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Waiting


Waiting

She strained to hear him moving around.

The ache in her shoulders was growing,

As was the wetness between her legs.

She shivered as she felt his heat closer,

She whined as she reached for his touch.

He smiled as he watched her struggling,

Not with the ropes, but with her needs.

He reached out for her….

beth

Resisting

Resisting the chain

When he came into her home office she was working.

She was overloaded and stressed.

He had finished for the day and was looking forward to relaxing.

He came in to tell her he was going for a walk but stopped when he saw her.

Her hair all mussed, no makeup on, eyes straining at the monitors in front of her.

He stood at the door and waited.

Finally she muttered and looked up, he could sense her struggle for patience.

“Yes Master, is there something I can do for you?”

He knew her well, he knew her mood, he knew she worked hard to respect protocol in these moments.

Knowing she would not react well, he decided to go ahead with a desire he’d just had.

“Yes slut, you can remove your clothes, get on your knees and crawl after me”

Her eyes widened “But Master, I have so much to do”

“Are you questioning me slut?” he said with a low warning in his voice.

He could hear her reluctance “No Master” she said in a low voice.

With a last look at her monitors she pressed the sleep button and removed her clothes under his watchful eye.

“I haven’t showered today Master” she said as she sank to her knees.

“I know slut, come with me”

She crawled after him to the bathroom, where he had her heel and he started the shower. He left her there waiting and went to the toy box. When he returned he exchanged her regular collar for the wider one, and made sure she could see the leash.

“You may rise to shower quickly slut”

She stood under the water, her face telling the tale of worry and reluctance.

She stopped the water and stepped out. He dried her with a towel, ordered her to her knees and attached the leash to her collar.

He pulled at the leash and lead her to the back door. He felt her hesitate and he turned to her; “Is there a problem slut?”

She measured his look and lowered her head “No Master” she muttered.

He opened the door and took her out the the middle of the yard, to their picnic table and he had her lay across the table face up, legs spread wide.

Again she pulled away a bit until she saw the look on his face.

He fastened her hands with rope together above her head, ran the rope under the table and attached each ankle to on of the other ends.

Then out came the whip. He knew that nothing would make her forget her deadlines, stress and work worries better than striking burning pain. And nothing would relax him more than hearing her scream, cry and beg for mercy.

He raised his hand, growing hard as she whimpered, shutting her eyes…..

beth

A moment of realization

Master and I are very close, I feel very fortunate to have found him, and very fortunate to not have had to go through too many “mcdoms” before him.

However I have always felt that I need him far more than he needs me. ¬†Number 1, I have never needed anyone very much, moving on has always been simple for me. ¬†Even to this day, a girlfriend has become annoyed with me, and instead of facing me head on, she has apparently decided to cut me off, no calls, no texts, no shared secrets. ¬†Apparently I am to be discarded; my friendship cannot be worth much if it has not earned the effort of confrontation. ¬†So, I too will move on. ¬†I have given her a couple of soft “hellos” in an effort to draw her out, but to no avail.

Anyway, I digress. ¬†With Master there have been times when I have very seriously considered requesting my release, there are times when I still think about it, ¬†due mostly to the difficulty of balancing “real life” with the “real life I want”. ¬†Whenever I think of it I become very sad and can’t imagine a day without knowing he is there…..somewhere. ¬†He will read this and yes, it will probably give him an ego boost *pfft* but he knows better than to use it :). ¬†My daily tasks, my affirmation, our chats and calls, how would I manage without my best friend that never judges me?

Number 2; there are so many subs out there, to play with, to train, to enjoy, and not be overly attached to, wouldn’t that be easy for him? ¬†He is a special man, with brains that almost match mine *grin* (that will make him chuckle) and a very understanding attitude, he seems to strive to know me, not simply to dominate me. ¬†On the other hand; he has the security of knowing that there are not many Doms that pass muster with me, I simply have no time or patience for bullshit. ¬†But I am not mean or rude, so I am fairly confident in the idea that most “mcdoms” would fuck up way before I became interested. ¬†They email me, I respond, not usually with a “yes sir”, after all, they need to earn it too…..and they get confused :).

All that being said, I have become very aware of Master. ¬†He enters, my eyes open wider, his cunt throbs, my mouth opens, my throat dries….I am aware of his presence. ¬†I never really thought of him as being aware of me, at least until summoned; ¬†but last week we had an event to attend, and since we were each in our own transportation, I happened to arrive a good 30 after him, vanilla hubs can be a pain! ¬†I was looking around, absorbing the flow, my eyes seeking him out as soon as I hit the entrance. ¬†I saw him before he saw me, but I had the chance to watch him as his head tilted just a touch and turned straight around, meeting my eyes instantly.

It was at that moment that I realized that he is as aware of me as much as I am of him, and this horny sub hopes that also means he needs me as much as I need him. ¬†We may be destined to a lifelong d/s “affair”, as we are both in marriages we are not prepared to wreck, so we had better have a deep understanding and love.

I adore you Master :)…..your cunt thobs waiting for your next visit.Master needs