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Last night, in a word? Phenomenal.

February 5th, 2010

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I keep playing it back over and over in my head.  But I’m missing huge pieces.  The only thing I remember is the moment we had.

Our moment.  It was amazing.  And I find myself at a loss for words when trying to describe it.

I know how hokey and sappy that sounds.  Believe me, I was shocked to see myself in this position, as well.  And I learned more about myself in a few minutes than I’ve known my whole life.

It started as it always does.  Master ordered me to find toys to play with.  Things to put in my pussy.  And it wasn’t long before I told Him that I wasn’t really interested in playing with my pussy.  That I wanted Him to beat me.  To mark me like He had a few weeks ago.

I expected a few cane strokes, harder than I can usually stand, on my breasts.  Nothing major.  Quick and painful.  So when He, instead, made me kneel in front of Him on the floor and hold them up for Him, and rained down a number of painful blows across the tops and the nipples, I was caught completely off guard.  I stayed mostly in place for Him, flinching and whimpering but not really trying to get away.

He told me to kiss His legs.  And it wasn’t long before I was pulling His socks off, on my own, and crouching down to kiss His feet.  That’s when He began beating my ass and back.  And when I switched to His other foot, He whipped the entire length of the right side of my back for… god, it seemed like forever.

I buck.  I fight.  I try to crawl away.  But with the slightest twitch of my body, Master would say, “Don’t move.”  And I would be still.

When He finished with the first set on the right side of my back, I immediately began kissing and licking His foot again.  I clung to His leg as if it were the only thing tethering me to this world.  And I worshiped the man who was beating me.  And then He started again.

I don’t know how many separate times Master went over that side of my back.  There don’t appear to be any bruises, but the brush of my sweater over the welts is rather painful.

I don’t know if He stopped because He was done or because I was.  But when He stopped, I pressed the side of my face in the crook between His foot and His ankle and just trembled, there, on the floor, holding on for dear life.


And I looked up at Him timidly, not sure of what He wanted from me.  I kneeled up and put my hands on His knees, my eyes searching His for approval.  And when He reached for me, I dove into His arms, wrapped both of mine around Him, buried my head in His chest and just sobbed.  This huge barrage of emotion overwhelmed me.  This feeling of relief and pride in myself and happiness and love.

He held me so gently.  He rocked me back and forth, and kissed my head and shoulders and lips.  He ran His hands gently over the welts, soothing them.  And He just held me.  Until I stopped crying.  Until I started talking again.  And then for awhile after that.

Master told me I was very good.  That He was extremely proud of me.  That I tried harder, last night, to be still and be good and just take what He wanted to give me than I have in ages.  And I was so happy.

Master told me He loved me.  And He showed me with how tenderly He brought me back to the real world.  And for once, He didn’t have to bring me back to Him.  I never left Him.  All there was, was Him.

Thank you, Master.  I love you more than words can say.

~pig whore

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  1. February 9th, 2010 at 00:08 | #1

    I love that picture of you. And it sounds like a fun night. 🙂
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  2. Camryn
    October 10th, 2013 at 21:30 | #2

    Aww. And ouch. But mostly aww. That sounds absolutely incredible. I can sort of imagine it, but at the same time I feel intrusive for trying. *blushes* I mean, I can picture what the two of you looked like as you clung to him, but the vibe of the room… It feels too personal, y’know?
    Thank you for sharing this. I miss my lover a little bit more now.

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