Posted by slaveish on Fri 19 Jul 02, 2:01 PM to slaveish's blog.
Late tomorrow night my beloved Master travels home from his holiday abroad and, much as im glad that he has had a well earned break i am so happy that he is coming back to his slave ish.
Master will arrive back in England during the early hours of sunday morning, and although im sure he will be shattered he has expressed a wish to meet with me later on that same morning for a couple of hours...Master has also instructed me to be wearing a skirt and blouse which means that we will certainly be doing more than just chatting..lol.
Even though we have been in constant touch by phone and text and a couple of mails its felt ( and still does feel)really horrid knowing that my Master is out of the country. I feel as though part of me is missing... i have a deep basic need to serve my Master and although part of me can still serve him while he is away by sending mails, finding interesting things online for him to read, staying in touch with him by phone etc i find i am missing the physical way of serving Master, i miss touching him, making him a coffee, feeling his strong hands so gentle yet so firm upon my skin.
Kneeling at my Masters feet is where i belong...giving myself up to him in total surrender...knowing that Master enjoys seeing me submit to him.
I can almost feel the kiss of the crop against my skin, the thud of the flogger hard upon my back and ass as i serve my Masters cock with my ready mouth. The tap tap of the cane as i squirm, cry out and feel myself getting aroused under Masters perfect touch. The stinging pain of the stinger...a lethal little flogger which looks innocent enough but can administer pain like red hot flames upon my body. The hated nipple clamps which can stop my giggles straight away and can get me on my knees begging for mercy faster than anything else.
Im missing the way my Master rubs the back of my neck
when we are out in public together and the way that
Master holds my hand so firmly, with such possesion and
yet so lovingly.
The piercing look in Masters eyes that tells of his
love for me and the wicked smile that tells me i can
look forward to some pain later on
The way that Master laughs at my shyness as he opens a
couple of extra buttons on my blouse when we are out
together and the way that he obviously takes such
delight in showing his slave ish off in public.
I could go on for ages...but at the end of the day it all boils down to the fact that i adore my Master and want him to hurry home to me so that once again i can be secure and safe in my rightful place where i belong...at his feet.
Edited Fri 19 Jul 02, 2:31 PM by slaveish
