That distinctly musky, delicious aroma, which can only be found in the playrooms of gay circuit parties and in gyms across the country, lingered in the stitching. Inside the first package was a bottle of twelve-year Glenlivet, one of my favorite single malt whiskies. He knows what I like - sexually and otherwise - more than most people in my life, so his presents are always top-notch. We still go to the gym together, and today I consider him one of my closest friends. After we stopped playing sexually, we continued to go to the gym together and push each other to live healthier. Our relationship had started more than a year earlier with intense monthly BDSM play sessions. Two packages were in front of me on the coffee table. But first, he said, I should open my presents. i asked Master how he can stand to even be associated with somebody so pathetic like myself, and he simply said this is the way its meant to be, Master is a real man, far superior to me, much more of a person that i could ever hope to be, and i am his wallet, here to be used for his pleasure.Two years ago this month, I was sitting on the sofa in my Sir’s living room. he sees me for exactly what i am, a feeble weakling begging for guidance and control. i am simply a pathetic weak bitch who gets up every day and puts on the illusion for other people that i am a respectable human being, but, with Master i do not need to put up that facade. He then ordered me to pay of another receipt which i happily did without question. After paying i expressed to him how i need to be stripped of whatever makes me human, that i need to be his ATM and wallet, that i need to serve and obey him mindlessly. Master put me in such a submissive headspace this morning, ordering me to pay off a receipt for him. Any time i talk to Master i feel so weak, so pathetic, so eager for him, desperate to earn his approval. i explained to Master how he makes me feel. This morning Master used his power over me without hesitation. Thank you Master always for continuing to mold me into the object you desire to have. I am so glad he is here to show me what i am. Master has the power to take away something that was once about me and make it about him and i am MORE THAN HAPPY to comply and go along with it, because i know in my heart that this is the right thing to do. He has proven that time and time again, and today it resonated with me strongly. Master constantly amazes me in his ability to assert his dominance into aspects of my life. I have bought Master a gift from his wish list as well to do my part in celebrating this day. All money that i may receive on Master’s Wallet Day will be given to Master so that he can put it in his wallet and enjoy it however he would like. Master has renamed what was formerly my birthday, and repurposed it, to be about him and to celebrate him. Celebrating that he has an object in the world to do his bidding. the day actually has little to do with me and more to do with celebrating Master and his glory. More about the day i was brought into the world for the purpose of serving him. But Master ( ) has explained to me that my birthday was actually more about him. April 20th used to be about me, a day where I could be as selfish as I wanted to be and do anything i felt like. My birthday, which no longer exists, has now become Master’s Wallet Day.
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