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Expectation * Our hazy, little world

After a drink in the bar of the hotel, my Owner and i walked back to our room. There i had to undress myself again. Kneeling in front of the bed, You push my head downwards. I thought i was clear that evening, but as i think back to it, i notice that i don't know the right rank of what happened. Pink clouds in my head obstructing clear thinking. I was further in space then i thought i was. I don't remember if You used the belt again on me. Or if You immediately groped and pinched me.

Two fingers deep in me, three, four...... You ask me why i didn't stretch myself at home. 'Cause You notice it goes tiring. Meanwhile You push four fingers inside me, back and forth. Continuously faster. Hard. I don't remember if You pushed Your whole hand inside of me. But i know i was very aroused and came spurting. You continue and i hear the lewdness in Your voice as You snap one humiliation after another at me. I slip away in my hazy little world. Where we are alone. You and i. Where i loose myself in Your spirit. My face in the blankets, i hear Your voice stirring us up. Feeling Your hand deep inside of me, while Your other hand is pushing my head down. Suddenly You penetrate me deep, fucking me with a pent-up rage i've never experienced before. Harsh. Heated. I hear Your humiliating words, but it's only sound. The meaning doesn't get through. Hazy and warm. I feel while Your grip in my hair strenghten. Pulling my head backwards. Then i feel the first slap in my face. Not only my cheek is glowing. More slaps follow. Hazy and warm. i feel as the last slap overwhelms me. For a moment darkness in my head and astonishment. Stars. I see stars as You help me to stand up. Taking me by the hand and lead me to the shower. And i know what comes next.

I'm sitting on the cool tiles. Bent head. The hazyness in my head is gone and a cool intelligibility calms my heated thoughts. Notices how small the shower is. How this space is filled with great expectations. How my stomach contracts because of the nervously fluttering butterflies. I look up and see Your concentrated face above me. I smile. You too find it difficult to piss under pressure. The pressure of expectations this time. I open my mouth, but close it nervously as i feel how the first drops spatter on my face. It's a little stream so i carefully open my mouth again to receive some of Your piss. I feel emotional as i taste You. As i swallow You. Your salty taste linger against my palate. I was afraid that i had to throw up, but i didn't. I get all warm inside. The little stream stops. I giggle.

'That's a stream of nothing.' i hear You mumble. Your face even more concentrated. I take You in my mouth and taste. Time seems to stand still. In the silence of this cool, white space, where a second seems to be an eternity, i wait patiently while i take in Your face. As i open my mouth again, and my tongue hesitating sticks out, i suddenly see a great relief on Your face that uncovers a big smile. A salty, warm beam touches my face, tongue and heart while i swallow, taste, swallow and notice how Your warm fluid clear a way through my body. Grateful i am that this first time the stream wasn't that plentifull. You put on the warm shower as i hide in Your arms. After which You tenderly wash Your dirty girl. I show You my gratitude by many, many little-girl-kisses.

P_E_A_C_E

Photography: Herr Buchta

Hazy girl, craving slut, dominated slave

My head still full of holded sessions, i walk after work towards the hotel. After textmessaging my Owner, He awaits me in front of the entrance. Suddenly i see his silhouette so i walk faster. We kiss each other and He guides me inside the hotel. In the elevator the kissing is more intense and i feel His hands everywhere.
'i have to recover my breath from work....' i begin the conversation.
'you don't get that chance my girl.'
He looks amused as He interrupt my rising stream of words. In our room He takes of my coat and i have to kneel in front of the bed. He pushes my upper body upon the bed and pulls my tights and knickers down. All kind of nervous thoughts shoot thru my mind. My mind still full of work. Because of the tights i can't spread my legs as wide as i should.
'Remember mo, that we're in a hotel. Those are thin-walled so you can't make much noise.'
I swallow. Then i hear this delicious but at the same time nervous making sound of His belt. His belt that He pulls from His trousers. This instantly effects my craving cunt that contracts. His fingers in me. Soaking wet. I prepare myself to bear the first blow. A little bit scared. 'Cause doesn't Master warms me up? Doesn't He build the blows? I'm so full of the working day. Without building it hurts a lot and i can't make any noises. These thoughts were crossing my mind as i feel the first blow ending up somewhere. Oh terrible bliss! Delicious terror. I suffocate my screams in the blankets. The belt is fierce and ruthless, i remember it again. Blow after blow lands on my bum and i can feel the glowing. My thoughts become somewhat hazy. I cannot make any sounds and this arouses me a lot.
'Do you know why I use the belt mo? Why do I choose the belt?'
My hazy head can't come up with anything so T. helps His slut.
'Because...... slap a belt..... slap doesn't make.... slap slap slap much noise, mo..... slap slap slap That's why.'
T. helps me to stand up because i have to undress myself. Then He ties me up in a tight breastbondage. I used to find this scary, but now it feels great and it gives me a safe feeling. He pulls the ropes very tight.
It's delicious how those tits of mine so beautifully turn darkred slut. Your Owner enjoys this very much.
Contented He examines His work. My breasts are very sensitive and the bondage intensifies this even more. He pushes me on my knees. Me kneeling before Him, longing. He opens His trousers and eagerly i take Him in my mouth. Slowly He fucks His gluttonous slutmouth, but as i become too inspired He pulls back. I have to kneel before the bed again, upper body upon it. Master massages my shoulders and back. The last bits of tension of the day drain away. His warm hands stroking and softly pinching me. His nails scratching my skin. The pinching and scratching become more malicious. The stroking turns into beating. Master spanks my bum and also He takes the belt again. I have to stand up so He also can blow the front of me. Severe blows by hand on my breasts which are more sensitive than ever. I squeak, trying to stand still. My hands in a reflex are foiling, while my desire is asking for more. Please Master, give me more, please!
'Stand still mo. And take your hands away or else I have to bind them.'
A slap in the face. Blows on my breasts. Ouch! Ouch! Again my hands foiling. Master ties them on my back. Then pegs on my nipples. These are giving a sharp pain, but my Owner is unyielding for my shrieks. And i don't feel this pain anymore. The blows on my tits are deducting. Harsh, malicious blows. Making me dancing and lamenting. His eyes on me making me dizzy. His smile and excitement that warms my heart. I adore Him. Hazy girl, craving slut, dominated slave that gives herself away. He, pushing me again on my knees, squeezing my head in the blankets, pulling my hair as He abuses me. Who makes me come again and again. Who isn't only colouring my breasts and bum, but most of all my soul.

Reprise

In the meantime a short report for the impatient readers. ;-) I am aware of the fact that i repeat myself, but i only can say that meeting my Owner was as intense, tempestuous, emotional, hard but caring, eleborate and warm as ever. And ofcourse i wished we had more time. Delicious pained bottom, a breast with lots of colours; red, dark purple, blue, green and yellow. The next day no-one could wipe that huge smile from my face, i was só annoying happy and cheerful. And this girl wasn't floating from bliss, no i was very lively and had tons of energy.
So far for this time because i have a very busy weekend. New blogs about this meeting are coming, but i have to tease your patience for a while.
Every-one; enjoy your weekend!

Un peu nerveux

Photograph: Gilles Berquet

Chat

As T. mailed me to get ready for Him on monday-evening 'cause we're going to chat my girl, my heart jumped. He's not exactly a man who chats, so this was very special. Maybe this was my reward for being such a patient slave, waiting in silence for the attention from my busy Master.
In the beginning we were talking about daily (vanilla) life but the sexual tension between us was obvious. Very naturally our 'buddies-feeling' transformed into a Master-slave mood. Wobbling and giggling i couldn't resist the urge to dare my Owner with wordplay. Then T. commanded me to put on the cam and i wasn't that cheeky any longer. Very aware of the fact that my Owner observes me i tried not to pick my nose or make funny faces. ;-) It's a pity that T. doesn't have a cam so He's observing me and i try to be as pretty as i can.

He commands me to place two pegs on my nipples. Now He's observing me, it's impossible to smuggle. It has been too long ago therefore ai! it hurts a lot. As i'm on my own i replace the pegs to a less sensitive spot, but not now. I swallow the pain that travels thru my body and after a while i don't feel the pain as pain. This slavegirl is getting excited and i feel that i'm very moist. I have to put in the big dildo. T. wants me to aim the cam on my cunt so that He can see it very clear. I have to put in the dildo very deep and masturbate with it. But i'm not allowed to orgasm! Everytime as my Owner informs me about this i get even more aroused. When it becomes too much i stop only a short time. Then i have to aim the cam on my face again and continue with masturbating myself with the dildo. My fluttered face.
Subtly T. reminds me on that time in a hotelroom; me astride on a chair, T. in front of me, watching me as i had to finger myself for the first time. Oh how shy i was, a bit anxious i couldn't manage to come because of this strong embarrassement.
The memory had the effect on me that T. desires; i am shy again and a bit embarrassed. Feeling this small excites me a lot. My Owner types commands and remarks. I don't have to answer but focus on the situation. Soon i loose myself totally in my excitement, the attention of T. and His eyes observing me. Actually i can feel them, heating every inch of me. As i read the words
'Now you may come!'
on the screen i drown in a delightful orgasm. I'd never thought that i could orgasm on command.

As i come down again, i suddenly feel the stinging pain from the pegs on my nipples. Oh my, it's time to face my fear. Removing the pegs. And it hurts! I feel the sting red-hot shooting thru my body. Carefully and protective i place my hands on my nipples.

My Owner decides that His slut hasn't had enough so our conversation intensifies. He whips me up with His exciting, horny, humiliating words and this slut doesn't feel embarrassed any longer about the cam aiming upon her. T. can read every emotion on my face, the movements from the dildo so deep in my cunt unburdened on the screen. After five tempestuous blasts it is enough.
When it's time to shut down T. let me know that the images of His horny slut are burned upon His retina. They're engraved in His memory. His words of excitement, longing and approval echoing in my thoughts. I will sleep like a baby.

PS; coming thursday i will meet T. again. Yippeeeee!

Prayer

Art by Heavenly Hussys

Images that make my head spin

Because of the minimal contact between T. and myself i was weary and calm. But after a number of delicious text messages from my Owner the submissive in me started to sparkle again. I woke up in a very sunny mood and thoughts about my Owner excited me. I sended a morning greeting and the question if i was allowed to come.

I give you an orgasm-command; you're allowed to come on the toilet the way I've teached you. Like a dirty girl, the horny obliging piss-slut of your Owner.

This answer makes me feel small. Those words; dirty, horny, obliging piss-slut are affecting me somehow. They feel humiliating and degrading. But my body-reactions make very clear that those affecting words arouses me very much.
I am wondering if i had to pee in my pantyhose or if i have to pee over my hand and then taste it. Given that i have to do it on the toilet i choose for the last option. To finger myself on the toilet does a lot to me. It feels disparaging and very, very slutty. To do this on the wc is dirty, to me that is. Probably acquired behavior from my childhood; the toilet is a dirty place. So dirty piss-slut is a correct definition. * blush * Nevertheless without any shame i sit down astride. As i start to pee i hold my hand in the warm spurt of piss and don't hesitate a bit. It almost feels trusted already. It arouses me ever more. Because T. wants me to do this. Because He's thinking of me at that very moment, knowing what i'm doing. As the piss runs down my hand, suddenly i smell it much stronger and very aware, i almost come. Because i'm thinking of my Owner, imagining how He would piss over me. His smell in my hair, His taste in my mouth. How would that be? I never could presume that i'm craving for it right now. These thoughts that make me come without using my fingers. But i can hold my orgasm. I wanna enjoy this intense excitement a little bit longer. Conscious tasting and smelling my pee. Because as i stop pissing, i place my fingers in my mouth and taste myself. I feel light-headed. T. buzzes in my thoughts. Carefully i lick my fingers. Feeling embarrassed but oh so horny. So terribly aroused. Thoughts on my Owner are connecting us, as if He's standing next to me.

i can feel His firm grip in my hair, pulling my head backwards.
"Open your mouth!"
i see His penetrating glance before He pisses in my mouth and i don't let it run but i swallow and swallow and heave and swallow and taste. Him. i don't wanna spill a drop. And my Owner burns in my stomach. He glows on my cheeks after the slap in the face.

Deep i push my fingers inside of me and roughly moving them in and out. Rough and hard, so that i dispel my intense craving to my Owner. In between i hit my cunt and then again..... rough and hard. Even harder because this craving hurts. As an orgasm arises i push my fingers deeper and start to pee again. The orgasm overflows me and gets on for a long time. While images of my Owners eyes observing me, his hands torturing me and His warm piss that runs over me are making my head spin.

'Lift me up, lift me up ooooooh lala lala.'

Cocoon

Is it because of autumn? At the moment i don't have any words. Though i have a lot to write about; the Pavlov effect for instance, or am i a devoted slave? Because also towards T. i don't have any words. So i shove the commands away. I live inside of my head; introverted, most comfortable when painting, drawing, listening to music and in the evening not behind the computer but in my warm bed, reading. My cocoon, a safe, warm little nest. I'm feeling great but i am less communicative. I read all your posts but for you i also have no or less words at the moment. It will come in time, i hope rather quick. Because i have so much to write about but my nest is so comfortable, warm and safe.
Nevertheless i hope to leave this nest very soon to meet my Owner again. It has been too long ago. He is very busy with a big rebuilding at His place so our communication was minimal. Or doesn't He mail me 'cause i still haven't written anything and the commands pile up? He is disappointed. Is that the reason of his silence? I miss Him so much, but i don't tell Him 'cause i am a big girl. Does He miss mé? I crave for Him; his dominance, his inflicted pain, his arms around me. But i don't have any words to tell him what i feel. So i make this cocoon to dream dreams full of desire and meekness. Without words.

That He understands His girl

That evening i received the following textmessage from T. that warmed my heart:
Resigned girl of me, keep faith and courage because your are Mine! Mail me, if necessary short ones, but stay with me! I am fond of my girl, sub and slut.

He commanded me to come twice, with clamps on my labia. That evening i received much more textmessages from my Sir and i returned as much answers. And two times became more......

I was so happy with my Owners reaction. I still have to get used to the idea that T. also cares about me if i suffice little to his wishes sometimes. That He doesn't get angry if i am at times less submissive. That He understands his girl. That He doesn't feed my insecurity but takes it away and replace strength and love instead. So totally different from my former experiences. Now i experience how a D/s relationship supposed to be. Ofcourse i knew already in my dreams but didn't experience it before. T. doesn't need to profile his dominance by anger and pushing me down. He brings me to submission by his insight, his understanding and love. And perhaps He's disappointed about the neglected (soon completed) commands, but He doesn't bring this out when i'm not with him. Because He knows that will make me worrying about it, cogitating. Sure He reminds me at times about the neglection, but He doesn't show his disappointment about it yet. He knows that i'm not neglecting them out of unwillingness. He knows i respect his commands. But when we're together He will let me feel his discontent about it. Harsh but lovingly. Meanwhile i grate myself even more comfortable in my nest and notice how words bubble up again. Meekness becomes craving energy.

Thank God for Owners who understand how to get their girls on their knees again. ;-)