty baby, carefully shaved, on time. Waiting for my Master to travel furthermore together. Comprehensively on time so it seems. A textmessage to Master learned me that i was (luckily!) on the right platform, but too early. One hour early!
Oh poor silly thing, you're too early so get the train to Nijmegen.
At that time the train to Nijmegen arrived, so i was thinking Master is mindfucking me. 'Cause i still had the idea i was there at the right time. Yeah, subbie with a jelly brain. That's the influence T. has on me. ;-) Was T. aware that i was thinking of a mindfuck? And did He took advantage from it? Nervously i got on the train and T. fed my insecurity with textmessages. Within ten minutes i was in Nijmegen, looking around but no sign of Master at all. Another textmessage: i had to go to the cafe on the platform, drinking some coffee and waiting. He already had asked me if i did remember the hotel near the station? Some time ago we had stayed there. Ofcourse i do remember that. Very well. And T. wrote that it's very tempting this hotel so very nearby. Butterflies in my tummy were dancing and fluttering substantially. I didn't dare to think of, hoping that....
While i enjoyed my coffee i suddenly saw Master dropping by. I was so happy to see Him again! And that's an understatement haha. We kissed eacht other and T. got himself a coffee too. I took Him in intensely. Enjoying His face, His hands, His eyes and voice. He told me that we should go to the hotel nearby. He was longing to feel me, to possess me. I giggled and became nervous again.
Immediately after entering the room we kissed each other fiercely. It was very clear we missed each other a lot. Masters hands were everywhere and i was dizy from longing. Soon enough i was naked, kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. We hadn't took much stuff, but i had some pegs, a small flogger and the wheel of pain. But who needs the whip when there's the heavy but oh so delicious belt? Master pushed me face down in the blankets, the sound of the belt pulled of from the trousers, making me dizzy. Instinctively i raise my bum even more awaiting the first blow. That delicious first blow that always scares me abit. Not knowing how i will react. Can i take much or will i be squeaking and yummer like a little baby? But the first blow always making me His, taking me along our dark magical world, where we merge and deeply piercing each others soul.
After this first blow with His belt we were absorbed in our heated craving towards each other. It was an intense brutal dance in which Master fucked me ruthlessly, took my breath and gave it back, pulled my hair, slapped my face, penetrated my mouth as deep as He could until i heaved and was gasping for breath, He then turned me around again to fuck me deep in the ass and that hurted so much that tears were in my eyes, but this feeling made me very, very happy. A dance in which Master beated me and tortured my breasts that much so the next day they were covered with bruises and blue spots. And that made me happy also. Nevertheless it isn't the bruises, the pain and the humiliation that i cherish. What i remember the most and cherish is the feeling Master needs me as much as i need Him. That i finally understand this and this feeling brings an intense togetherness. Master dared to show His heartfelt feelings even more. For a change it wasn't me that talked a lot that day, but Master did the talking and allowed me in His daily life. i am His and that makes me happy. Still lasting!
