waiting in the shadows.... longing gaze... brown-olive eyes showing the deep slavery to Master...

...not even glancing up.... breathing the air knowing your scent... knowing it because it is my will what scent your body carries...

.... open another window to this room slave..... scroll back to the beginning of the Party ... it will begin with the Entrance of The Master.. Sir Sparehawk.....

mmmm..... mmm..... nodding... . doing your will as my purpose in all life... mmmm..... deep breaths... opening another window to scroll...

... sliding my little hands in the pockets of my faded guess jeans... soft cashmire sweater cumming 2 inches above my belly button... hugging my dangerous curves.... dark eyes narrowed... wondering what the fuck you have on... arching a brow....

mmmm..... wearing button-fly levis... red and white candy cane striped longsleeve shirt with white collar... gray socks with blue and red diamonds... mocassin slippers and glasses.... mmmm..... soft breaths.... scrolling back now 250, 200 was not enough...

..... tilting my head... cutting my dark eyes to you.... watching your hands.... slow smile...

... You are directed to post your feelings watching Sir Sparehawk's darling and Sir Sparehawk....

beloved Master.... humbly presenting failure... my mac crashed, it is unable to scroll back in netscape more than about 100k.... i rebooted... i cannot view the scene with netscape on this computer...

bowing my head.... feeling the weight of failures... trying to go examine the file that may have been saved in my netscape cache, using a text editor... longing to serve your wil...

.... sighing.... i hate that fucking Mac computer .... dark eyes flash... hhhhhmmmm welllllll..... i was going to share a beautiful scene with you.... toooooo bad slave...

.... do not go examin anything.... come here....

.... edmund.... i wish you to clarify this statement....

Sat Feb 08 19:36:41 bdx5 * edmund said: bowing my head.... feeling the weight of failures... trying to go examine the file that may have been saved in my netscape cache, using a text editor... longing to serve your wil...

...slipping quiet through the door, the full sleeves of my shirt stirring the air, boots sounding out my steps, as I slowly move, half within and half without the shadows... eyes on Claudia, a thin smile on my lips....

bowing my head ashamed.... and seeing that the file is saved back to Sat Feb 08 15:57:38.... with some effort i could view after that point if and when it be your will... giving myself up completely to your will for i am slave... you are Master...

slipping in the door...
i am preparing that scene now, m'Lady, it should be posted soon...likely tommorrow

Master, i felt two failures... first, the failure to view the scene as you directed... second, my next post was to you as beloved Master... ashamed by my disobedience to you...

.. bowing my head respectful of you for you are worthy as The Beloved slave of Sir Sparehawk.... whispering.. Thank you sweet one....

.. edmund... you may view it tomorrow... cease fumbling with the files NOW....

nodding... yes, Master.... focusing entirely on you now...

.... again there is THAT word.... i wish you to clarify when i have EVER used the word Failure around you or allowed you to use it?.... you are directed to comment slave....

... smiling at You.... my slender fingers toying with the edge of my soft cashmire sweater... wanna share a drink... Sir..... dark eyes sparkle...

lips parting with wide eyes... oh Master..... you have Never used that word around me, you have Never called me a failure, you have Never allowed me to use it.... Master, i placed my will before yours by even thinking of it... i humbly present myself, my soul, all trusting you totally as Master, knowing that you care, you give what i need as your property.... i am never to punish your property, Master, and i discard that word as it is not your will and now i know i serve your will above all...

A drink?... truly I do not want to disturb your time with your slave, I only request your indulgence in allowing me to stay and watch... however if you wish to share a glass with me that would be most welcome.

.... so if i am to understand it... and if i search my mind... i Believe i once told you you were NOT allowed to use the word failure... that we Only experience lessons... is this true slave?.....

mmm..... my mind spinning.... focusing.... calling back times... oh Master... my memory is weak... i recall you speaking to me of lessons, yes.... and i Believe with all my heart and soul that you told me i am not allowed to use the word failure.... my faith is stronger than my memory... nodding gently.... yes, Master, it is true, it is the truth, and humbly now i accept with deep gratitude the lesson you have taught me here....

... oh no heavy scene tonight.... just hanging ..... but i am not pleased with my slave's use of a word i do not like.... in fact.. last count the word failure was used 6 times between us... what would you like to drink.... edmund... will Serve You Gracious Master.... decadent smile...

... walking over to you... looking up into your eyes.... trembling? ..... sssssssssssssslllllaavvveee..... .... toll just rose on the word count of failure... each time i hear the word failure ... i wince.. and tense up.. so i need a little pleasure to relax me.... do you have the assplug with you slave?

nodding yes.... stilling... eyes melting softly... yes, Master, i have the black assplug with me...

... counts up to ten slave... tsk tsk.. this word failure is NOT ever going to be Uttered by your slave lips again after tonight... oops that's another time failure was used... 11... and 12....

Then thank you... and a glass of Merlot would be most appreciated... I'm so pleased to have found you here this eve, and you too edmund, these weekends can be so.... well you know..... you know! But here it is, I'm sitting in the space, that is ours (julianna's and mine)..... to do with it as we will!

mmm... oh Master... yes, Master... never again, Master by my slave lips.... never in my slave heart... never, Master....

... smiling softly... little change of plans Sir... if You require a drink.. i will Graciously serve You... seems my slave has a fasination with the word.. failure.. so we are going to play a little game....

... you like games.. right ssssssllllave.... edmund.... drop your jeans... lube the assplug with tigerbalm.... and for each time the word failure is used you will fuck a stroke to your tight ass.... got it slave?

state the curent failure Toll count....

mmm.... yes, Master... mm.... getting out the plug and lube, opening it.... mmmm.... reading carefully... dropping jeans to my knees.... adding to the tally.... mmmm.... Master, the count is now 15...

the ass plug now lubed... breathing more quickly.... olive-brown eyes falling down into yours...

.... glancing down at you... watching you unbutton your 501 jeans.... pulling them down... the black assplug in your big man hand... smiling with casual observance.. thinking that you will remember the word failure for a long time.... and understand that failure is not a word i allow my slave to use.

mmmm..... jagged breaths... mmmm..... count is 17... .mmmm...... breathing... mmm....

.... insert it now slave.... and remember that failure is not in your vocuabulary as the tightness of your slave ass is penetrated with the black assplug.... ooohhh poor slave... going to have to settle into a nice fuck rythmn to catch up on the failure toll count... exquisite smile.... *winking* at you.... remembering some pics taken in a hotel room of a naughty slave fucking a black assplug... cupid lips making a pefect O.... fuck up slave.... we shall not have a lacking in this lesson in the improper use of the word failure.

mmmmm..... mmmmm.... plug in.... mmmmmmmmm...... mmmm....... 2 fucks in burning mmm..... melting beauty...mmmmm.... 20 total.... mmmmm...

mmmm.... eyes soft gazing up at you with deep longing, trust, submission... aching to please you.... thinking i have stroked twice, there are 18 more in the current count.... watching you for your direction of your slave property...

... dark eyes narrow.... i wish you to be more poetic slave.... i wish you to be more discriptive.... i do not wish a endless string of numbers in the failure count presented... i wish to know the depth of the fuck.. the angle .... i wish to know the thoughts on the word failure.. i trust that there is NOT a failure of understanding......

mmmm..... nodding as my soul begins the spiral into you... oh yes, MAster... mmmmm.... mreatching my slave hand back to your slave ass property... once greedy, now longing with all my soul to please by serving your will.... the plug in deeply, loose, warm.... tiger balm heat... mmmm.... deep breaths.... mmm.... 21 to reduce..... beginning to fuck the slave ass to work it down, tipping the plug at an slight angle to the front.... mmmm.... 20... 19... 18....

..... leaning forward in my chair... resting my elbows on my knees.. dark eyes reflective of you... on your knees.. fucking a pretty black assplug lubed with tigerbalm.... long hair framing my face.... whispering... sssllllaavveee.... you wished to use the word Failure... and now you are not using it... by you Choosing Not to use the word of punishment.. there is a lacking in my pleasure.... a failure in my happiness..... you are directed to speak your thoughts on this.

mmmm..... nmmmm...... slave ass melting in exquisite feelings... mmmm..... 3 more fucks, out to the rim, in all the way thrusting firmly, deeply, with the soul of slave giving to Master...

entering quietly..never being here before..eyes catching the scene..not wishing to disturb..standing just at the door...nodding respectfully to Kildare and ~*~Claudia~*~...

... arching my little feet up and down on my toes... keeping the rythmn of your ass fuck.... pleasant smile... dark eyes twinkling.. no failure in finding the perfect rythmn..... remember to breath slave.....

mmmm..... on my knees..... mmm..... longing gaze holding my slave ass tight with the plug in... mmmm.... oh Master... mmmm.... by not using the word failure, by bringing failure to your happiness, i feel incomplete, unwhole, not fully serving my purpose... mmmm.... Master, i ache longing to bring you all happiness and pleasure in serving your willl ...mmmm..... head spinning.. mmmm.... mmmmm.... 4 more fucks making it maybe 15.. mmmmm... spiraling into you...

wincing and smiling at your comments... And how you taunt him so....mmmmmm you are quite exquisite my Dear, quite exquisite! sipping my wine, watching edmund

mmmm.... nodding yes MAster.... mmmm... two more fucks deep in my slave ass. mmmm..... cock wet oozing... mmmm..... 2 more... mm... melting waves of pleasure given to you.... thinking 12...

... tilting my head.... dark eyes sparkling... Hello sweetest je§§amyne.... so good to see you..... you are not interruppting... my slave is just learning of the improper use of the word failure .... failure.. that is such a dismal word....

mmmm..... mmm.... mmmm.... failures melting into pleasure..mmm...,.. slave ass fucked... mmmm.... 3 more to ten.... mmmmm.... longing to please you above all... mmmmm....

mmmm.... no more dismal thoughts for me except what you direct.. mmmm... you own this mind, my soul, spirit, haunting every second of every hour of every day... mmmm..... mm.... 12 fucking failures.... mmmm..... 3 strokes deep... m.m.... low slave sounds....

... dark eyes *WIDE*.... why Sir.... i am not teasing.... i am merely... playing a game... my slave loves to play games... lush little smile.... and the best thing about playing games... is the rules can change at will..... decadent smile....

.... cease the long full fuck strokes slave.... and make quick jabs to catch up on the failure fuck toll....

mmmm....yes MAster... mmmm.... m... 4 quick jabs making the count... oh my... mmm... oh. .. mmmm.... i think... 5 failures... oh Master... mmmm... fast jabs of the plug to your slave asss property...

.... sweet smile.... dark eyes twinkling.... when you have caught up .... you are directed to go and get two icecubes... sssssssslllave.... keep the assplug in.. pants up... while you go to get the icecube....

mmmm.... squeezing tight holding it while typing... mmmm... eyes soft, gazing up in worship... mmmm... yes loving all games you play with me using me as your toy... mmmm.... no more failures... mmmm....... mmmm...... 4 more jabs.... mmmm... counting thinking 2...

mmmm.... oh yes. .. mmmm... oh yes Master... mmmm.... melting soul... mmmm... body warm.... two more quick fucks.... mmmm.....

mmmm.... bowing my head in reverence and joy... going now rt to get the two icecubes with the ass plug inside under my tight 501 jeans...

... leaning forward to pour You another glass of Merlot.... gentle smile.. Please forgive me in not noting sooner Your glass was empty.... a simply failure of focus.... dark eyes sparkle....

.. i have strong beliefs on the self esteem of a slave... a slave should be treasured.. and not allowed to belittle themselves... if punishment is due.. it is Decided upon by Master not slave.. and it should be dealt with and then learned from.... i will not have My slave using the word failure in relation to his actions or service.....

mmm..... joyfully returning with a cup containing two ice cubes... noticing my RT SO working on her journal as i ascend the stairs... mmm... my tight slave ass holding the plug inside feeling exquisite pleasure as i walk up two flights of stairs... kneeling before you, pants up, ready for your direction... gazing up with eyes soft in longing worship...

... glancing at my watch.. thinking their just might be a failure to Value the time of Master here.... hhhhhmmmmm.....

mmmm.... oh Master... mmm.... dropping my pants... fucking one more quick jab.... shaking my head gently.... valuing Your time above all my time...

.... one icecube in your ass... and write a little poem from the deep depths of you.. expressing your feelings on the joy that Master never allows you to experience Failure only offering oppurtunities to learn.

.... place the assplug away slave... out of site.... keep your ass tight.... Focus.... Breath..... hang with the so cold it's Hot pain...

mmmm... mmm.... mmm pushing the icecube up... mmmmm... deep breaths... mmmm..... holding it... exquisite pain/pleasure... stilling.... mmmm.....

Master is slave's owner,
Teacher, trainer, provider
Of all thoughts, all images,
All sacred words of living.
Master brings Joy! Joy
In the melting of all failures
like icecubes in my ass
Owned by Her, Joy in
Never being allowed failure,
Joy in the Spiritual pleasure of
Every opporunity for Learning...
i am a man of learning, a man
Learning in worship of Master
How beautiful Her wisdom is...
Feelings of spiritual pleasure
That last a lifetime filling my
Ass as my spirit and soul to the core...
Thank You, Master...

mmm./.... spiritual bliss... nodding yes with eyes melting into your exquisite touch, your caring for me.... hiding the ass plug.... the icecube now maybe melted, oh yes how exquisite it was... mmmmm... eyes cast up worshipping you...

.... leaning forward in my chair .... watching you.... whispering.... you are not allowed failure slave... it is not a option... gentle smile... because i respect you and the gift you give... we only have windows of enlightenment that bring about change...

.... you experienced the ice cube in punishment.. now lets do it in pleasure..... slide the second one in... and move your hips in fuck waves slave.... mmmmmmmmm throw your shoulders into it... experience the pleasure... feel your cock against the tight levi jeans... mmmmmmmm.... get there... get a little lost for Master....

mmmmm..... my whole body smiling as you whisper to me.... eyes glowing... facing glowing with the warmth of slavery in Master's exquisite care.... nodding gently.... mmm.... so deeply grateful for your respect, care, guidance, spiritual teaching.... lips parting softly feeilng the window of enlightenment from you as i longing begin to soar in spirit held by you...

mmmmmm..... fucking with pleasure as the second icecube goes in... mmmmm.... pleasure waves...... mmmmmm hips and shoulders rolling unto your will.... pan ts buttoned up my cock rolling against the seam.... mmmmmm..... faster to get lost as you direct....

...... mmmmmmmmm turning my focus to My slave edmund.... sliding down to my knees from the chair... wrapping my arms around my waist.... watching..... mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... listening to his sounds..... thinking little lessons learned... attitude adjustments..... mmmmmmmm..... Clamps on slave... under your shirt.. and then button your shirt up ...

.... leaning in close... sliding my little hands on your chest.. dark eyes sparkling... placing on the nipple clamps... listening to your draw in of breath.... slow southern smile... whispering.... wannna cum slave.... wannnnna shot hot white cum on the palm of your hand and beg to lick it off? ..... you are directed to answer that question ssssssssssslllllllaaavvveeee

mmmm..... mmmm.... pain in nipples now surging... mmmm.... mmm.... breathing... hreathing deeply with you... mmmmm..... mmmmm.... shirt buttoned.... pain melting now into the pleasure of your ownership of me... mmmm.....

feeling you place the clamps on me, next to me, listening, watching, knowing, owning... mmmmm... mmmm.... yes, Master... oh yes, Master.....

..... faster slave.... loose your breath... get really close but you better not cum. ..... dark eyes narrow..... listening to you move and breath.... twining my finger around the chain..... whispering... so slave..... hot or cold... which is your please.... which sensation did you find the most pleasureable.. the hot wax.. or the cold ice?

..... rocking back and forth ever so slowly... fluid rythmn... dark eyes locking to edmund's olive brown skies... my finger pulling softly but firmly on the clamp chain..... whispering.... what are you?

mmm..... rocking yearning to get close for you... mmmmm.... breathing fast... mmmm.... steaks of pain,.... mmmm.. melting... mmmmm...... mmmm.... intense pain... fumbling... mmmm... back again rocking.. mmmm..... thinking..... oh my... mmmm... the ice cubes felt so exquisite.... mmmm..... a big plug in my ass burning then glowing.... the wax has little sweet spots stinging melting.... Master.... i think the icecube was more pleasureable...

mmmm.... eyes locked tooyours... mmmm.... i am slave... clearly said...

.... my lush little bod mmmmmmmmmm getting into the vibe.... right slender shoulder dipping down a little giving a delicious view of my creamy clevage from the tight cashmire V neck sweater.... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm laying my head back tighting the twist of the chain on your clamps... making your nipples pull in together..... lush lips parting exquisitely... as i draw pain from you like water at a well of submissions flow

.... HEARING you... whispering to you.... ..... who am I?

mmm..... the clamps pulling in a little with the pulll ....mmm... glowing... mmmm..... yes .... mmmm.... rocking fast hot..... mmmm....

mmm.... oh yes... hearing you... mmmmm.... You are Master... mmm.... out loud breathy mmmm.....

..... leaning in whispering.... so low noone can hear but you and i.... dark eyes flashing.. long hair silk soft falling about my face.... whispering hard and urgent... you are slave.... you are MY slave... to be used at my Pleasure.... you are NOT allowed Failure... that word will NOT be used by you EVER again.... jerking off the clamps.. rising back to my chair....cum slave...

.... taking the clamps ... tightening my fingers around them... feeling the bite of metal against the softness of my palm.... glancing down.... listening to you..... breathing raggedly....

mmmmmm... .cumming hard... mmmm....

..... listening to the slave at my feet struggling and urgently seeking to reach orgasm...

mmmm...... mm.... soft sounds... mmm..... etyes gazing in worship.... nodding i will neve5r use that word ahain, Master,,,

.... gather the cum unto your fingertips... look at it.... beg for it.... ssssssssssllllaavvee.... beg to lick it up ......

mmm.... i beg you, Master, if it be your will, i beg you to plase let me lick up the hot cum.... for i do only your will, placing it above mine... eyes soft gazing up.... i beg you to please let me livk up the cum...

..... smiling softly leaning forward... slipping the nipple clamps in your shirt pocket... softly stroking your cheek..... wiping your long dark hair from your brow.... i know you won't ever use that word again.....

..... leaning in and whispering so fucking close to your lips you nearly shoot cum again at my nearness.... tsk tsk ssssssssllllaavvveee..... cum is a reward ..... so no ... you are not allowed to lick it up.... place it within your ass.... then in the middle of the night when you feel the aching of being assfucked you will know you have the cum you so desperately wanted in your mouth in your ass... and it will reinforce your lesson learned this night.

.... rising.... raising my lithe arms above my head.. arching my lower back mmmmmmmmmmmmmm breasts thrust forward... sttrreeetttccchhhiinnggg mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm soft sweater riding up to reveal taut tummy... and the edge of my brown velvet demi bra.... there was no failure in this little lesson learned.... lush little girl giggles.....

lips parted in longing as you come so close to me and whisper, your ownership seizing my soul through my lips.... nodding my head... grateful for your reinforcement of my lesson, for teaching me again about rewards and lessons.... reaching my left hand back to my ass, rolling it up and pressing the cum into my wet ass... pushing a few times to get as much in as i can... then pulling up my pants holding the ass tight... reading your words with deepest longing and worship.... nodding yes.... Thank You for reinforceing the lesson, Master....

.... gentle smile... reaching out my hand.... stroking your hair... sinking my fingers in... pulling your head back.... grinding my sex against your chin.... mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... using you for my pleasure..... listening to the quickening of your breath....

mmm.... head pressed back thrusing my chin out.... lips parted with quick breaths.,.. mmm.... holding my head out hard for you to use as you please.....

.... tight rounded ass hugged exquisitely by the soft faded guess jeans... makes delicious little fuck motions as i toss my long hair over my shoulder.... closing my dark eyes.... reaching my hand down over your nose and mouth... sealing it closed.... whispering.. shut your eyes slave.... use just your sense of hearing..... mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm my pretty pink nails sink into your skin.... i raise my little foot up and place it on your shoulder and catch a better ankle to gain pleasure using your chin against my sex....

dark olive-brown eyes soft in worship gazing up to your torso as you use me for your pleasure... mmm.... thrilled to be used to give you pleasure.... breath warm on your smoothness...

closing my eyes and feeling, listening, .... mmm.... hearing your girl sounds, the wet sounds of motion against my slightly rough chin, your ankle on my shoulder... mmm... thrilled to be used as your footstool and my chin as your pleasure post... stilling as you cover me and i hear and feel... my body used by you, owned by you...

.... i feel you struggle to breath.... your body trembling.... and i get off on it... on your aching hungry for lifes air.... my breathing gets ragged mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm softest sound girls make right before they cum.... i jerk your hair hard mmmmmmmmm oh fuck mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm and know that at that moment your lungs are ready to burst from lack of air... i rake my hand away from your nose and mouth... whispering as i cum.... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm breath mmmmmmmmm breath the fucking air I give you.... mmmmmmmmm my curved hips buck with a lush little aftershock.... mmmmmmmm..... i glance down and stroke your hair.... lightly pulling at the ends.... dark eyes smokey.... good slave..... good sssssllllaavvvveeeeeee

mmmm.... the breath falling out of me... heating insidie... strugglingyues... mmm... litlest breaths not filling me, spinning a little... mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm.mmmm..mfalling... falling.. breath.. hbreathh... nmmmm.... olh yues... jmmm..... breathing the aior, the life you give me... yes Master... mmmm.... mmm.... oh my... mmmmm... hearing feelijg pouring into my soul, my spinnighead......

... taking my little foot down from your shoulder... putting a little bowl of water on the floor under my chair.... whispering.. all fours slave....

as i sit back in the chair... drawing both my knees up... resting my small feet on your back..... sliding my right hand into my jeans... swirling my slender fingers.. gathering my peach girl cum... bringing it up and tracing it on my lips like lipgloss..... mmmmmmmmmm... mmmmmmmmmmmm..... lush

nodding gratefully as you place the bowl under your chair and direct me to all fours.... falling on hands and knees, ass thrust up, longing... below you with my eyes still closed listening and breathing the life's air you gift me...

.... lightly pressing my heels against your back.... whispering... good slave.... mmmmm such a good sssssssssllllave.......

mmmmm.... spiritual waves flowing as i head the sacred words from you melting me unto you... your heels pressing into my back reinforcing all that yo uhave taught me in the lesson tonight...

..... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... thinking that was the trick.... smiling big time... seeing you still have your eyes closed.... ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god that is a great feeling.... mmmmmmmmmmmmm wow.... i know that feeling.. going way sub that you remember every detail... and follow every directive to perfection.... mmmmmmmmmm good slave... good slave.... just keep them closed... describe your feelings of this session..... rt... you may rise from your knees... keep your eyes closed as you write.....

... sliding a little lower in the chair.... crossing my ankles on my slave's back.... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... open your eyes now.... take the nipple clamps from your pocket.. put them away.....

.. quietly singing to myself ....

.... and You.... can make it last... forever.... You.... can make it last.... Forever... You..... Forever You.. caught up in the pleasures of this world....journeyed from here to there and back again.. and in this old house i still can find a friend... mysterys not ready to reveal..... graceful swans of never .. tumble to the earth....

mmmm... oh Master... mmmm.... feelings are deep, spiritual, loniging to please you in every detail.... Master, i am touch typing... Master, i feel so deeply the importance of the lesson that you do not allow me to use that word, not to feel it... it is a strugle for me, Master, bt one made forever easier by your reinforcement, by teaching me that i can release and never say 8it again... never under any circumstances, rt or not...Master, the deepeset lesson is one you have taught again and again, that you are Master and i am slave, that i can trust you with my life.... as you held the breath from me just long enough and then gave it back to me, you used me for you rpleasure, that which i long for above all, to giv eyou pleasure in servife to your will... bowing my head... i learned again the deep importance of humility in service toaster, that it is arrogant and topping from the bottom to say thawhat i did, to act improperly under your direction... and i learned the wonder of your physical and spiritual gifts in the icecube, and in cumming hard for you... Master, i feel warm, car3ed for, hyumbler, better... warm smile... mmm.... i feel good, this is my place, your slave property forever...

mmmm..... worshipping eyes as you direct me further... nodding softly and placing away the nipple clamps... and soul floating in the awe, the beauty of the song that i know from the smashing pumpkins that you gifted me as my first rock cd...

oh my... mmmm.... breathing deeply as i read again the words of the song.... flowing right into me seizing me as you know.... mmm... the longing writ all across my slave face down below your feet on my back.... nodding softly as i feel phrase after phrase melt me...

.... lightly rubbing my little feet on your back.... stirring the scent of the apricot glycerine cream against your back.... whispering.... tomorrow..... wear a smear of the apricot glycerine on your lips.. put it on right when you wake up... do not lick it... just breath it.... feel it silky against your skin.... know the scent of Master.... and Know that you are a Treasured slave.... you are Respected and Cared for... you are my one and only slave.

mmm... feeling your feet rub gently on my back, the apricot scent wafting down across over the peach on my chin... oh Master.. mmm.... oh yes... thank you, Master... yes, silkiness, breath of life from you... the scent of Master on my lips... oh Master.. mm.... thank you for teaching me always to Know that you treasure, respect, care for me, that you own me and no other slave.... head bowed in worship as my ass thrusts further back, my back hard and straight for your use...

..... smiling... yes i love the smashing pumkins.... dark eyes twinkle.. thinking there needs to be some soft throws in here to wrap up in after a scene.. i will order some tomorrow as a gift for the Nest....

.... alright slave.. you are granted 3 more posts .. in this room... then go and write a thank you note to Sir Sparehawk.... stating your gratitude that you are able to experience the gift of public Dominantion. ... and also Sir Sparehawk's darling for the work she has done saving the scene that you will view tomorrow morning when you awaken here at the nest site.... sighing.... you are allowed to post in your room 15 minutes expressing your feelings on this session.. and then turn off the pc ... relieve yourself... clean up the tigerbalm.. three sips of water and to bed.... you know the position to sleep in.

mmmm..... deep breaths hearing your words... mmm.... how you always go straight into my soul.... feeling your touch work deeply into my soul, my spirit flowing under your feet, my body tingling now with a warm glow... reading your beautiful words, always beautiful, directing me... nodding in longing to please you... all ways... always...

gently lifting my shoulders to trail your feet down from your footstool, then leaning forward and raising up slowly, turning to stand before you, bowing deeply, my eyes showing the longing and slavery... turning to face the room and bowing again, respectfully, to Master Kildare, whose drink was served by my Master in my stead...

... good slave... mmmmmmmmmmm such a good sssssssssssllllaavveeee..... you pleased me with the earnest nature of your desire to learn .... i am grateful for your submission.... and proud to be your Master... i Enjoy using you...... slave

.... dark eyes lingering on edmund... soft smile... thinking submission is beautiful..

turning once more to face Master, the softness in my face and the intensity in my dark olive eyes showing to all the world that i am slave... lips parted... bowing my head, speaking low and soft, Thank You for allowing me to learn and to give you pleasure this evening, Master... feeling my eyes held by your for eternityh...

turning and walking directly to the exit... turning to bow respectfully once more to A/all... then going out to follow my other directions... ~gone~