Archive for the ‘exchange’ Category



January 4, 2008

>>> I’d like that. I like shopping for you. And it’s going to get
>>> boring having you lie on the floor, a quivering mass of horny slut.

>> i hope i can manage to be a quivering mass of horny slut for You, Sir.

>I don’t mind storing you in the closet if you don’t perform.


Need, Want, Love

October 26, 2007

“Tell me how much you need me.”

i need You like a plant needs water.

i’ve said it before, but it’s true. i can survive for a time without You, but i get all droopy. Left long enough, my edges start getting all brown and crackly. It’s not a pretty picture. You come along, and You’re like rain, and i feel myself growing, filling out, and flowering.

“Tell me how much you want me.”

i want You with a constant quiet want that occasionally flares up into a desperate desire for immediate gratification. i want You in every moment of my day, in every thing i experience. i want to live for You and with You. i want to be Yours in every way.

“Tell me how much you love me.”

i love You with all my heart. i love You more than anything. i love You with a love that’s astounding in its breadth and depth and intensity. i love You every minute of every day, with every cell of my being.


On embracing my feminine side…

September 15, 2007

me: i’m a latecomer to the whole girl thing, but i’m learning.

Him: Good.

me: You’re a good inspiration.

Him: You’d better think so.

me: You’re a very good inspiration, Sir. You’ve turned a dyed in the wool no-nonsense feminist into a 4-inch heeled, mini-skirt wearing slutty little girl. i expect You’re very proud of Yourself. 🙂


More on love

August 18, 2007

Here is my Master’s response to my post on my love for him. Reading it made me cry. Is it any wonder i love Him so much?

I am so filled with love for you I can hardly keep from bursting.

I love you with the full force of my dominance. I want to cover you completely, flowing over every bit of your surface with myself. I want to seep through you, covering every piece of you with myself. I want to force myself between the world and every one of your senses, and between every piece of you and every other piece of you. I want the world to flow through me into you, and for you to flow through me back into the world. I want everything you see, hear, smell, taste, touch, think, and feel to include me. I want to be the medium through which you experience the world and yourself.

You are my sub, my slave, my slut, my pet, and my toy. I love you fiercely. I want to control you and protect you and expose you and release you — all at the same time. I want you to be secure in my love for you, and for you to find ultimate peace in your submission to me.


Expressions of Love

July 13, 2007

My Master and I have loved each other very much these last few years, but it’s nothing compared to the love we share now that we are owner and slave. It’s so strong it’s almost impossible to describe in words, although different for each of us – his burning, commanding and fierce, and mine a quiet upswelling of love that threatens to overflow me.

Yesterday brought an email with a beautiful gift from my Master, that made me smile and smile, and laugh a little too, at the sweetly geeky intellectualness of it all.

I want to run into you like fresh seawater crashing into a tidepool, filling all the corners of you with the essence of me. I want to seep inside you, like oxygen or sugar. I want you to carry me with you as part of you. I want to rebuild your cells out of me, your mitochondria, your endoplasmic reticulum. You would still be you, but a new you, built partly out of me.

It still makes me smile today.

I love you, sir. Always and forever, utterly and completely.


Email snippet

June 27, 2007

>> You, Sir, are a very bad influence. Nearly every pair of shoes
>> that caught my eye had a heel far too tall for regular wear.
>> Whatever have you done to me?!

> I’ve turned you into a sub. Haven’t you been paying attention?


What it means to be submissive

June 13, 2007

>> One more thing: write me a paragraph about what it means to be
>> submissive. Make it clear to me, that in some small way, you’re
>> getting it.

> I am submissive when I am mindful of you in all things. From choosing
> what to pack according to my understanding of what would please you
> best, to folding my clothes carefully in respect for your ownership of
> them. I am submissive when I don’t need to put your wishes and
> desires ahead of my own because your wishes and desires have become
> my own, and my every action and thought is framed by my submission
> to you.