This morn­ing i asked Master if it could be gran­ted per­mis­sion to do my forty-five minutes of asscunt train­ing when i came home from work rather than in the early morn­ing. Masters response was hes­it­ant as He was con­cerned for His slaves body as i had just com­pleted thirty minutes yes­ter­day. Master inquired as to why i wished to pro­ceed with forty-five minutes rather than the sched­uled fif­teen and i explained to Master that Saturday i would be attend­ing the Sin City Birthday Bash and would have to com­plete train­ing in the morn­ing and i was con­cerned i would not wake early enough and would not com­plete the gift Master had given me. Master heard my request and gran­ted me permission.

This even­ing after return­ing home from work i imme­di­ately star­ted my train­ing. i con­fess, Masters asscunt was very sore and did not wish for the gift; how­ever, i per­seveered and slid the toy deep into Masters hole. i was more than uncom­fort­able, in fact i was in pain; how­ever, i asked for the right to do my train­ing on Friday and so i con­tin­ued until the the last minute ticked by. i wasted no time in remov­ing the toy and Masters asscunt felt imme­di­ate relief. i am grate­ful i only have fif­teen minutes of train­ing tomor­row and then Sunday i have off.

Even though it was pain­ful i reminded myself that this is a gift — a priv­iledge to have Master train­ing me, His slave.
i feel hon­oured to have His love and sup­port. Saturday i am going to be busy with little chance to get on the Internet. Expect my next post to be online by Sunday.

i feel like Daddy’s little girl — mak­ing Him so proud.

~Masters slave in training.

i filled Masters asscunt for the fourth time in a row, con­tinu­ing with O/our train­ing, only this time i used reverse psy­cho­logy on myself. In the past when i have par­ti­cip­ated in train­ing i am hes­it­ant and to my sur­prise, some­times even angry about it. i have, from time to time, battled intern­ally about the train­ing and i have real­ised this is not the right approach. On the contrary;i needed to make the train­ing not as access­ible to me, rather, i had to beg for it.

Yes, beg!

i need to crave the train­ing, to have the train­ing as a treat and not a chore. i always intern­al­ize my tasks as a chore; an activ­ity that i have to do rather than a gift which Master has gen­er­ously offered me. A gift i am for­tu­nate to receive.

The light­bulb went on and now i get it.

With this new found inform­a­tion, i refused to allow myself to train when i first wished to. i held back, watch­ing the clock slowly tick and with each passing minute i painted pic­tures in my (Master’s) mind: pic­tures of pleas­ing Master. i con­tin­ued my movie mont­age of erotic scene after erotic scene, main­tain­ing a run­ning dia­logue between myself and Master. The words i ima­gined Master whis­per­ing made Master’s cunt leak and i sud­denly became raven­ous for the train­ing. Even at this point, when my (Master’s) heart was thump­ing viol­ently and my (Master’s) legs were spread­ing wider and wider, i did not allow myself to to use the toy.

i teased Master’s body for thirty minutes until finally, des­per­ate and greedy, i sur­rendered to the gift Master has been giv­ing me all week and i slowly slid the crys­tal plug deep into His tight asscunt. i ima­gined Master glid­ing the toy deeper and deeper, His scent filling me, His words caress­ing me. The deeper i allowed myself to fall, the greater the pleas­ure from His plug.

i held His toy inside His asscunt for the entire thirty minutes and although there was still dis­com­fort the internal struggle no longer exis­ted. i was no longer torn between want­ing to please and being unhappy about the chore. Nay, now — now i wanted it — wanted His toy.

i feel as though i have made a H — U — G — E leap with my slave­hood and i am etern­ally grate­ful for my Master.

~Always, His grace.