My Master
   
A tribute to My Master
 
Master

I sit at the computer watching the words of all the unknown faces scrolling by, occasionally tossing in a
witty comment or two, sometimes noting no response from the other chatters, sometimes drawing an �lol� from
several others like myself: alone and desolate at the screen, searching for some kind, any kind of human contact. It
passes through my mind that I must be a sad case of I do not know exactly what spending hour after hour, evening
after evening in front of this screen, reading and seeking and hoping.
What is it that I am looking for? The answer is simple yet complicated beyond measure. A man...yes. A
companion to ease the incessant loneliness, but oh so much more than that. No ordinary man will do for this woman.
I have had my share of men. Been married twice, had several boyfriends and partners. Not one has been what I am
seeking, In my own stubbornness and inability to admit failure I have wasted nearly half of my life. It disgusts me.
To have been so stupid to say that what was happening was not working for me. To have been so damned
hardheaded. Whatever was I thinking all those years when I could have been with the RIGHT kind of man for me?
Then there is the relationship that just came to an abrupt and painful end. Three and a half months of total
bliss, an even more blissful five days in Vancouver, BC where the two of us never stopped touching one another.
And the decision to at last become intimate after nearly two years of celibacy. And OH the sweetness of the release,
the exhilaration of allowing that orgasm to be brought to me by another person rather than myself. My God, I did not
know how I missed that sweet surrender to another being. Uh oh...surrender? The thought of that word alone has
always been enough to set my female parts to an electric tingle. I used to question why. Then gave up years ago
grabbing what surrender I could snatch from a man now and then. The day my second husband got religion and laid
down the law of once a week intimacy was the day I began to walk towards death. Not actual morte of course, but
an inner spiritual death I can not define clearly.
And so sad that the power this man needed so badly moved from the bedroom and sexual play to controlling
everything else in its steed. So much so that the control became so oppressive and intense that I began to lose all that
I am within. To take a highly sexed being such as myself and cut off all I need because it suddenly became a �sin� is
a SIN in itself. A cruel form of twisted abuse I will never grasp the purpose of, nor understand.
But here I am sitting at the computer watching the words of so many other lonely souls all seeking what I
seek when a name jumps out at me. Fdeckerii. Obviously part of his name. Reminding myself I have just returned
from spending the most glorious five days I can remember in several years, I am hesitant. Yes, it ended seven days
later, but not because of me. How can a woman compete with a dead one that has been canonized in the mind of her
living husband? It can not be done. So in the name of my mental health I let him go. Yes, it hurt like hell. Yes, I
still miss him. But the pain lessens each day and this name on the screen seems to be calling out to me somehow.
I have to ask where he is from and he responds kindly. I share that I have just returned from Vancouver and
a ended liason and that seems to spark a little interest. Before I know it, we are in a private message getting past all
the shallow stuff; age/sex/location crap, the obvious, but he did not know mine. Suddenly a warmth pours over me
and I swear that you step into the room and touch me. Lightening shoots through me and settles in a pool between
my legs causing my pussy to ache and get wet. My God, how can I be moved so physically by a few typewritten
words? Unbelievable. Yet I am so drawn to you the next thing I know is I offer my phone number to you. Have I
lost my senses? No..they are more alive than they have been in over two years. Can I miss this opportunity when
you explain you cannot phone me? No more so than I can stop breathing. You have somehow captured me and as
you types your number across the screen, my cunt aches like crazy. Good grief...I think...you are losing it for sure.
I close the computer and move to my room, knowing that I have to hear your voice alone. Where no one
else can hear you. Where you speak only for me. As I dial my hands are shaking and my heart pounds within my
chest, each beat invoking a throb between my legs.
�Hello?� My God, I hear this everyday. Such a simple word. Yet to me at this moment it takes on new
context, new meaning, as you are greeting only me.
�It�s Josephine,� I whisper. My voice sounds breathy and a tiny bit strange. What has come over me? I
can feel you drawing me to you through the telephone lines.
We talk. About a lot. I do not remember exactly what, but each word is as a caress and each word is as if
you are somehow wrapping me in a web of strings and cords. And I am surprised because I welcome your bonds
with joy. Our conversation moves to more intimate things. What we like, what we want, what we need. And I begin
to think that on the other end of this phone is a VERY special man. A man of strength with a tenderness for women
I have never experienced. You laugh and respond to my words and wit giving it back like an old pro and soon we are
laughing and sharing like old friends.
I do not know how me moved from general talk to intimacy. It just happened. By whose direction or
choice it matters not I suppose. But the next thing I know I am naked and you know it . And you are telling me how
to touch myself and I am following your every direction , loving it, following you to I care not where.
Your voice soon becomes filled with urgency and passion and I hesitate as you tell me to stick my finger up
my ass. When I tell you I am an ass virgin, you push me anyway, with tenderness and patience and before I can
protest again, I have done this thing for you. The sensation is incredible. A heady combination of pain and arousal. I
orgasm like an overflowing river, flooding my towel and bed as if someone opened the hot water faucet.
�Such a good little girl,� You croon to me. I melt at your words knowing that I am more than wrapped in a
few bonds now. This is what I have sought and wanted all these years. This is the basic need that has been left
unmet, unfulfilled. It sounds so simple, but it is not. Not at all. I have pleased you and you have given me a gift you
may not even know the magnitude of yet. You have released me and bound me all within a few minutes time.
Released me to surrender. Released me to be happy. Released me to be what I am. This has done something to me,
for me. I can hear you crooning to me still and I long to curl up in your arms and be held and snuggled like the little
girl I am. Like the woman that I am. I ache with all my being at this point to give something to you in return. To
make you as happy as you have made me. I see then that I will now do anything for this male. Anything to bring
you the joy that you have brought me. I desire now to serve you with all that I am. When I mention this, that I want
to make you happy, you laugh. For I find that you are not done with me yet.
�More bitch. I want more.� The words are harsh and at first I recoil. Then you go on and something
happens to me. I am a bitch. A woman. A cunt. A whore. A slave. And I am proud of that fact I will be all that
you want me to be. I have to.
�I want you to come for me...HARD!!! HARD!!!! NOW!! � You whisper in my ear. My fingers move
like lightening on my clit and I do it. How I can not fathom. Did I not already soak everything under me. And then I
am moaning and screaming and writhing my cunt pounding like a piston in a racing engine and I pour my juice out
harder than before.
�MY cock is hard, cunt.� You whisper again. �What do you want me to do with it?� Stupid question
crosses my mind. Then I realize you need the words too.
` �Can I touch you, sir? Please?� I want to run my hands over your swollen dick. Feel the heat of your
erection, the smoothness of the head of your cock, savor the touch of the wrinkles and bumps that make your dick so
special, so unique.
Your moans are affirmative and I reach out to fold my hands around you. Even over the phone, I can feel
you. Hot and hard in my hands and I move to cradle your balls, lifting and folding them in my fingers and palms.
And they are hot too, and bumpy and hairy in my hand. Moisture gathers between my legs as I describe how I am
stroking you. touching you, savoring how you feel to me.
I can not wait a moment longer before I know that I must have you in my mouth. I bend down and lick that
tiny drop of sweet precum off the end of your teeming cock and swallow hard. My tongue circles the bulbous head,
feeling the edge, the rim, and the tiny cord under the skin in the underneath side. Closing my lips around you, you
feel excellent in my mouth, I lower my head a little at a time as slowly as I can, until my lips rest against your belly.
Moaning deep in my throat, with your cock pressing against the back, I come like a dam broken open. I feel you take
my head in your hands and I begin bobbing my head up and down, up and down, adoring the fullness of your dick
sliding in and out of my mouth. I can hear you moaning and then you are filling my ears with first directions,
�Come again, bitch. I want you to come again.� My fingers obey your command and in a moment I am
moaning right along with you. �Let go!� You command. �Scream!!!!�
My breath comes in rapid bursts and my voice fills the entire house. �Oh oh oh ..... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!�
something passes through my mind to be quiet my daughter will hear so I grab the blanket and stuff in it my mouth as
a gag. Moaning deep within my throat now you command me again, throwing out that you are about to blow your
wad along with me.
Your voice is deep and gruff and all male as you tell me that you are shooting that sweet maleness of you
down the back of my throat and I swallow with eagerness as my cunt somehow shoots out a stream of hot steamy
fluid with such force, it hurts a little bit. As I swallow the last drop of come from your cock, I curl up in a little ball,
cunt throbbing like a beating heart and no words left. Only a soft mewling sound crosses my lips. And the sound of
your ragged breath on the line somehow caresses me.
�Snuggle to me, to me little one.� Are the words that caress my ears and I can do nothing else but comply.
�Oh yes,� I croon back to you. �Oh yes.�
You chuckle. The sound is like warm oil pouring over my wounded heart and soul. �Pretty good...huh?�
I laugh. �A+ 100. You pass the test.� I whisper.
This brings another chuckle from you and I have never felt so warm and secure and cherished in all my life.
�Now my good little girl, I want you to sleep� Your words so tender in my ears. I could never disobey.
Nor would I want to.
�Yes Milord....� My voice sounding so far away. But I do not want to leave you. I lift my head and try to
look around the darkened room. �Sir ?.....�
�I�m right here. Right beside you. Holding you. Never going to let you go.�
�mmmmmm.....� So close to sleep I am nearly unconscious.
Your deep voice cuts through my sleepy haze. �I am going to take very good care of you. Very good
care.�
My heart trembles for a moment as I drift off to sleep. I am bound. Tied. Welded. Cemented.
�Good night.� I murmur.
�Good night, MASTER.� You repeat.
�Good night, Master.� I echo, knowing that with these words there is now no turning back, nor even an
inkling of a desire to do so. Knowing that I have at last found what I have been seeking. A Master... My Master.....
You.
 
You are my Everything
There is just no living without loving you. When I surrender to you it is the ultimate gift I can give you ... my power, my will, my desire ... for you to do with as you will. And me, trusting so much that I never doubt that what you do is the best for me. For this ... I will love you forever with all my mind, all my heart and all my body. For I BELONG to you.
 
What is Submission?
This word: SUBMISSION! Oh it makes some cringe. But not me, Milord. For this is my gift to you. Surrendering all I am into your hands. Giving you everything that I am and can ever be. And knowing that you love me enough to take this gift and use it to guide me into places and planes I could never even dream of reaching on my own. With you I am alive, feminine, a woman fulfilled beyand her wildest dreams. And this is why I love you and give you all I am.
 
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