sex? sex!

I was unaware of how prodigious, exciting, and helpless sex could be. The feeling of being helpless is normally not a sensation someone would enjoy or voluntarily put themselves into.  But with, my Master, being put and pressed under his thumb is something I have never experienced before. I adore and crave the stinging sensation of the cane as he whips it against my ass. Being dominated by him heightens my orgasm. Sex with him can be dichotomous: being controlled, talked down to, being called a whore, having my face stepped on and my nipples tortured, or – love making, simple movements of grinding while carrying on a conversation and showering each other with dear words and reassurance.

Both fields of our sex life is something I never imagined possible, not the actions, but the sensation I never thought possible, even more so – not from a man nearly twice my age or the intelligence he possess.

My pleasure comes from his pleasure.

I will only be writing in this blog when he is at work, I want this in no way to distract me from him. My attention is for him, not for this site.

his word, is law.5

I was at one time unaware of what my life could be, even ignorant to the information of who my life was for. A strong, dominate man – who watches and controls my every move to the point where I could not resist but to give my life to him. A life where nothing is mine, an existence where I existed only for him to use. Punish me and push me to limits which the mere thought of it, would be rejected by society.

Although blogging isn’t something I find easy to do, I strive to please my Mistress, so, from behind the internet curtain of anonymity.

I do not own the body he touches, uses, abuses; it is just as his own. A piece of him that was built into another human vessel.

I am not able to function without his every word, though I was not always like this, I have never felt anything compared to what him and I possess.

I don’t believe there is a possibility to explain the feeling obtained with pleasing him, feeling the excitement and satisfaction he feels when I cook for him or bend over for a ass beating.

Don’t sit there and shake your head with disgust, what we have is mutual. We have complete love for one another and contentment. Our relationship is a healthy balance of control and love.

Welcome to my life.