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Down at Master’s feet, I beg his permission to worship him. My heart misses a beat as I am allowed to worship freshly blacked boots with lips and tongue. My devotion reveals itself in this simple act.
My arms stretched before me, my hips resting against the side the bed, my legs trembling, and my ass ready for your administrations. Waiting to serve your needs at your leisure is maddening torture. My mind races with the question, "How will Master choose to use his slave this time?" Finally, (yes finally), you return. Your touch sends tremors through my body. Hand on my back, you stroke and tease. I know I will soon feel the sting. Strokes starting slowly and building as your hand meets flesh over and over again. Each stroke is an act of love. Each stroke builds the heat. Each stroke is harder than the last. Moaning and wriggling I am conflicted by the pain and the pleasure. My body yields to you, craving to go farther and deeper than ever before. Your body pushes into me as you put your weight into each stroke. Your fingers tangling in my hair as you pull my head up and back.
My loyalties are to my Master. He owns me body, heart, and soul. It is an honor to be allowed to kneel before him and submit to him. He teaches me every day what it is to love and be loved. He supports me in ways that I have never been supported before.
I am who I am. I have had the privilege of exploring with some incredible people with amazing talents. I am honored to have good friends, who I have a great deal of respect for. You know who you are. I am lucky to have them. I have learned to be careful about who I allow into my life.
Now that I have moved back to this side of the water, I look forward to spending more time with my friends. I look forward to attending more of the social events and meeting new people.
I am looking for another partner to explore with. I prefer to get to know people prior to any scenes. I am able to make decisions, but I will discuss them with my Master when appropriate.
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