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.