His good girl

He walks in and I instinctually kneel at His feet. I look up to see His face because His approval means everything to me. He smiles and caresses my cheek, stroking my face as He tells me that He loves me. You would think that after all this time together it wouldn’t effect me this…

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Reflections of His slave

When I take a moment to reflect on my relationship with my Master I think of the words that every submissive or slave probably thinks of: protected, loved, cared for, owned… these words make me feel warm inside.  They cover me like a thick comforter on a cold day and I’m happy, in love, I…

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His

She stood before Him, her head low as she listened to Him speak of the day and their plans for the evening and the whole while she could only think of being in His arms. She closed her eyes and imagined Him pulling her to Him and she felt the warmth of His embrace. His…

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amira

I am the luckiest Dom alive.  I have what I consider to be the perfect girl (see any of My girl’s posts).  We have a lot in common- she loves pain, I love to give it; she loves to please her Master, I love to receive it; she will do anything I demand or ask,…

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