Is there a difference between these words? Does one have more meaning then the others? Personally, I use them interchangably. Others might not. I think it all depends on your own relationship.
When I call Master by His titla, or I call Him my Owner, I am using it as a term of respect, of caring, of devotion. But, what does it mean to be a Master (or Mistress)? Having been on both sides of the collar, I think I can give a little insight as to what, to many, it means.
To me, being a Master or Mistress means that You accept the responsibility given to You. One accepts, when accepting the title from a willing submissive, responsibility for the submissive's mental and emotional well being. For their physical welfare, both in and out of any play time. One accepts the devotion and caring. You accept the responsibility of being the person's protector, and not just in a physical sense, but also in an emotional and mental sense. You are the one the person will turn to in times of need, pain, suffering, and angst.
But, also, You are the one the person will turn to in times of joy and success. The submissive's success is also, in part, Your success. Their happiness, Yours also.
Many young "Doms" today only see the control aspect of the relationship. They see a submissive, one who may be too naive to know better, as a doormat to be controled and neglected. A true Dom, worthy of the title Master, is one who shows self-control, self respect, compassion, gentleness when needed, sterness when warrented as well.
The title is not given easily or willy nilly. It can only be given of the submissive's free will, to one he or she deems worthy of the title. If accepted, the Dominant who accepts it must do so willingly, of His or Her own free will, accepting all that is offered with the title.
The little things that are done to show devotion by the submissive or to show care by the Dominant are just nice little perks! :)
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
A Fantasy for Master...
Maybe my subbie sister can help me develop this for Master... Or perhaps Master can participate in this....
I wonder, though, what Master would do if both BrightEyes and I were in front of Him in cheerleader outfits.... Since He doesn't like Naughty School Girl costumes, lol (probably because both subbie sister and I went to Catholic School, lol)
I wonder, though, what Master would do if both BrightEyes and I were in front of Him in cheerleader outfits.... Since He doesn't like Naughty School Girl costumes, lol (probably because both subbie sister and I went to Catholic School, lol)
If only they knew...
I, like my subbie-sister and Master, am not out of the toy box to anyone. At times I think my life would be simpler of O was out of the toy box to everyone. Would people be accepting of what I really am? Of who I really am? I wonder what people would say if they knew...
Woudl it be a total shock to people? Would people be understanding? Would they still think the same of me if they knew?
I know Master would, as would my subbie-sister. But would everyone else? Would those who think they know me? Would my life be simpler if I didn't have to hide what I really am?
Would I come out of the toy box to all if Master reuested that I do? Yes, but I know He would never ask that of me. He respects me enough that knowing I would do so if He asked is enough for Him.
I just think things like this from time to time.
Woudl it be a total shock to people? Would people be understanding? Would they still think the same of me if they knew?
I know Master would, as would my subbie-sister. But would everyone else? Would those who think they know me? Would my life be simpler if I didn't have to hide what I really am?
Would I come out of the toy box to all if Master reuested that I do? Yes, but I know He would never ask that of me. He respects me enough that knowing I would do so if He asked is enough for Him.
I just think things like this from time to time.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Stumbled....
I really want to be a good girl, I really do. I just hit a few snags here and there. I had confessed to pleasuring myself without Master's knowledge or permission to climax, knowing I would be punished in some way, but also knowing that if Master found out on His own or later, the punishment would be worse. This was more of a mind punishment then anything else, if you want my honest opinion of it. Don't get me wrong, it was uncomfortable, but it forced me to think.
I really want to be a good girl for Master. I should not have taken it upon myself to pleasure what is His without His knowledge or permission. Master is proud of the fact that, generally, BrightEyes and I are well behaved.
I was left there, though, to think about what I had done. And how it looked to Master that I had to go off on my own to pleasure myself.
The punishment was humiliating. And I could do nothing about it either. I am greatful Master took time out of His evening to punish His naughty girl, and I will try to be a good girl for Master in the future. I want to behave for Him, I want to pleasure Him, and I know by behaving, I do bring Him great pleasure and pride.
I am sorry Master, for being a naughty girl, for touching myself without Your permission, and for climaxing without Your permission.
I really want to be a good girl for Master. I should not have taken it upon myself to pleasure what is His without His knowledge or permission. Master is proud of the fact that, generally, BrightEyes and I are well behaved.
I was left there, though, to think about what I had done. And how it looked to Master that I had to go off on my own to pleasure myself.
The punishment was humiliating. And I could do nothing about it either. I am greatful Master took time out of His evening to punish His naughty girl, and I will try to be a good girl for Master in the future. I want to behave for Him, I want to pleasure Him, and I know by behaving, I do bring Him great pleasure and pride.
I am sorry Master, for being a naughty girl, for touching myself without Your permission, and for climaxing without Your permission.
Friday, January 2, 2009
While the Cat's away...
...the mice shall play. What do you get when subbie sisters both, generally, behave? Well, when we both behave well enough, Master lets us play together without Him being there! Master allowed BrightEyes and I to play last night and we had a wonderful time. Thank You, Master, for allowing Your girls to play last night.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Dirty Shower.... (NSFW)
When I left Master to take a shower this morning, I was given a small task, to thing of Him with me with my hands bound behind my back. Here is the fantasy I had of Master and I in the shower. Written as if I were telling Master the fantasy.
After I undressed and removed my collar and jewelry, I pictured You coming up behind me and taking both of my wrists in Your hands, binding them behind my back. After You had finished, You stood back a moment, gazing at Your handiwork and all that is Yours. You made a little motion with Your hand, telling me to turn around and You gazed at my backside, which still bares the redness from my whipping last night, along with a small welt or two. Because I was not wearing my collar, You had left a length of rope free after binding my hands behind my back, You quickly undressed and led me into the shower by the rope.
Taking the shower head in Your hand, You used it to wet me down completely, head to toe, seeing my hair wet for the first time. You lay the rope leash over my shoulder to remind me it is still there and tell me that You don't expect to have to use it to keep me still when You would like me to be still, but You will if needed. You gently take the soap in Your hand and work it into a lather, telling me You want to really explore and take the time to see all that is Yours. You work the lather over my shoulders and neck, paying extra attention to the line where my collar usually is, kissing along the line as You use the shower head to rinse the soap, pointing it at my pussy when it is not being used.
When it comes time to soap my shoulders, You take the rope and let it dangle down, getting an idea, You put it between my legs so it splits my pussy lips, nestling in between them and every motion of my pelvis causes the rope to rub my clit. You keep the end of the rope in Your hand so You can vary the pressure on my lips and clit as You soap my collar bone and upper chest area. As You rinse each area, You kiss along it, savoring all that is Yours. You also have some fun pulling the rope, pulling my hands further down behind me, tighter against me.
You begin soaping my tummy and pelvic region, my hips trying to thrust out to You for Your attention, the rope rubbing my clit, You keep the tension as tight as You can while You are working down there. When You finish soaping my legs, You remove the rope for a moment and tweak my clit but otherwise You ignore my hungry, greedy pussy.
You untie my hands for a moment and move them to my front because You want to explore my back and don't want my hands in the way and tie them to the shower curtain rod so they are out of the way, above my head, and, because You liked the idea, You run another rope around my waist and run a rope between my legs again, spreading my pussy lips again. You begin to soap my back, again pointing the shower head between my legs when it is not in use, knowing how close I am from rubbing against the rope and the spray of the shower head.
When You get to my ass, You switch the water to cool and gently caress the redness, gently stroking the welts, fascinated by them, by the marks of your ownership I wear with pride. You trace them with Your finger and ask me if I enjoyed recieving them. When I answer yes, You say You will have to remember that.
When you are finished soaping me up and down, You turn me around, keeping my hands above my head, holding the rope that is between my legs, and begin to wash Yourself with me watching, but not able to touch. All I can do is thrust my hips out to You and beg to be taken. Before You can get too far into washing Yourself, You take another small length of rope and use it like a gag, closing it with a knot behind my head, the rope between my teeth, preventing me from speaking, from begging, and continue to wash Yourself, the tension in the rope varying as You wash different parts of Yourself with me stretched out, my hands still tied to the shower curtain.
When You finish, you point the shower head at my pussy again and tell me to enjoy it, knowing how close I am. Between the pressure of the rope against my lips and clit and the water, I am close to cumming quickly and do so.
You turn off the shower and begin to stroke yourself, keeping the rope between my legs tight. As Your cock begins to stiffen more, You stand on the side of the tub, putting Your cock by my face. You stroke Yourself to orgasm, giving my face a second shower as You cover my face with Your gift of cum, getting it in my hair, all over my face, dripping some on my tits. When You feel the last of Your orgasm move through You, You take the end of the rope and tie it to the loop of rope around my wasit, pulling it tight.
You step down off the side of the tub and leave me there, like I am, while You dry Yourself off and get dressed, then untie me and allow me a few minutes to clean Your now dried gift off my face and to get dressed....
After I undressed and removed my collar and jewelry, I pictured You coming up behind me and taking both of my wrists in Your hands, binding them behind my back. After You had finished, You stood back a moment, gazing at Your handiwork and all that is Yours. You made a little motion with Your hand, telling me to turn around and You gazed at my backside, which still bares the redness from my whipping last night, along with a small welt or two. Because I was not wearing my collar, You had left a length of rope free after binding my hands behind my back, You quickly undressed and led me into the shower by the rope.
Taking the shower head in Your hand, You used it to wet me down completely, head to toe, seeing my hair wet for the first time. You lay the rope leash over my shoulder to remind me it is still there and tell me that You don't expect to have to use it to keep me still when You would like me to be still, but You will if needed. You gently take the soap in Your hand and work it into a lather, telling me You want to really explore and take the time to see all that is Yours. You work the lather over my shoulders and neck, paying extra attention to the line where my collar usually is, kissing along the line as You use the shower head to rinse the soap, pointing it at my pussy when it is not being used.
When it comes time to soap my shoulders, You take the rope and let it dangle down, getting an idea, You put it between my legs so it splits my pussy lips, nestling in between them and every motion of my pelvis causes the rope to rub my clit. You keep the end of the rope in Your hand so You can vary the pressure on my lips and clit as You soap my collar bone and upper chest area. As You rinse each area, You kiss along it, savoring all that is Yours. You also have some fun pulling the rope, pulling my hands further down behind me, tighter against me.
You begin soaping my tummy and pelvic region, my hips trying to thrust out to You for Your attention, the rope rubbing my clit, You keep the tension as tight as You can while You are working down there. When You finish soaping my legs, You remove the rope for a moment and tweak my clit but otherwise You ignore my hungry, greedy pussy.
You untie my hands for a moment and move them to my front because You want to explore my back and don't want my hands in the way and tie them to the shower curtain rod so they are out of the way, above my head, and, because You liked the idea, You run another rope around my waist and run a rope between my legs again, spreading my pussy lips again. You begin to soap my back, again pointing the shower head between my legs when it is not in use, knowing how close I am from rubbing against the rope and the spray of the shower head.
When You get to my ass, You switch the water to cool and gently caress the redness, gently stroking the welts, fascinated by them, by the marks of your ownership I wear with pride. You trace them with Your finger and ask me if I enjoyed recieving them. When I answer yes, You say You will have to remember that.
When you are finished soaping me up and down, You turn me around, keeping my hands above my head, holding the rope that is between my legs, and begin to wash Yourself with me watching, but not able to touch. All I can do is thrust my hips out to You and beg to be taken. Before You can get too far into washing Yourself, You take another small length of rope and use it like a gag, closing it with a knot behind my head, the rope between my teeth, preventing me from speaking, from begging, and continue to wash Yourself, the tension in the rope varying as You wash different parts of Yourself with me stretched out, my hands still tied to the shower curtain.
When You finish, you point the shower head at my pussy again and tell me to enjoy it, knowing how close I am. Between the pressure of the rope against my lips and clit and the water, I am close to cumming quickly and do so.
You turn off the shower and begin to stroke yourself, keeping the rope between my legs tight. As Your cock begins to stiffen more, You stand on the side of the tub, putting Your cock by my face. You stroke Yourself to orgasm, giving my face a second shower as You cover my face with Your gift of cum, getting it in my hair, all over my face, dripping some on my tits. When You feel the last of Your orgasm move through You, You take the end of the rope and tie it to the loop of rope around my wasit, pulling it tight.
You step down off the side of the tub and leave me there, like I am, while You dry Yourself off and get dressed, then untie me and allow me a few minutes to clean Your now dried gift off my face and to get dressed....
Punnished and Whipped....
I have given a whipping before. In fact, BrightEyes loved when I had her bound and gagged and began to use the flogger on her smooth flesh. But, I have never felt the sting of the lash until last night. It was amazing! I was expecting to be paddled since Master knows how much I love that, but instead, He used His belt on my backside. But first, let me write about my punnishment and what I did wrong that master would punnish me.
Not much will earn a punnishment from Master, He likes His subbies to be well behaved and we are, for the most part. So when a transgression occures, it wil be delt with. This time, I avoided Master sexually without a good reason for several days. So I earned five slaps to the lower lips with the slapper (a mini paddle). I was on the edge of the bed, gloriously spread for Master, gagged but not bound or blindfolded. I recieved 5 slaps to my lower lips with Master's slapper. I knew Master would want me to count them, so I counted most of them through the gag. When Master was finished with my punnishment, He removed the gag from between my lips and I kissed the slapper, tasting a hint of my own juices on it's wooden paddle.
After a little head for Master, He flipped me over onto my hands and knees and told me to look ahead and not worry about what He was doing. I did as instructed and felt something stiff and leathery on my ass suddenly, caressing it. Before I could really know what it was, it was gone, and I heard it whooshing through the air, landing on my ass with a sharp crack. Oooh, the pain from it was exquisit! When I was able to think clearly again, I counted the lashes for Master, earning the last of them by sucking Him deep into my mouth. I recieved a total of six lashes from Master's belt, each more wonderful then the last. The first four He gave me standing behind me and the last two were with Him in my mouth, one to each cheek. The pleasure/pain combination was so intense and so wonderful that I almost orgasmed right there fromt eh feeling of the whip against my skin, but I knew Master would not liek me cumming without His permission, so I held off and enjoyed the feel of the leather cracking down on my backside. When Master was done, my ass was a nice shade of coke can red, warm, and stinging. It was amazingly wonderful to have the feeling of letting go to enjoy something like that!
I never understood that the sting of the belt could be so.... wonderful... Thank You Master for the experience and for expirimenting with Me. Thank You for giving me the ability to let go and enjoy the whipping. Thank you for being worthy of the trust it takes to allow someone to do that to me. I enjoyed it completely, Master.
Not much will earn a punnishment from Master, He likes His subbies to be well behaved and we are, for the most part. So when a transgression occures, it wil be delt with. This time, I avoided Master sexually without a good reason for several days. So I earned five slaps to the lower lips with the slapper (a mini paddle). I was on the edge of the bed, gloriously spread for Master, gagged but not bound or blindfolded. I recieved 5 slaps to my lower lips with Master's slapper. I knew Master would want me to count them, so I counted most of them through the gag. When Master was finished with my punnishment, He removed the gag from between my lips and I kissed the slapper, tasting a hint of my own juices on it's wooden paddle.
After a little head for Master, He flipped me over onto my hands and knees and told me to look ahead and not worry about what He was doing. I did as instructed and felt something stiff and leathery on my ass suddenly, caressing it. Before I could really know what it was, it was gone, and I heard it whooshing through the air, landing on my ass with a sharp crack. Oooh, the pain from it was exquisit! When I was able to think clearly again, I counted the lashes for Master, earning the last of them by sucking Him deep into my mouth. I recieved a total of six lashes from Master's belt, each more wonderful then the last. The first four He gave me standing behind me and the last two were with Him in my mouth, one to each cheek. The pleasure/pain combination was so intense and so wonderful that I almost orgasmed right there fromt eh feeling of the whip against my skin, but I knew Master would not liek me cumming without His permission, so I held off and enjoyed the feel of the leather cracking down on my backside. When Master was done, my ass was a nice shade of coke can red, warm, and stinging. It was amazingly wonderful to have the feeling of letting go to enjoy something like that!
I never understood that the sting of the belt could be so.... wonderful... Thank You Master for the experience and for expirimenting with Me. Thank You for giving me the ability to let go and enjoy the whipping. Thank you for being worthy of the trust it takes to allow someone to do that to me. I enjoyed it completely, Master.
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