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Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Breaking Speed Limits on I-85
Master and I were headed home from Atlanta the two nights ago and boredom on the expressway got the better of us. I was given the command of “skirt up” and with his free hand, Master began spanking my thighs harder than I think he ever had. I was biting back tears but loving it just the same. Odd to see me, the girl who used to never wear anything shorter than ankle length with my *mini*skirt pulled up and my thighs spread open happily digging my toes into the dashboard for stability. It’s safe to say that Master has done away with the modest-mouse.
The spanking was loud and painful. The blows were sharp and I felt raised marks almost right away. My skin was red and I was sure that the spanking would leave bruises to remember it by on the next day. I began to climax almost immediately as I’m turning into quite the pain slut. Next came the begging.. begging for mercy.. begging him to stop, not to stop, everything in between but mostly begging him to touch me. He did.. Hard.. he spanked my flower harder than he ever has, fast, repetitive, merciless blows against the most tender and newly shaven flesh. I climaxed again, begging him not to stop. But of course, he did stop. He liked the soft urgency in my voice when I begged him and he made me beg him for about a two mile stretch. I begged for anything, just a touch.. just for him to hold my hand.
Eventually, Master rewarded me with teasing. He teased me with the new toy he’d just bought for me. A vibrating gyrator with graduated rings and a bulbous tip. First, he only gave me the tip, then in time a few inches, then all at once, every inch and as fast and hard as he could. He broke speed limits and pushed me past all my pleasure thresholds. I think pleasure and pain blurred and I was on fire for him. Thrashing, Screaming, Begging again and again and then the tears came. I cried because the pleasure was so immense. I was completely out of control and pushed to the edge of and then immediately past previous limits.
He was happy that I took the pleasure so well. When we got home, I was still unquenched and he used me until I was too tired to move. Even after that I begged to please him and eventually he let me. When he was satisfied, I was allowed to shower and wash my hair. Then Master gave me cuddle time until as usual, I fell asleep with my head on his belly and his hands stroking my hair.
I used to fear being pushed too far because I didn’t like the idea of someone else controlling my pleasure and pain so completely but recently, Master has erased that fear or at least loosed the anchor of it. I don’t fear what he can give me or what he can take from me emotionally and physically anymore. I just want to be a pleasure to him and give him the best parts of myself. I never thought I’d be pushed over a limit while riding down I-85, but Master promised to always keep me wondering about what he might do next.
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Friday, December 31, 2004
New Years Eve
New Years Eve. Master and I went downtown for dinner and dancing. He had me dress in a black top with leather eyelet trim and a shorter than usual black skirt with the same eyelet trim on the seams. I had my regular collar and also a tied leather eyelet collar that matched the trim on my clothing. It was a very put together look. I was allowed to wear foundation powder and a nude lip gloss. He wished my hair down, but allowed me to use side clips to kept it out of my face.
Early snack, was burgers and fries at a favorite little spot. I only had fries, however. Then we went down town. The club wasn’t quite open yet so Master and I walked through town. He ended up showing me some new martial arts blocks and I ended up punching him in his nose! 
aaanyway, it was quickly forgiven. He kissed me and told me that he should have taught me to pull my punches.
We went to the club and my good friend L was there. We talked for a bit and then Master wanted me to dance for him. I was happy to do that. I love dancing. Master doesn’t dance. He hasn’t danced with me ever since I’ve known him. So I had a great time teasing him, kissing him, he bit my neck more than once. His hands were fondling me beneath my skirt. He teased my nipples, bit them, kissed them.. spanked me hard.. pulled my hair.. and kept me in frenzy nearly the entire night.
I danced with L. For one song and Master watched. He was very happy to see me interacting with another woman as I have few female friends. L. got tired rather quickly and I pulled Master out on the dance floor with me. He was resistant, but finally I had my Master dancing with me. OH! It was great!! He’s never danced with anyone since high school so it was quite a feat. We went outside for air and then came back in for the countdown.
Master kissed me at midnight.. until 5 minutes after midnight… we were the only ones still locked in a kiss and people smiled and one man said “you two must really be in love”... what a perfect thing to hear first thing in the new year.
Master and I left the club through a side door and found ourselves in the middle of a sky on fire. The fireworks display had begun and we sat down on the lawn of the federal building and watched until it was over. I was snuggled up with my Master, my Lover, My best friend, watching something spectacular and bringing in a new year of love, slavery and submission.
It’s an amazing thing to be in love and serving someone so completely out of that perfect love. I can’t imagine my life any other way and I hope I never have to.
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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Amaaazing Day...
Today is one of the days I just have to write about…
Master and I spent the morning and early afternoon together today because he goes on his trip tonight. I’m sad. He left a few hours ago, but It’s only overnight and then he’ll be back. I won’t have to miss him that much because He definitely left me something to remember him by! Holy Cats!
Thigh spankings in the car, kisses, bites, amazing. I can’t even describe how much I was tingling the whole time we were out doing errands. When we got home, I was immediately on my knees worshiping his manhood and then I assumed the position. THE BEST spanking of my life with a deliciously large vibrator poised inside just far enough to be ecstacy. Hands grasping ankles and ass high. It was amazing. The orgasm brought me to my knees, ass up and flower unprotected, he spanked me there as well… I had tears, it was so good. He let me climb on top finally and the sex was amazing. I was begging for things I never even thought I’d like, but he paid close attention and was very careful with me.
Discovery of the day? Evidently I have a Slapping Fetish!
Anyway, I was utterly spent after the session and after serving Master a beverage, I fell asleep, as usual, with my head on his chest. He woke me when it was time for him to leave and after a 20 minute goodbye kiss, he was on the road to South Carolina.
I miss him entirely but the slight spanking bruises are a comfort. I know he’ll be back soon.
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Sunday, December 19, 2004
Road Trip Catharsis
Master was nervous about his driving and I didn’t really pick up on it so much. He was agitated and it started to feel like he was snapping at everything I tried to do right. Eventually all of this bottled up nervousness and disappointment in myself bubbled over and after the party, I ended up being a bawling mess in the parking lot of IHOP. I tried to hold it together while Master and I were eating after the party, but in the parking lot it just sort of bubbled over and I spilled out all of these insecurities and everything that had made me sad and how much like a failure I felt. I had internalized the way he was acting as being about me rather than about traffic because he was taking it out on me. I have never driven a car. I don’t know how to read maps, All I can do is read the directions as they are on the page and I think it was the first time I’d felt utterly useless. I don’t think he knew I was feeling that way until the 45 minute tear explosion in the parking lot of the restaurant.
Master told me that none of it was my fault. I was fine and it was all his fault. He was taking responsibility. And he apologized for me feeling small and so useless but assured me that I am useful and wanted and entirely his. Master told me that the map was even hard for him to read and he has read lots of maps in his life. He held me in his arms and let me finish my cleansing cry and then we drove home with my head on his shoulder.
He woke me up when we got home and ushered me inside and to the bedroom where he made very good use of me. He let me spill out all my fears and my insecurities in the way I feel safest doing it: Those little truths and confessions that slip through impassioned lips. Seated on top of him with his arms around my waist and his pleasure pulsing through me, I admitted so much… I confessed so many things. I begged for a tighter collar and a stronger hand. I begged him to expect more of me, to demand and command more of me and to let me know myself the way he knows me. I asked to serve more, be the woman he wants me to be and the slave he demands me to be. When I climaxed, I cried with my face buried in his chest and he held me with his strong arms while I shuddered in the wake of all the emotions I’d been through. I slept so deeply. I woke with a new desire to serve.
I think I made another step toward total surrender. Only time can be the real judge of that.
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