connecting

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Sometimes i wonder why, at this time of my life, this slave has decided to blog. Something, until now i have had no desire to do. Then i think of how much my life has changed and, because of those changes, i have developed a need to connect, to communicate in some fashion with others. Those other persons who might understand how i have decided to live the rest of my life. Those other women who live as and call themselves slaves. Believe me, a few years ago i would never have conceived of giving up my "freedom" to be a slave to anyone for any reason. To give myself over to the will of another was unthinkable. It wasn't happening. Nope, not interested.

Up until a couple of years ago my life was fairly predictable. i was married in my twenties, had two children, back to school in my thirties, then a career that gave me satisfaction. With grown children, my husband and i had looked forward to retirement. Three years ago this month he died, and the course of my life changed.

Getting back to the original purpose of this entry, that is my interest in blogs and blogging. In my quest to find out as much as i could about "different loving", along with other sources of information, i started reading personal accounts of Master/slave relationships. I had to know if it could work, and if it could, how?

Without a doubt, i have read some amazing blogs written by diverse bloggers with compelling life stories to tell. What ties them all together, however, is their commitment to those they love. Such devotion to another is rare even in the best of circumstances, and often the challenges to that devotion could be daunting to those less determined. I have found that we slaves, above all else, are determined. We are determined to make each of our unique slave positions as self fulfilling and as satisfying to our Masters as possible.

Being a slave, however, is a lonely proposition. i think that's where blogging comes in, the connecting, the communicating. For me at least, i need to connect with others with similar ideas and behaviors. i need to know that there are others who are out there living life on their terms and conditions. . . .living and loving being slaves.

Inevitable

Open letter to me,

Don't expect your M/s relationship, or any other intimate relationship for that matter, to be tomorrow what it is today. In my observations, it seems that intense relationships over time will either be nonexistent or will have been altered to accommodate changes in conditions, attitudes, or abilities. In short, you can't escape the challenges of just existing and exploring the boundaries of your coupling. Without a doubt, you will discover that your Master is not always so masterful, and He will find out that his slave isn't always so blissful in her submission. In fact, in many cases, what is now an inconceivable situation may be just around the corner. You never know.

Please try to mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable changes to come, some wished for, some not. Try to consider, from time to time, what if. . . . . .?

Ah, The Cage

This slave had been in the cage twice before. Each of those times had been for punishment and correction. On those occasions, i protested and railed against the unfairness of it all. But, as always, slave eventually acquiesced and quietly descended to the cellar and the steel enclosure only to be released at His will.

This time, however, it was different. Yesterday i asked Master to put me in the cage. This slave has not figured out exactly why, but felt it was necessary. Wise Master agreed to let slave spend some time there. So, Master took slave's robe off, got a blanket from the closet, and proceeded to escort me downstairs to the cage. This slave crawled into the cage wearing collar, slippers, and clutching the blanket. Master locked the door and went back upstairs.

After awhile, Master came back to check on His slave and found His cunt, as He said, "gooey". He had me back up to the door. Master put His hand inside His cunt and began to stroke His property ever so gently at first, then increasing the pressure and pace until His slave came at His command. It was wonderful. Contented, this slave pulled the blanket around shoulders and slept for hours, waking when Master came downstair to announce that slave's daughter was on the phone.

Progress

Thank you George Bush for making a Barack Obama presidency possible.

About Nipples

Ever since i can remember i have been intrigued by pierced nipples. Whether in photos or drawings, my fascination with the look and symbolism of them has always been with me. From the very beginning, i knew that was what i wanted.

Oddly enough, shortly before meeting Master, i decided to take matters into my own hands and yield to my long held desire to have pierced nipples. On my travels to and from work, i had noticed a tattoo and piercing parlor and decided that i would have them done there, the question then became when. So one day in August two years ago, i determined now is as good a time as any since i wasn't getting any younger. Taking time during a lunch hour, i drove to that shop and timidly walking in the door and asked if there was someone available to pierce my nipples. i can tell you that my prospective piercer was somewhat unnerved not only by my being there, but also by my request for his services. Since i was anything but a hip young person, the kind that he had been use to as customers, the young man behind the counter seemed a bit hesitate in confirming that he was also one of the piercers. However, after seeing that nothing could dis sway this mature lady from her long held desire, he ushered me to the backroom, had me remove my bra and top, and proceeded to pierce both nipples. For me, the procedure was painful but not unbearable. In the end, it seemed to me that he was pleasantly surprised at how smoothly everything went, and i went back to work with two shiny 14 gage rings in my nipples, and some admiring glances as i left the parlor.

The Panties Issue

Ever since the beginning Master has required that slave wear no panties ever. He means never ever. On the few times i disobeyed (it's kind of hard to change habits of a lifetime), He has either torn or cut them from my body. In total surrender, after many attempts to change His mind, i have ceased to even consider wearing them. In fact, i've gotten quite use to going au natural and loving it.

Never Too Late

Would you believe that after marriage, motherhood, career, widowhood, and retirement that i would find myself a slave, a happy slave. But again this morning, as always, i'm awakened by the feel of squeezed, pulled, and twisted nipples. They have become so accustomed to this treatment that if for some reason it isn't done, they ache for Master's attention. i then wait patiently for the chain to be unlocked from around my neck and proceed to get on all fours for my wake up flogging. This is our routine, this is the beginning of our day and i love it.