It is Monday. I don’t have much work to do, I’m watching some tv while I eat my lunch. Master messages me.

"What are you doing?
I’m horny."

I read his message and my pussy contracts and starts to throb. Now we are both horny. Master calls me his little bitch. I agree. Of course I am, but it is still hard when Master calls me that. Although I notice the feeling of discomfort is less than when he called me bitch for the first time.

"I want to see your body.
On your knees."

I quickly shut the dog downstairs and strip off my clothes with my heart racing. I take a photo and send it to Master. I’m not in the correct position, his displeasure radiates out of my phone. I try not to panic, I hate displeasing my Master. I kneel naked on the wooden floor, take another photo and apologise.

"I know you miss my big cock."

"Yes, your servant misses your big thick cock."

"Write it down on your tits.
I want to read that from there."

I find a pen and start to write. The pen stops working. I’m frantically running around the house trying to find a pen that will write on my skin. I don’t want to keep my Master waiting, but I also want to do it right so he is pleased. By the time I’m finished writing and have sent Master a photo I’m so wet. I look down and see wetness sticking to the inside of my thighs. I groan. My god. Writing messages for Master on my skin always has this effect on me.

Property of:
Superior Master
Your servant misses your big thick cock

Master commands his servant to touch herself, and I gratefully reach between my legs. My phone sitting on the floor in front of me. One hand on my clit and the other hand pushing fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I’m stunned by how wet I am. My pussy and clit feel swollen and achy. I read the words on my tits, a jolt of need shoots through my body, I like having them on my skin. I’m so horny I feel like I could orgasm instantly, but I have not been given permission, so I control myself.

But I am desperate. It is only a few minutes later I send a message to my Master pleading with him to allow his little servant to have his orgasm. He laughs.

"You must need it
When was the last time I allowed you to have an orgasm?"

My mind is going all blurry. I can’t remember, it feels like two weeks ago but I can’t be sure.

"You can have an orgasm
On your knees"

I thank my Master, tell him that his servant is on her knees for him, where she belongs. Then I concentrate on all the pleasure that has been growing in my body, it’s spreading outwards like a fire from my clit. I stare down at the writing all over my tits.

Two messages ping on my phone:

"You are so little next to me
You have no will"

Master is right, he always is. I groan as my orgasm starts sending pulses through my whole body. I can feel waves of pressure on my fingers as my pussy contracts over and over. The feeling is so intense. It seems to just go on and on. I realise I’m moaning, with pleasure and relief. Then instantly it changes, and I’m sobbing. Huge gasping sobs that shake my body as my orgasm slows down. I collapse forward with my head resting on the floor, curled over my knees, tears are coming and I can’t stop them. I don’t understand what is happening to me. I’m really scared. I’m shaking. I’m cold. I need my Masters arms around me. He’s not there.

I stay like that for several minutes until the tears subside and I can move. I reach for my phone. I need my Master, but I don’t know what to write. Do I tell him what just happened? I don’t even really understand what just happened. Is he going to think I’m weird and strange? I feel weird and strange. Who has orgasms like that? Master always wants me to be honest. I tell him.

"That’s the power I have over you
Stay on your knees
Down
Where you belong"

I stay kneeling on the floor and think about what he wrote, what just happened to me. I feel exhausted, shattered, in desperate need of a cuddle and some aftercare. I rest my head against the edge of the bed and stare at the writing. Twenty minutes later I message Master and ask if his servant may please be dismissed.

He releases me, but wants one more orgasm in 30 minutes. He wants me to be slow. He wants me to be grateful. I set the timer on my phone, I get dressed and sit at my desk. My body is still humming, because I know my Master has demanded another orgasm from me. Twenty minutes go by then I undress again and kneel on the floor. I take my time, as commanded. The timer ticks down. I watch it and hold my orgasm for my Master.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I have my Masters permission and I orgasm hard for him again.

My Master is arriving soon. He wants to know how his little servant is feeling about his visit. There are a lot of different emotions and feelings going on, she will try her best to describe them for her Master.

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As my Master is well aware, I was pretty clueless about dominance and submission before I met him. His visit in last year showed me a little bit about how it can be, how it works. I have learnt so much more from him since that time. I have learnt so much about how to please my Master. I have learnt so much about myself. I am no longer the same person. I wonder how different I will seem to my Master. Will he feel I am different? Is he going to be different with me? He was very nice to me on the last trip. He was patient with me while I learnt. He adjusted himself for me when he knew I was struggling or uncomfortable. He will be more demanding and intense this time.

There is still much to learn. I know that. I am so curious about how it will be to serve my Master now. How will it be? I really don’t know. It isn’t really something I have spent much time considering, despite my huge curiosity, because it will be however my Master wants it to be. It is not up to me. There is no point considering or imagining how it will be. He will command me, and as his little servant I will obey my Master. So, while I am quite curious, I’m also quite calm, because nothing is my responsibility. Six weeks is a long time for my Master to test me, challenge me and push me. He wants me to be the servant he deserves, and I will be trying my hardest to live up to his very high expectations. I really don’t want to let my Master down. That is something that I worry about every day, not being good enough for my Master.

I’m nervous. Of course. I wonder just how nervous I will be when I see him. My heart rate is going to be through the roof. Master knows that’s how I am going to be. I can’t hide that from him. Apparently Master thinks my nervousness is cute. I just find it kind of embarrassing, and wish I could control it better.

There is anxiety too. My biggest single worry about this visit is whether my marriage is going to survive it. I love my cup of tea. I don’t want to hurt him. He doesn’t give me everything I need though. Which is why I have ended up with two men in my life. One normal man. One Real Man. I need to serve my Master. I need to obey my Master. I need to submit to the demands of my Master. Will those demands be too much for my marriage? This is incredibly difficult for me to write about. If I am truly honest, I have to admit there is a lot of fear. How far is my Master going to push me. Is my cup of tea going to notice?

There is a small collection of corsets, latex and lingerie that has been growing over the past few months. I was the most uncertain about my Master's command for me to wear latex for him. The latex skirt, that I have worn only once for my Master's approval, is now one of the things I am most looking forward to wearing for him. My god, the feel of that latex skirt on my body made me so incredibly horny. I told Master I had instantly become a lover of latex. Wearing it for him is going to be very interesting indeed. And I’ve always wanted to wear a corset, so I am going to be very happy wearing one for my Master.

When I am around my Master, I feel drawn to him, like a physical pull of energy. It is the strangest feeling. Are people going to notice us? What we have has to remain a secret. That is important for both of us.


To answer my Master’s question about all the feelings his little servant has about his visit, it can be summed up like this:
Excited. Intrigued. Curious. Nervous. Anxious. Fearful. Grateful. Horny. Calm. Happy.


This curious little servant is ready to serve and obey her demanding Master in person.
She needs to be marked as his, used, fucked, spanked, restrained, controlled and guided.
She will be on her knees waiting for his command.

I’ve met a man.

A Real Man.

I didn’t know what that meant, until I met him. I will try to describe him to you…


When we were first introduced, he seemed friendly and a bit cheeky, with a cute smile that lights up his face. We danced a couple of times. He wasn’t super flirty, he didn’t try and chat me up, it feels as though he just sends this energy out and draws women to him. I have no other way of explaining it.

Later he described himself to me as a gentleman with a very dominating sexual energy. 

Earlier, yes, he was a gentleman to me, he would tell me I am beautiful, among other things. Now that I serve him, I see that side of him less. I told him once that it seems like he has two personalities. The one I see in public, who is a cheeky, happy, friendly, confident man. And the Master I see in private who is an intense, controlling, demanding and powerful man.

I like both personalities, but it can be difficult sometimes, when they are switched between so quickly. I can never relax around him. He makes me nervous, words disappear from my head and I feel completely inadequate.

My Master is a very confident man. He gets what he wants. If he wants a girl, he takes her. I didn’t think it was possible, but it’s true. I have first hand experience. It is incredibly intense to be the object of his attention. There is no escaping his power over you. His strength of will has you doing things you never thought you would do. He enjoys having several girls pleasing him at once, and because he is a Real Man who knows how to fuck, he deserves all those beautiful girls. We all want to please him. He demands our obedience. Master enjoys control, he needs to control, it gives him pleasure to control his girls and his servants. But he can also control himself, he can fuck for a very long time. So much longer than normal men. So much better than normal men. Which, as his servant, I am very grateful for. His pleasure is very important to him. His pleasure seems to be one of the main focuses in his life, although, maybe I have a slightly skewed view on that.

He can sense people’s energy, how they are feeling, responding to him. I’ve never met someone who can do that so well. It is a strange feeling, comforting and unsettling at the same time, if that is possible. He is a wonderful teacher. He is one of the most influential teachers I have had. His students respect him, for his enthusiasm and thoughtful teaching. He inspires many people.

I like the fact that my Master travels around the world and meets people who he forms close friendships with. He speaks so highly of these friends, and it is nice to see that they are so important to him. The people, and their friendship.

My Master is someone who I feel both close and distant to. Being his servant is an incredibly intimate thing, I am open to him, we have to be honest with each other. I appreciate that he is an honest person, and that he is always honest with me. Although, sometimes that can be hard to hear. Sometimes when we are messaging, or we are together, I feel very close to him, like I know him. At other times, he is abrupt, short with me, or he doesn’t reply, and I feel a huge distance between us, like I don’t know him at all. I think maybe the dynamic of the Dominant and servant means that my Master learns so much about me, but he gives away very little about himself. Maybe that is not how it is suppose to be. But that is how it feels most of the time.

I would like to be back in that bar, with my Master, where we were first honest about our attraction. There are so many things I would like to talk with him about, to really understand my Master, what he is feeling, and what he wants.