As I look back on the time I have known my Master.. and all the times we came into each others presence, the sneaky games my Mistress played, the conversations at the fountain, I remember one thing. My Master has always been separate from me. He was always well spoken and honest, stern when needed, stronger when I was weak, honest to a fault, but always separate. As I reflect on the times we have spent and shared.. Ive noticed that wall has slowly been disintegrating.
I may of displeased him.. I may not be the perfect slave for him... yet. He has said that I need refining.. some fine tuning to better make me the slave be desires me to be. I never would of thought in a million years I would again kneel at the feet of a man and really be worried about such a thing. But when he said he would be working with me... I was scared shitless.. but also almost excited by the fact that he gives enough of a shit to want to change me for the better... to make me his perfect slave. His. Perfect. Slave.
He had been working long hours at his office. I know it seems corny but I missed just sitting there by the fire watching him work from his desk at the estate so I packed him up a little picnic lunch and I headed into the city towards his public offices. Everyone else was packing up for the day and heading back to their homes, their own women and families so when the last of them walked from within I slipped inside. My Master was hard at work as always so it took him a moment to realize me and my basket had arrived. He called me to him.. and you know me.. I always liked to give him a little show so I made my way over and knelt aside his chair. My Master has this way about him, and I have noticed more so since I have become his own slave, of starring right into the heart of you as you kneel before his feet. Its like... you could be covered in layers of thick concrete and he would still be able to read your core. Anyway he watched me.. and then we spoke. The details of his part are vague to me but its what happened after that that still kicks my ass. He cleared a place on his desk so I could set out his food. I placed the platters of meat and vegetables and biscuits out the way he liked, I was meticulous about the way everything looked.. right down to the two candles I placed on the desk and lit. I got his best wine from the cellar, I popped the cork and filled the finest of his goblets and then when I was finished.. I mearly knelt again out of his way. That's when the shit hit the breeze...
Please remind me to never hand my Master a goblet of wine without the proper offering. Suffice to say I will not be making that mistake again. I have never seen my Master angry in that way before.. His wrath is not pretty..
He ordered me to serve him properly.. he handed me the goblet.. I could tell my the tick of his lip he was contemplating dumping it on my head.. but instead handed it down to me and demanded proper service. At that moment I saw a light in green eyes I had never seen before... he was pissed. He stood there and watched me as I took the goblet and trailed it over my flesh in a visual offering until it touched my lips. His eyes narrowed then and I lowered my head to offer him the wine. He took it.. and set it aside.. and not a moment later his hand wrapped my wrist and I was on my feet and kissing the top of his desk.. all without spoiling the placement of his supper. It was then that he punished me. He was not gentle, and he did not hold back, he definately enforced upon me his dominion. When he was finished, and we both lay there me smashed below his weight on the desk top I knew.. the wall was down, he would have all of me... and I would have no choice but to tumble into his arms his willing and abject slave, a sponge for every single lesson he wished me to learn.. a reflection of all I would be taught.. moulded in his image and made new.
He is my Master... I am his slave... I think... no I know the more I am in his collar and the more I see behind that wall.. I know without a doubt he sees me... and I love him for that.
I may of displeased him.. I may not be the perfect slave for him... yet. He has said that I need refining.. some fine tuning to better make me the slave be desires me to be. I never would of thought in a million years I would again kneel at the feet of a man and really be worried about such a thing. But when he said he would be working with me... I was scared shitless.. but also almost excited by the fact that he gives enough of a shit to want to change me for the better... to make me his perfect slave. His. Perfect. Slave.
He had been working long hours at his office. I know it seems corny but I missed just sitting there by the fire watching him work from his desk at the estate so I packed him up a little picnic lunch and I headed into the city towards his public offices. Everyone else was packing up for the day and heading back to their homes, their own women and families so when the last of them walked from within I slipped inside. My Master was hard at work as always so it took him a moment to realize me and my basket had arrived. He called me to him.. and you know me.. I always liked to give him a little show so I made my way over and knelt aside his chair. My Master has this way about him, and I have noticed more so since I have become his own slave, of starring right into the heart of you as you kneel before his feet. Its like... you could be covered in layers of thick concrete and he would still be able to read your core. Anyway he watched me.. and then we spoke. The details of his part are vague to me but its what happened after that that still kicks my ass. He cleared a place on his desk so I could set out his food. I placed the platters of meat and vegetables and biscuits out the way he liked, I was meticulous about the way everything looked.. right down to the two candles I placed on the desk and lit. I got his best wine from the cellar, I popped the cork and filled the finest of his goblets and then when I was finished.. I mearly knelt again out of his way. That's when the shit hit the breeze...
Please remind me to never hand my Master a goblet of wine without the proper offering. Suffice to say I will not be making that mistake again. I have never seen my Master angry in that way before.. His wrath is not pretty..
He ordered me to serve him properly.. he handed me the goblet.. I could tell my the tick of his lip he was contemplating dumping it on my head.. but instead handed it down to me and demanded proper service. At that moment I saw a light in green eyes I had never seen before... he was pissed. He stood there and watched me as I took the goblet and trailed it over my flesh in a visual offering until it touched my lips. His eyes narrowed then and I lowered my head to offer him the wine. He took it.. and set it aside.. and not a moment later his hand wrapped my wrist and I was on my feet and kissing the top of his desk.. all without spoiling the placement of his supper. It was then that he punished me. He was not gentle, and he did not hold back, he definately enforced upon me his dominion. When he was finished, and we both lay there me smashed below his weight on the desk top I knew.. the wall was down, he would have all of me... and I would have no choice but to tumble into his arms his willing and abject slave, a sponge for every single lesson he wished me to learn.. a reflection of all I would be taught.. moulded in his image and made new.
He is my Master... I am his slave... I think... no I know the more I am in his collar and the more I see behind that wall.. I know without a doubt he sees me... and I love him for that.
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