Cloister dream

Art by Clovis Trouille ~ Reve claustral 1952

The naked self

Amazed i look at the green light of the webcam. The green light that isn't a green light. But the eyes of my Owner. No, i'm not craving that much that i go nuts or something. Craving, yes. And very astonished that even a chat on messenger with T. touches me that deeply.

At first we were talking about daily life. But soon enough there were our dark desires and fantasies. Making me giggle and blushing at the beginning because of my arising horniness. Somehow T. always manage to make me shy, ashamed of my hungry lust. Ofcourse T. mentions with emphasis my lust. He knows exactly how to make me feel small. Just like He knows how shy i become when observing me. He doesn't have a webcam, mine is on. This ofcourse intensifies the feeling of being observed. I have to stand up so T. can watch my tits. He commands me to place two pegs on my nipples. This hurts a lot, those miserable, sensitive nipples of mine. Then i'm allowed to sit again, so He can observe my face. Our conversation continues. About a fantasy that arouses me a lot. So the pain on my nipples fades away. I have to aim the camera on my face, a little bit closer. Looking straight into the camera. As if looking at Him. I have to finger myself, but i'm not allowed to orgasm.

Is that clear?
Yes Master.

Somewhat provoking i look up at the camera, eagerly starting to masturbate. But it doesn't take long, the lust to masturbate vanishes. I notice i become emotional. All the time looking at the camera but my hands resting calm in my lap. Tears welling up. I would like to hide my face behind my hands right now. Too naked. This is the first time someone is observing me this consciously. This is the first time someone is seeing me this clear. Wants to see me this clear. Restlessness befalls me and i sway my chair. Back and forth. There is silence, no messages i can focus on. Only a little green light observing me. T.'s eyes. Is He still there? What's He doing? It seems hours and time stands still. Because of my restlessness i suddenly feel the pain from the pegs again. Those i have to take down from my nipples right now!
No!

is the decided answer from my Owner. Which arouses me very much. Ah, He's still here and He is watching. He's watching me. I can feel His presence, His glance resting upon me. Then i surrender. Peace comes over me and i look straight into the camera. A smile upon my face.

To be continued......

Faith by Master Touch

And oh my, how dó i crave the cane after talking on messenger with my Master yesterday evening........

Orgastic creature (Fragments of our meeting)

Photographs by David Samson; Bliss & Belonging

The smile, ecstasy and devotion on her face. Those expressions you also could read on my face when i was with my Owner last wednesday. In the train i already felt fluid, like wax in His hands. Craving pain and total surrender. Terribly excited, that intensified this craving. Amazed about the orgastic creature in which i seemed to be transformed. From the very beginning of this meeting i was already heavily under my Owners influence (subspace) so therefore this post consists of fragments. Little pieces moonstone that shines in my memory.

Naked, kneeling in the cellar i wait. Footsteps above my head. My heart that jumps as i hear descending footsteps on the stairs. Closed eyes, proud i-am-Yours posture. The collar that He buckles on warms my heart. A chain connected with the collar, which i have to put in motion. Therefore i move my body to and fro so that the cellar is filled with soft jingling. I feel a bit silly. Moving to and fro. His hands in my hair, pushing me, bending me face down.
A sharp pain scratching my back, not feeling as pain but giving me goose-bumps from pleasure. The contented voice of my Owner when counting. His fingertips on my skin.

"Ten beautiful red lines on your back mo."

His cock deep in my mouth, but quickly pulled back from my greedy mouth. Too greedy.

I've forgotten to ask T. what made those beautiful lines. It wasn't a knife 'cause there were more sharp points at the same time.

Tied up on the slavechair. The one that spread your legs. Blindfolded. T. is making a breastbondage. Tight. He pulls the rope, thin cord this time. Dizzy in the head. Does He notice my struggling? A bondage doesn't hurt, but i have this strange thing. It scares me sometimes. Breasts that change colors. So i don't have to see it. No idea why. But i am blindfolded, so why this sweating and dizzyness in the head? T. is nearby, talking to me. Concentrated, intently He is binding me. I focus on His hands, His scent, His voice. I don't want to become unwell, by which this will stop. I manage to banish my feelings of fear and relax. A victory. My breasts tightly bonded. Rope pulling them up and a bit forward because the rope is attached to a chain that hangs from the ceiling a bit further away. I'm sure this looks ingenious. Pegs on my breasts, nipples and labia. Because of the spreaded legs, T. can easily reach everything. Clamps pulling my labia parted. A beating upon my cunt. Flat handed. My cunt starts to glow. Orgastic creature comes just like that. His fingers deep in me, His hand. Again he leads me to an orgasm, and again. A toy in His hands. The laughter in His voice humiliating me makes me happy.

The sling in which i lie swings softly. This feels great. T. fucking me, beating me, fucking me, beating.... He smacks my cunt on which i can bear a lot. He smacks me hard. A swollen cunt thrilling me. Intoxication. He uses me. His fucktoy.

My head hanging backward, i have Him in my mouth. He pushes deep and i have to surpress a feeling to heave. It feels like floating in a sling. T. sitting upon me, taking care of my cunt with the cane and the whip. Than, for just a second, i don't know exactly how or what, He is sitting upon my face taking my breath away.

Streched out over the vaulting buck. Blow after blow. Alternating hard, soft, tickling. Which confuses me, making it more difficult to count the cane blows. The dull deep pain from the cane, the intensely fierce pain from the whip, the soft tickling from the horsehair flogger. But the tickling feels as fire upon my tormented, glowing bum. Blow after blow. How many exactly i can't remember. Red welts, glowing skin and a contented Owner. Today, a week later, i still feel the dull pain in my bum, a pity the welts were disappeared the next day. More i want, much more. Kneeling on the floor, against Him, pushing my face in His skin. He hold me tight, strokes my hair. I don't get more.

T. streched out upon a leather furnished table. I stand at the foot doing my utmost best to please Him. Giving Him what He desires. Stroking, tickling, softly squeezing his skin, meanwhile sucking. I suck Him in deep, than playfully release Him. I concentrate on his reactions. His slut that wanna please her Owner as if her life depends on it. The greatest reward i get on the end as i may drink Him en T. looks at me smiling.

"This was very sub-dignified mo."

Like music these words from Him. And i, insatiable submissive, once more longing for Him, craving his pain.

The lull before the storm

Hastily i walk to the railwaystation, my thoughts still filled with my work from this morning. I'm glad that my Owner already has bought my ticket so that we won't miss our train. I send Him a message that i'm already waiting on the platform. Seven minutes before the train will leave. Jumpy i look around me to find my Owners face between all those waiting people. Not even a glimpse. As the train arrives i become even more jumpy. Another message for my Owner; do i have to wait or do i have to get in the train? Perhaps He isn't here yet. Searching but i don't see Him as the people start to get in the train. How he does it, i don't know, but i (almost) never see Him walking towards me. He just suddenly stands next to me, a huge smile on His face. We welcome each other and get in the train.
I am so happy to meet my Owner again, it was too long ago. The train is moving and i am talking. Or else; i am jabbering away. As ever in the beginning of our meeting and i have to let go the daily stuff so i can enter our dark magical universum. Now and then T. asks some questions or He completes my story, but He let me jabbering away for awhile. Suddenly there is this man standing next to us, indicating a strip opaque plastic on top of the window. There is written --> Silence. Do we know that we're in the silence compartiment? Ehm, we didn't. In fact i'd never heard of the silence compartiment. Amusing sparkles in Masters eyes as He put his finger against his lips. Shhhhhhht. He knows how difficult this is for me. Sometimes He tells me that perhaps He'll place a peg on my tongue as i chatter too much. T. gives me a parcel of paper to read. Our mutually mails in which we evaluate our relationship after a year, where you can read how we have grown together. Where we described our dark fantasies to each other and how we can realize these fantasies. Exploring the possibilities to go further. Not one step, but a lot. Strange to read those intimate mails as a little book. I giggle, it's also strange to read these horny, imaginative words in a silence compartiment. People drowned in their thoughts. Where do they dream about? T. observes me while i read, i feel his eyes upon me. His hands on my legs, sensing, pinching. It's time to change over.

A quiet place in the back of the compartiment, first class. I'm settled down so plain reality has been pushed backwards. As i look T. in his eyes i can feel how much i belong to Him and i surrender myself to this intense feeling. He kisses me profoundly and butterflies are put in motion. I push my nose in his neck and inhale deeply. I wanna intoxicate myself with his scent. His soft cheek against my skin awakens the girl that constantly wants to give Him little kisses everywhere. But all too soon the craving slut in me push the girl aside. In the presence of my Owner i'm always in an aroused state. Sometimes i'm a little embarrassed by my slutty behavior. Meanwhile T. kissing me and his hands wandering under my skirt. Automatically i spread my legs. It's a pleasant surprise as T. finds out that i cut off the seat (crotch? please point me out, thank u) of my pantyhose. So He has free acces to my cunt. He wasn't expecting this because of the cold weather. For a moment He pushes his fingers deep inside me and denominate my horniness.
"Oh my such a terrible slut you are girl. Soaking wet."
I love it as He talks to me this way and at the same time i am ashamed of my wetness. He grabs something out his briefcase and places 4 pegs on my labia. One peg is placed on a very sensitive spot and i surpress a shriek. Than my Owner begins to finger me heavily, i bend repeatedly under his hands, afraid to make a sound. Suppose people further on in the compartiment will notice what is going on. In no time i orgasm heated and in silence. T. grabs my breasts and squeeze them hard, really hard. He places my hand on his crotch and i can feel thru his trousers how excited He is. He enjoys it to tap against the pegs, moving them, till they vibrate softly leading me to another orgasm. Not totally in silence this time i think. I whisper how aroused i am, that Hé is turning me into this craving slut. A slut whois giving herself shamelessly, even in public places. He awakened this insolence. Says she giggling and somewhat embarrassed, i wasn't this slutty ever before Master. I am was always a scaredy-cat concerning naughty games in public, but when T.'s with me it seems that i dare everything. I trust Him, He protects me.
"Yeah sure, never before?"
He grabs my cunt, squeezes firmly, pulls the pegs and again i come heavily. After this i have to tell Him loud and clear (oh how this makes me feel small) how many times i did orgasm in these 15 minutes. As we wait for the doors to get out the train He looks me in my eyes.
"Soaking wet."
I giggle, feeling very small, taking his hand. This is going to be an intense afternoon, i feel i can take a lot of pain and i know that He will give me that.
"A terrible slut mo, that's what you are."

i saw stars

Ooo ooo yeah it was so good to meet my Owner again. To feel him, see Him, smell Him. Yesterday afternoon we lived in our own Galaxy and i saw stars. In Masters eyes and in my head....... Today i felt with every movement my tormented bum so the little stars flared up again in my head and belly. I will write more about our meeting soon. Listen to the music from The Asteroids Galaxy Tout (great Danish band!) and you know exactly how i feel after meeting my Owner; cheerful and happy. Turn up the volume and you too will feel cheerful and warm. At least it works for me. ;-)

To my loyal visitors:

i'm silent, enclosed in my cocoon. Mentally all is well, i'm only fed up a bit. Because my body doesn't co-operate with my mental well being. My disease (myasthenia gravis) strikes up at the moment and the result of this is a very low, below zero energy level. This sucks a lot! I wanted to write a nice post about dreaming in my cocoon that results in beautiful silk thoughts. But i even have no great mind to write.
So this post is a notification: i dó read your posts but i am silent. When spring is coming with some nice sunshine my energy level will sprout, you'll see. Tomorrow i meet T. again and that also will heap me up, 'cause meeting my Owner makes me happy. First i wanted to postpone it, being afraid not to be able to give my all. But my craving heart needs His glance, His hands firm in my hair and more.
I begged my Owner not to give me Instructions in between our meetings. Just for a while. I love to get those, but they pile up, making me feel very, very guilty and unworthy. I silently dream in my cocoon, until i'm charged and finding some words again.....

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.