Started writing this a few
months ago but never got around to finishing and publishing!!
Just to catch everyone up on recent events, I have now moved out
of home and am living three hours away from family, friends and my Master.
Which means that he and I don't get to play as often as we used to, but
our visit are much more full-on, making up for lost time.
So recently, my Master and I celebrated our one year anniversary
as a couple. He and a few of our friends came to visit. He came up a few
days before them for some playtime and i decided it would be more appropriate
to give him his present then then when everyone was around. And besides,
this gave us time to play with it.
We got home and had passionate sex as you could expect then I
fetched our new toy, a gorgeous black riding crop, from an actual horse supply
store.
He loved it and so did i, and we excitedly tried it out. Boy was it great!
The bite was incredible, the heat was only just bearable, and the
sting ache that remained long after contact?
Beautiful.
Oh and the welts that it leaves are absolutely remarkable. Gorgeous red raised welts that stay for
days. I love the reminder I get whenever
I sit, or brush my hand over them, or see them.
He loves
the way my body tenses before he brings it down on my arse or my back. He loves the way I react, how I jump, how I flinch
when I move, how my back arcs.
I hate
the anticipation, but in a strange way, it also makes me smile.
I love
hearing it whistle back through the air towards my soft ass, waiting patiently
for the strike. I love the sting. I love that when I cant take any more, and I crawl
away, or pull my legs up into the fetal position, the welts stretch and burn
even worse.
I love
that if I chicken out or if it gets too much for me, that He puts his arms
around me. He sets the crop aside and He
comforts me. He knows me, He knows my
limits and my pain threshold. And He
loves me.
***Sorry
that I haven’t been updating lately, everything has just been a little bit
hectic. Exams are coming up, but after
that, im a free woman (in one sense at
least). Hoping to post something soon
about being a brat of a babygirl to Daddy***
Ta guys,
stay safe.
His,
always.
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