My Master is the best. He is the best to many others too, I know I am not the only one who feels that way. He is charming, talented and determined. Confident and persuasive. If he wants something or someone, he takes what he wants. There is a certainty and assuredness about him. Initially I found that quite disconcerting, now I find it very comforting. He builds strong friendships with people. He is a passionate person, yet he can clearly and rationally look at a situation and react in a measured way. I really value his ability to guide me and help me through difficult moments. I am so grateful when he cares for me in that way, and he can control my emotions. He has become an important support system for me, in all aspects of my life. I know I can be open and honest with him. I am incredibly proud of my Master for how he shows care towards his submissives and servants.

Of course, he is the best fuck I have ever had. I consider myself very lucky to have been fucked by an experienced Real Man. My god. The way Master touches me, his hands firm against my body. It is not tentative and uncertain. My body is his, he will do as he pleases with it. Unapologetically. When he fucks me, he fucks me rough and hard. He leaves handprints on my body. His hands press me down into the bed, they pull me to him, they tighten around my throat, they spank my ass and slap my face. His cock fills me, stretching my mouth, pussy and ass. Grinding and pounding into me, over and over, for so long. His stamina and control is impressive. I need that, a man with the confidence to take what is his, with power, control and strength.  

He can fuck my mind too, not just my body. The smallest word or look from him can set my body on fire. I end up completely wet and it’s all because of him. No one has ever been able to see into me, to who I am, as easily as my Master. For me, that is why he is the best. Because he was able to see my soul, then he guided, led, controlled, fucked and shaped this woman into the happy strong little servant that I am becoming.

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Right back at the beginning, I didn’t understand just how much my life was going to change. I knew nothing. Absolutely nothing. It’s the strangest thing, I tried to not let him in, I was fighting impulses that I didn’t understand in those very early days. Then from the day I knelt and he took me on as his submissive, I feel like I handed myself over to Master, for him to lead me. Why fight things that feel right? I did believe that I could keep my two lives separate. That seems so crazy now. That’s like saying I must cut myself in two. It’s impossible. This is who I am now. With the knowledge of who I am, comes the realisation of just how important my Master is to me. That realisation can bring fear, I have had moments when the fear of losing my Master has been overwhelming. I am grateful that I am stronger now.

In November 2019 my Master began a relationship. Along with other things going on in his life, he had less and less time for his little servant. It felt like Master began to distance himself. He didn’t message as often, and he didn’t seem to want his little slut to serve him. I felt myself falling apart. It felt as though Master didn’t want to control me. I was terrified that I was right. For days I floated around in confusion. I was a mess. I couldn’t sleep. Finally I begged for some clarity, I know Master likes things to be clear. He said he wanted to keep me, but didn’t have time to lead me every day. My relief was immense. I was very sad, but being allowed to serve my Master in a small way seemed better than being released from his service completely.  

Over the next while a new normal was worked out, I was not to message my Master as often. It was so hard. I respected his space, but he was always on my mind. Each time I left the house I asked Master for permission in my mind. I tried to think maybe it was for the best, my submission had been growing stronger. I thought it was possible for me to be heading into slave territory… Perhaps it was good to pull back. However, the reality was I felt like a shell of myself going about my day. I felt so lost. I craved my Master’s control. His guidance. His power. I needed him.

Early in 2020 I visited my Master. I really didn’t know how it was going to be, or how he was going to be with me. Those weeks were both wonderful and challenging. Since returning home my need to submit and obey have grown more, again. Which means Master has become even more important to this little servant.

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The connection I feel to my Master is incredibly strong. I never knew it was possible to feel this connected to someone. To be able to feel their strong energy and power from the other side of the world. It’s kind of amazing. Some days it still manages to surprise me just how strongly I can feel him.

“Kneel for your Master now and show me.”
“Good girl.”
“Close your eyes. I’m standing in front of you.”
“Your little servant can feel you, Master.”
“Of course. My little pet.”

I am grateful that our connection is not simply a sexual one. If it was, the physical distance would be very hard, perhaps even impossible. Master controls all aspects of my life. Even the smallest things. He wants to know everything that happens in my home, when I am alone, when I am not. When I walk my dog. I take photos for his approval of how I am dressed when I leave the house, for social engagements, or when I go running. I must ask permission to attend any events, or catch ups with friends. If I would like to buy new clothes or shoes, I seek his approval. I message him the moment I wake up in the morning and at the end of the day when I go to bed. These are all controls that I enjoy. It makes me happy, strong and calm to be controlled in this way. It never feels strange, unnecessary or too much. His control is simply what I need.

Master is everything to me, he is a massive part of my life, and a huge influence for me. He gives me purpose and focus. He is always who I think of first when I wake, and he is never very far from my thoughts throughout the day. If something happens in my life, it is my Master who I want to share it with first. I know that I am now a trained servant, my Master has trained me well. His training has helped me to become a better servant, and also actually to be a better person. It is interesting to look back on how he trained me, how he patiently moved my boundaries, altered how I think, speak and behave. My journey is not done yet. There is always more to learn from him, there are always more ways to be better for him. He deserves the best.

I do truly care for my Master. I respect his superior position over me, and I respect him as a person. He has become an integral part of who I am. His mood and his health are vitally important to me. I need to know that he is happy and pleased, not just with me, but with everything. I know other servants have fallen in love with my Master. I can understand how that could happen. His importance in our lives is huge. The intense nature of the connection we feel with him could make it feel like love. For me, I am simply happy that I am a small part of his life, he wants this little servant. I will obey him and that’s all that matters. To live without him would be so awful I don’t even want to imagine it. One day he may simply tire of me, or his life may change and he won’t have time for me again. That is one of my biggest fears, that I keep very well hidden in the back of my mind. I will always obey my Master, I am his completely, even if he reaches a moment that he no longer wants me. I am forever his servant. Every day I am grateful, I understand I am very lucky to serve him.

The future is blurry. I was always so sure of what my life was going to be. Now I really don’t know what the future holds. But for now, I will remember that life is to be enjoyed as best we can each day, with this crazy virus tearing the world apart. Keeping us from who is important. little servant will patiently wait for the day I can gratefully kneel and kiss my Superior Master’s feet, have him spank my ass hard, feel his hands tighten around my throat and have him mark me as his. I will gratefully do anything he wants.

It feels very intense to write in this way for my Master at this moment. I know I am always open to him, yet saying these things makes me somehow feel even more exposed. Maybe that’s what he wants. He wants his little servant to admit just how incredibly important he is to me.

 

I am your good girl, Master. I am taking every day as it comes.
Life is so much better with you controlling me.
I will never take your ownership of me for granted.