Wednesday, February 20, 2013


I crawled to your feet today.  You patted my head as if I were a child, and sent me away, with love and kindness. 

Cruel Master.  Denying me your touch. I ache with need for you, for someone, anyone.  Would you give me leave to sate my desire? Shall I chose someone else?  Or would you choose for me? 

Ohhh... someone new.  A new playmate, a toy, a new playground for me to explore!  Would you like to watch, my Beloved? Instruct me how to please our new companion? Would you like to see my mouth open to receive another?  Watch as I spread my cunt open for the eyes of another... the cock of another?  Would I make you proud?  Would your cock swell with pride, knowing how my tongue would feel sliding up the length of his cock?  Or would you rather see me with another woman?  Watch as I lick the wetness from her pussy, suck on her clit and bring her screaming to orgasm?  To spank her, at your command, knowing the sting so well myself?  Would you let me come at all that night, or would you deny me yet further?

Sometimes, while you play with me, making my body hum and vibrate and explode, I imagine someone watching us through the window slats. I love the thought of someone being turned on by how well you play my body; having them be so captive they just stand there watching as we make each other come. Would you  let them watch quietly?  Would you invite them in to have their way with me; your plaything on loan?  I am excited and terrified by that thought. 

But tonight, denied, with the wind howling outside, I retreat to solitary pursuits. 

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