Greetings from Sir

Several nights ago I found myself very luckily in the possession something so very beautiful. I have my very own little slut. Megan. She isn't what I expected in a submissive, especially with how we met, or how things started. For a while, I was Her's. I worshipped Her. She dominated me. Degraded me. Allowed me to worship Her ass and Her feet whenever I wanted. Teased the fuck out of me and made me  beg to be denied. And then one day, we switched roles just kind of for fun. With her at My feet, it just feels right I guess.  I love the look she gives me as I stroke her cheek while she's kneeling between My legs like a good pet, on her knees, waiting for my command. She's such an eager little slut too, I love it.

Now, if you've read her post before this one, you already know about our little, distance problem but that doesn't seem to matter. We're making it work for us and that's what matters. Everything we do is safe, sane, and consensual.  We had a chat after she tattooed her slave number on her body about what I expect of her, and of this. Not only that, but we talked about what she expects of Me. It's nice to see that we were both on pretty much the same page. We expect the same things.

In a way, I think this is good for us. I'm usually the one not in control, and now I am. And Megan, well, I believe she's happy being my little whore. (She does love when I call her that). The road we're travelling together is a long one, full of ups and downs. It's a road that never really ends and a road that we will always be learning something on, but at least we aren't travelling alone.

If I could say one thing to her, it would be this. My sweet Megan, the gift you have given me is something I shall treasure and value the rest of my life. It is something that I will protect, nurture, and nourish. I will guide you with a gentle hand, and discipline you with a strict one when needed. You are my little whore. My sweet angel. My slut. And so much more. Thank you for the gift of your submission.

-Sir

Day As A Slave

Two nights ago, I finally marked myself as an owned slave. My slave register number is now permanently inked on my body. In a way, it's freeing. I belong totally and completely to this guy, to my Dom. I want it to be forever. I have this feeling in my heart that he's the one that I belong with. He worships and loves me. It's all I've ever wanted. He didn't come in the package that I thought he would, but I love all that he is. I love the fact that he gets my nerd jokes. I love him for his brain. But I also love him for his body. He doesn't have the traditional "hott" body, but it works for me. I never realized, until recently, that I was never truly attracted to the "hott" actors like Channing Tatum, and Ryan Gosling. Sure, I'd drool and make noises, but I never felt it -you know- down below. It was never all consuming lust, but, with my Daniel, it is. All the time. I just have to think about him and my panties get wet. And, when he says the things he says to me, I go up in flames. All I want is to be touching him. To be fucking him. For me to have to beg him to let me cum. He's all that I want in a man, and in a Dom. I love how he worships my body even when I'm feeling insecure and self-conscious. He finds me beautiful no matter what. The only thing is.... we have major distance issues.

What I mean about that is, well, one: we live in different countries, and two: different sides of the continent. He lives in Canada, and I live in Colorado, USA. Yeah, huge gap, but I think we're making it work. My only wish is that I could touch him. I want to actually kiss his lips, and brush my skin against his. Feel his breath against my neck. Look behind me and watch him as he whips me with my flogger. All I want is to be around him all the time.

I'm not sure what else I can say right now. I know it's a short post, but it is only the first one. He's waiting for me, and I can't wait to get back to him.