Long showers and nakedness

Stepping out of the shower slave quickly dries off and pokes her head out of the open bathroom door, Master is stretched out on the bed relaxing. "What would You like me to smell like Sir?" slave asks then quietly waits for His reply. After a few moments Master answers, with a soft "thank You Master" slave lotions thoroughly though she has to concentrate so she doesn't rush, then she sprays the matching scent.
Master kindly allows slave to take showers that are a little longer than she needs most of the time so once she is finished slave has been out of His collar for way too long.
her neck prickles uncomfortably and she feels frighteningly naked, checking Masters collar to be sure its cleaned properly slave places it in her mouth and crawls to Masters bedside.
slave kneels, collar in her hands as they rest upturned on her knees and she listens for a movement from Him as she tries to be still.

Waiting stretches into eternity as slave grown increasingly uncomfortable.

After what was probably a short time Master looks down at her and asks "are you ok slave, you look a little pale?"slave gives Him a pleading look and holds up His collar because she cannot speak past the lump in her throat. Masters expression becomes one of boyish innocence "oh you are still naked aren't you?" He exclaims looking terribly shocked. slave doesn't miss the devious twinkle in His eyes though or the hint of a smile at the corners of His mouth as Master enjoys her torment.

Holding out His hand Master takes His collar and relief floods through slave as she bows her head over His knee, pulling her hair to the side. Masters fingers brush her neck as He slides the cool leather around her neck. slave closes her eyes happily as the click of the lock sounds close to her ear and Master rests His hand on her head and pets her. Comforted slave whispers a wholehearted thank You and sinks to her knees, thinking about how privileged she is to serve such a wonderful Master. Life is good.

New Collar

Master recently ordered new collars and cuffs for His girls to wear, thank You Master!
slave has never had a set of cuffs to wear before and she really enjoys them. They are royal blue against a black base because Master likes slave in that color. The best part is that Masters collar locks! slave is tickled that she gets to wear His symbol of ownership locked around her neck and wrists *happy sigh*.

slave has been working on her 'graceful' movements, still. she has such difficulty remembering to be aware of her moments at all times, she will move nicely for a while but slave can never seem to quite make it habit. Speaking appropriately has also been a struggle lately, asking too many questions or phrasing things wrong. slave keeps working to better herself though she just wishes it felt like she was getting somewhere faster...

Life has been busy. Not chaos stressful busy but, busy enough that there is always something going on. So recently playtime has been limited and slave is itching for a good beating. That feeling where your skin gets extremely sensitive and any teasing nip or clawed squeeze causes breath to catch... where the switch in your head flips with a whispered command, from daily slave to formal mode. Dropping into a kneel with lowered eyes as the mind and body become alert and ready for the most subtle of commands... *anticipating*

slave recently had to stop talking to her last friend that said she accepted slave for who she was, it's sad really.
It's not that slave isn't allowed to talk to her, it's just that she doesn't understand slave anymore. You cannot be friends with someone who thinks you are nothing more than a freak, or some misled person in need of saving.... slave wishes she could find a little subbie/slave/pet friend to come over and visit. Someone to share stories and struggles with as they chatted on the floor at their Master's feet. Someone who would understand a hurried goodbye when Master snaps for slave and not get upset. Ahhh whats the saying? "If wishes were horses?" something like that....

Still here and still busy!

The past few times on the computer have been spent searching for information on becoming a better slave. she is working hard on self improvement, grace, discipline, attention to detail ... etc.
If anyone has a favorite website she would love to hear about it.

A quick update:
Master and slave recently got a new job, slave loves it. she is Masters assistant and the boss doesn't mind that slave always has on Masters collar.
T/they are very busy though but, life is good.

slave has a lovely dark purple bruise on her bottom from nine days ago! Since things have been so busy there has been little time for play... Master made a quick moment the other day.
He took slave out back in the dark and ordered her to present then beat her with a big stick.
Thank You Master!!!
It was so intense that slave had difficulty standing so Master allowed her to get down on all fours. Unfortunately slave knelt right in an ant pile because she moved forward of the place Master pointed at. she didn't even notice until after but, it was sooo very worth it!
That's today's news and slave will try to be on more *sheepish grin*

Back at home

Master and slave recently returned from a trip. Actually a drive all the way from central Florida to southeast Alaska.
It was wonderful!
slave was very privileged to get to spend so much time with Him as T/they drove 4,000 miles. T/they did so many fun things like kayaking and hiking. Master even took topless pictures of slave in Canada when He pulled over to let slave play in the woods. T/their two year anniversary was spent in a little inn on the side of 16 in Canada and it couldn't have been better.
slave showed Master as much as she could about the world that she loves so much though she seemed to amuse Him more than anything else with her bouncing joy. The best part of everything though was not the fresh, crisp air nor the whales and seals T/they watched feed, it wasn't even the perfect waterfall at the end of a hard, muddy hike. It was Master as He relaxed. Peaceful it seemed, even as He shook His head at an excited slave petting critter skins and collecting rocks*shy shrug*. Few worries are strong enough to hang on when the night in a city is quiet and you can see all the stars for miles, it was perfect. slave will cherish those memories forever.

Now home again more adjustments are being made, Master and w's last slave 'slave n' has moved back in to help w around the house. Which isn't terribly different because she was around for a while after this slave moved in though she left shortly after, they got along fine and worked well together. slave has no worries because her tasks are still her own, which is what matters to her aside from Masters happiness. The biggest change is that Master will be going back on the road next week.
Master hasn't yet decided if slave will join Him on the truck again or work here. slave is very anxious to know what will happen, she gets very distressed when away from Master and she is unable to serve Him but, she wants to help provide income as well. Of course Master knows best and will let slave know her job when He is ready though in the meantime slave is squirmy and uncertain inside. Trying so very hard to work on what she can as she waits, anticipating and dreading. Will Master be away with no one to see to His every need? Master does so much for so many He shouldn't have to make any sacrifices, it's just wrong....

Hard to understand...

Reading the blogs of other slave/pet/subbie's in her infrequent time on the computer slave is very surprised. It's hard for her to understand sometimes the way so many fight against themselves and their training. This slave makes many mistakes and has learned about some unwanted traits she has been changing within herself but, she is always eager to please Master.


slave hates it when she has an inappropriate thought of annoyance at a restriction or punishment and is always quick to banish it. slave is devastated to disappoint Master in any way and is always working on something, speech, posture, her walk, anything requiring discipline that Master has instructed her on. she does her best to always behave, learn and be the best slave that she can.


Don't think that she is weak in any way or that she can't make decisions, because she can. This slave is a very strong and resourceful woman who is also a good shot, loves to be outdoors, enjoys some lovely corny music and is a very determined little thing when somethings important to her. she gives Master her all and feels special when Master doe's things like take her out to eat, at any type of place and orders her food. He knows exactly what she likes and will usually allow her that. When slave gets peas or something a little against her taste, she knows that Master did it for some pleasure of His and that makes the torture worthwhile and enjoyable.



When she started feeling 'fluffy' (like a pet) here and there it took some sorting out. First she had to realize that Master was ok with and amused by it, and that it made her happy. Who cares about society's restrictions or being normal! If being a freak or weirdo means that this slave gets to be so perfectly happy, gets to feel more joy and love than she had even thought existed, well then what else can she say?


If the things that make this slave her are weird, freakish or offensive to you than go right ahead and call her your names. she'll just smile and think of being beaten to tears, choked on Masters cock, petted while told what a good slave she is and then curling up to sleep in the cage and chained at Masters side the night before, and giggle. her face will turn red, her pussy will squish and her heart will overflow with such love for her amazing Master. she'll look you dead in the eye and with pride and happiness say "why yes, i am a freak".


Don't ever let anyone make you feel ashamed of who you are.

New toys..

Master allowed slave to help Him build a cage the other day, pipe, wood and reinforced with re bar-it's VERY strong. He also built a dark box for w that is designed beautifully to allow air flow without any light, then made a handle for what He named Winston.

slave brought home this rubber strap piece from work that looked delightfully evil and presented it to Master while He was building things and asked for help making a handle that pleased Him. Master made a wooden handle then tested it's feel by striping slave's ass with a few strokes. He stopped quickly and eyed Winston, then slave, considering... and with a devious smile cut twin slits starting and ending an inch from each end.

slave cocked her head and gave Him a questioning look, slightly nervous since Winston had been evil the first time and wondered if she had been foolish to bring it home.

Master ordered slave into position and she quickly obeyed, growing a little scared. Master sensed that of course and paused just long enough for slave to start trembling fearfully then, brought the strap across her ass. slave barely had time to yelp before Master was steadily striping slave from knee's to shoulder's and she was quickly in tears, moaning and whimpering as her pussy dripped down her leg.

Within the first five strokes those slits allowed the strap to twist so that it was nothing but edges all twisted and harsh for every fall after that...

slave loved it! and hated it! It hurt! Painful, welting, cutting, vile, savage piece of construction junk! It's EVIL!

slave has a new favorite toy...

she happily sanded Winston's handle until it was fit for Masters hand, feeling her flaming flesh as she sat on the rough carpet.

Master has also changed slaves sleeping arrangement as well. No longer does she sleep beside His bed on a pallet, now she sleeps chained and caged.
Master leaves a bar out so that slave can crawl in and out as it pleases Him and when she is sent to bed, Master chains her to His bed through the bars.
slave can lay and sit when chained for bed, it's very restrictive, slave loves the new arrangement that Master has decided on.
It's getting late so slave will write more when she is allowed computer time again.
Is anyone still reading this? she doesn't post often...

Chandeliers and pincushions

Training, such a delightful thing.

Even more so when there is play involved *giggle*.

Master hung the swing beside His bed, almost above where slave sleeps on the pallet.

The other night He had slave fetch the clothespins then told her to climb up into the swing. Master adjusted her to His liking as slave spun just slightly, thinking of the last time she had been in the swing and enjoying Masters attentions, then she started falling. slave fell into that place, the one where the skin becomes so sensitive-touch, textures, heat, cold... The one where the mind slips downward into the super submissive place where there is nothing else but waiting to be of service. With nothing invading or disturbing the mind from her task, alert, anticipating, focused and ready, how lovely.

slave felt, really felt the rough fabric of the swing, she trembled when Masters fingers brushed against her skin. slave felt the hint of the chill breeze tickle across her body when the a/c kicked on and the heat of Master's breath as He leaned close. slave watched Him adoringly, focused so completely on what He was doing, His discipline amazing her.

With her height to His liking Master sat on the edge of the bed picking up the clothespins as He did, slave eyed them warily and Master flashed her a sadistic grin.

Master put them everywhere and handed some to w to place as well.

He was taking just long enough in between each, giving such pleased consideration to every one that slave would get nervous as He leaned forward to place them.

she enjoyed the little pains, knowing that they would only grow with time.

When He finished Master gave slave her drink so she could wet her mouth, then told slave not to spill it and to keep her legs apart as He removed them, then flicked one off. slave gave a surprised squeal and sloshed the drink, she had been expecting opening the clothespins to take them off, boy was she wrong!

After swatting a couple off of slave's body Master told her to pick each one she wanted off, one at a time. What torture! very bittersweet, slave alternated between the very painful and the not so much so she had time to regain some control of herself. slave strained to keep her legs open as tears streamed down her face, shaking with the effort of disciplining herself through the pain. she failed a few times and spilled some of the drink once, and each time Master would replace the most painful clothespin that had been removed.

By the time Master had finished slave was crying and quite relaxed, though He surprised slave again with His tongue against her tender pussy and she whimpered while arching closer. Enjoying the rare privilege that was both pleasure and pain *smile*.
Thank You Master