First Whipping

today Master used his belt on me for the first time. i loved every second of it. laying face down on my little bed blindfolded, with him kneeling beside bringing the leather strap down across my bare ass. the intensity of the silence between each lash, with me trying to imagine what Master was doing, where the belt was, when i would feel the next sting. even when the pain got higher and i instinctively tried to twist on the bed away from the belt, i didn’t want Master to stop, never wanted it to stop. although it was going beyond every pain limit i have, i never asked him to stop because i loved it. i loved knowing that i was completely and totally helpless and that all the control was in his hands. i loved the physical reminder of my place. i loved knowing that that pain was what was in store if i disobeyed Master, because in an odd way i could feel Master’s love for me more than ever at that moment. both during and after, i felt closer to Master than i ever have and i still do. i don’t know, maybe that happening broke down some tiny wall between us that i didn’t even know was there. or maybe it was the fact that the idea of Master using his belt honestly scared me to death, since i have a fear of things like that from childhood events. maybe its the fact that it was something that otherwise would scare the living hell out of me and that with anyone else i would never have considered in a million years. maybe it was experiencing something that was a major fear of mine being turned into a bonding experience with my Master. i don’t know. i just know that i can’t wait until next time.

slave’s Rules

Rule 1: slave must always address Master as such.

Rule 2: slave shall always conduct herself in a manner respectful to Master.

Rule 3: slave must wear her collar at all times unless otherwise instructed by Master.

Rule 4: slave shall kneel at Master’s feet when called upon and await command.

Rule 5: slave must always dress sexily unless weather does not permit.

Rule 6: slave must not wear makeup at any time unless otherwise instructed by Master.

Rule 7: slave must ask Master’s permission for anything and everything she desires.

Rule 8: slave must always obey Master.

Rule 9: slave must always say “yes, Master”, or “no, Master”.

Rule 10: No bra may be worn by slave in Master’s presence.

Rule 11: slave must always show her Master the thong she is wearing.

Rule 12: slave must always be clean-shaven.

Rule 13: On Fridays, slave must always meow after every sentence she says in Master’s presence.

Rule 14: slave must always talk about Master.

Rule 15: slave must happily accept and and all compliments given to her by Master.

Rule 16: slave must never refuse Master.

Rule 17: When living with Master, slave shall never wear clothes whilst at home.

Rule 18: slave must never put herself down.

Rule 19: slave must always report to Master her whereabouts and what she is doing.

Rule 20: Only lace or fishnets may be worn while at home.

Rule 21: slave shall never look any man besides Master in the eyes.

Rule 22: slave shall never talk whatsoever to any man unless they know who and what Master is.

Rule 23: slave shall always stand up for herself when anyone besides Master tries to boss her or take advantage of her.

Rule 24: slave shall never talk back against Master unless it is absolutely necessary in order to bring to Master’s attention an injury she has acquired; or anything else of critical nature.

Rule 25: Any infraction of the rules must be followed immediately by an explanation of why it happened and an apology to Master, at which point Master will administer a punishment he thinks fitting.

Rule 26: slave shall do at least three sets of twenty push-ups each day.

Rule 27: slave shall eat healthy and keep herself busy and active.

Free

I may be chained,

but my bonds offer warmth,

I am owned,

but that sets me free.

If I am a flower,

then you are my sun and my rain,

If I a prisioner,

then I wish not to leave.

You are life,

my every need,

even needs I do not know.

Perfect hands to wipe my tears,

and to bless me with freeing, beautiful pain.

Lips that render me speechless,

leaving me to quiver and anticipate,

what lies behind those dark eyes,

that make me lose all control,

I know my body is not mine,

it is yours to rule.

I need not anything else,

but the ability to kneel before you,

for you are my Master,

and I live only to please you.

just a poem i found :)

Master

by ~shadowedembrace

Master,
I do not give this title lightly at all.
Master,
The one man I trust not to let me fall.

Master,
The man I give myself to..all of me.
The man who I respect more than anyone,
The man who sets me free.

Master,
The title I give a man who I hold on high.
The man who I trust utterly,
The man who refuses to let me cry.

Master,

The man who brings this woman to her knees.
The man who makes me beg,
The one who I say “Please..?”

Master,
The one who owns my very soul.
The man who completes me,
The one who helped me to become whole.

Master,
God among men is what he is to me.
The man who I yearn for,
To whom I’d crawl to on my knees.

My heart belongs to my Master,
As does my body and soul.
All that I am is his.
He made me burn again when I was cold.

Master,
My love..my heart.
My extra push in life,
The man who helped me start.

The one who
Ignites my fire,
Master..oh Master..
The one who consumes my desires.

My every thought and dream,
Master, is of you.
You ARE my soul.
You give spirit to all that I do.

You make flowers seem more beautiful,
The stars shine more luminous in the night sky.
I trust Master truly
Because Master never lies.

I’d do anything for Master,
All he has but to do is ask.
Master, the one who with one look
Saw through all my masks.

The man who makes me want
To help myself, to LIVE my life.
The man who hardens me
To be able to handle strife.

Master, oh Master,
How can words say
That I give you all that I am forever?
That I wake and smile because of you each day?

How can I prove to you
That I deserve to be with you
Master? I give you my life, my love, my all.
You give me love like I’ve never knew.

Master,
The beat of my very heart.
The hand that holds my leash,
That I’ve loved from the very start.

The man I bow to,
The only man I listen to.
Master, my wonderful God of a Master,
There will only EVER be you.

Forever more I am yours,
Yours and yours ALONE.
For wherever my Master is
IS my home.

Love is that which keeps us breathing…

Love is that which keeps us breathing,

The very blood of the earth.

Flowing and pulsing,

Just under the surface,

Pleasure stirring with hurt.

 

A heart may heal,

But sustains all scars.

Armor for its cause.

Cries out among the suffered,

Clutched by immortal jaws,

 

Of the heartache we so endure.

Lurking in every love,

Tracking its next prey.

Through its murky night,

We seek the eluding day.

My Lord

Your love is the blood that runs through my veins,

the very thing that keeps my heart beating.

Your touch is all I live for,

my whole reason for being.

No place is worth visiting,

no matter how beautiful,

unless I have you by my side.

No life is worth living without you,

no matter the riches it may be filled with,

for you are my whole life.

Regrets

I know he says that the things I did in the past that caused him hurt don’t matter anymore, I know he’s forgiven me….but I haven’t forgiven myself. And I know I most likely never will.

It’s just…because I can still remember every word of every conversation, every look and comment that I assumed was hatred bred from all the pain I caused. I can still remember moments when I was sure that he must hate me…

I can still remember every minor detail, so it’s impossible to forget and forgive myself for something that is still fresh in my mind as yesterday…

I don’t know what to do in order to get over everything I did