i am so excited.

SO EXCITED!

i will have five won­der­ful days with my Master and i can not begin to express how excited i am. Master will be e-mailing a list of toys that i am to pack when W/we go away. There is a part of me that is gig­gling deep inside and another part of me that is, well, simply gig­gling out in the open. i can not con­tain it. i feel like a little girl who just won a trip in the toy store and i can pick any­thing to play­with. YAY for me. i am gush­ing with hap­pi­ness and i can not wait to wrap my arms around Master, kiss His beau­ti­ful lips and whis­per, “i am Yours Master. If it pleases You, take me away and play with Your cuntling”.

i am the luck­i­est girl ever!

Masters slave, always
xxoo

Prologue
Master, may i nego­ti­ate for three pumps, instead of four?

Friday April 20, 2007

i had left work with great enthu­si­asm know­ing i was head­ing down town to my new favour­ite store to pur­chase a toy for Master and myself. As i entered the store i imme­di­ately became shy, how­ever; as i star­ted to describe each toy to Master, i could feel Masters cunt become wet and i knew i was not going to leave the store without some­thing new to try. After look­ing around for approx­im­ately twenty minutes, Master and i picked the Deluxe Inflatable Wonder Plug.

The Deluxe Inflatable Wonder Plug is a black anal plug that Master can pump up (approx­im­ately twenty pumps is full capacity).

Later that same even­ing, Master guided me while on the tele­phone and i slid the new toy into His asscunt. Nervously i obeyed His com­mand and i began to inflate it.

And inflated it.
And inflated it.
And inflated it.
And inflated it.
And inflated it.

i wanted to love it. i wanted to embrace it with all my slave­ness but part of me ached from it. i rel­ished in the sen­sa­tion of being stuffed and i embraced the love i felt from Master as i stretched His hole and used it for His pleas­ure. But, i did not like that it hurt.

i remained stuffed for Master for as long as He required. The dull ache never dis­ap­peared, not even with Master giv­ing me the gift of mul­tiple orgasms. Everytime i came His asscunt twitched and con­stric­ted cre­at­ing a raw intens­ity that surged up through His asscunt all the way behind His navel.

The pain pushed me to please Master.
i did ask to deflate the plug.
i asked three times.
Master said no each time.

A part of me was furi­ous. Why was Master push­ing me so hard? Why was Master not hear­ing my pleas? i was try­ing to please Him and yet a part of me felt as though i was fail­ing because He was not allow­ing me to deflate the plug and there­fore i was not being strong enough. i quieted myself, push­ing my thoughts of insec­ur­ity to the very depths of my mind and focussed myself on all that Master was provid­ing me with.

i cli­maxed numer­ous times before Master sent me to bed. Each orgasm was power­ful and intense. And that intens­ity was cre­ated by both stuff­ing His asscunt and from the pain i felt due to being utterly plugged. The con­tra­dict­ory sen­sa­tion of all my emo­tions brought a flood of tears and i allowed them to flow — no hold­ing back.

i cried because Master gave me so much pleas­ure.
i cried because it hurt.
i cried because i felt as though i dis­ap­poin­ted Him …
… and myself.

But i was not discouraged.

A New Night.

i stuffed His asscunt again.
i inflated His asscunt again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Four pumps this time. Only Four.

There was a new set of sen­sa­tions. His asscunt was sens­it­ive hav­ing been used the night before and there­fore both the pleas­ure and the pain were heightened. The shivers were wild as they surged up through His asscunt, into His cunt and along each limb. i almost cli­maxed after push­ing the big black demon deep into Masters asscunt.

This new toy was a com­plex vixen and i soon real­ized i had a “hate/like” rela­tion­ship with it:

i hated that i liked it.
i liked that it gave me so much pleas­ure.
i hated that it hurt; that i had not adap­ted to its girth yet.

i did not cum that second stuff­ing. i pumped the toy four times, felt His asscunt muscles stretch and pull and then i released the pump and curled into bed think­ing of my Master and his well used toy.

Epilogue.
No. No Master? No. Six Times, not four. Six Master?! Six. And you know you should not be nego­ti­at­ing this.

i did not want to pump the plug six times. The pre­vi­ous even­ing of four pumps was chal­len­ing enough. Why was Master demand­ing this of me? As i thought of inflat­ing that black plug, i could feel His asscunt con­strict­ing and then releas­ing over and over again. As i sat down on the skytrain bench i sud­denly imaged His asscunt com­pletely stuffed, the toy push­ing deep inside me, vibrat­ing and stretch­ing Masters tight hole. What a bizarre real­iz­a­tion; men­tally i trembled about plug­ging His hole and yet in the same thought, i wanted it. The vibra­tions of the skytrain com­bined with the wicked thoughts caused Masters cunt to drip.

Later that even­ing i glee­fully obeyed Masters request and i slipped His toy inside His greedy fuck­hole. i con­fess it hurt. His asscunt was tender from being loved the pre­vi­ous two even­ings; how­ever, the pain actu­ally melted me because i knew i was pleas­ing Master by fol­low­ing His orders.

i took a deep breath as i squeezed the pump.

one
two
three
four
five
six

And i embraced the pain and sud­denly, the pain was less. And less. And less. And then pleas­ure.

i did not cum that night but i was float­ing as i felt wrapped in a bubble of Masters love. i real­ized as i was drift­ing to sleep that Master pushes me so that i grow and open myself to lessen my inhib­i­tions and accept the slave that i am. i feel for­tu­nate to have a Master who under­stands me — who can see past my insec­ur­it­ies and doubts — and instead see the strength in me that He treas­ures and respects.

This has been a monu­mental exper­i­ence as i have learned to have more faith in myself and my capabilities.

i love You Master.

Your slave, always
xxoo