i just _had_ to make this statement:

Master _is_ always right.

Well, 99.9% of the time at least.

~His happy wrong slave

Today Master and i engaged in some online con­ver­sa­tion with two of my friends, who for pri­vacy pur­poses i will change, and it was to say the least an inter­est­ing experience.

i had gone on line to just hang out, some­thing i have not done in a very very long time. Although i do not believe i will ever be a true “onliner” again, i con­fess, it was fun to chat and flirt and just have fun. After con­vers­ing for some time with my two friends, Sir X and slave x, i noticed the time and wished to head off and call Master to wish Him good­night. As i was enjoy­ing the con­ver­sa­tion, and Sir X and slave x had asked about con­vers­ing with Master, i decided to ask Master if He would like to go online and chit chat. Master, always up for fun, agreed and i gave Him the address and away W/we went.

Interestingly though, as i gave Master the address, i began to giggle and feel but­ter­flies in my (His) tummy. Suddenly for whatever reason, i felt as though W/we were doing some­thing new and excit­ing. W/we were embark­ing on new ter­rit­ory, even though W/we met on a talker. As i sat at the talker, i giggled even more and once i saw Masters name appear i could not help but beam.

The online world is very dif­fer­ent from any other exper­i­ence. When i first was intro­duced to the world of talk­ers, i went to what are con­sidered “vanilla” talk­ers, (talk­ers that were based on G to PG rated material/conversations). Within a day or two a friend from col­lege intro­duced me to Adult Based talk­ers, the first in which i went to was called Crystal Palace, a BDSM talker. This talker was amaz­ing to me and i was blown away with the con­tent and fantasy in which that world offered. The first man i met was named, “Brandon”, and i imme­di­ately felt shy but lib­er­ated. Within hours i felt like a vet­eran; how­ever, after a few years had passed i real­ised just how “green” i was in the first couple of months of conversations.

As green as i was, i cer­tainly wasted no time in becom­ing a world class online whore. i felt like God; men and women wanted me and they sought me out. i played, flir­ted, teased and toyed with men and women. i had com­pet­i­tions with friends about how many men we could have cyber­sex with in an eight hour day of being online. (i believe my highest num­ber is some­where in the 60’s but i hon­estly can no longer remem­ber.) i cyber fucked every­one i wanted to whether they were male or female and i kept a dis­tance from each of them, not allow­ing much of my true self to be shared. i regret­fully con­fess that dur­ing my years of sexual aggres­sion, i did hurt peoples feel­ings; how­ever, i was always up front with what he and or she could expect from me. i held no ties to any­one and expec­ted the same for me. Throughout the dur­a­tion of my fuck­ing adven­ture i did come across two stalk­ers, who unfor­tu­nately i had trus­ted a little more than i should and had given out per­sonal inform­a­tion. Both of those stalk­ers actu­ally traveled across two coun­tries to seek me out and hunt me down. Fortunately the police were on top of it before any­thing could hap­pen and they both, were removed from my coun­try and not per­mit­ted to return ever again. (These incid­ences hap­pen years apart, you would think i would have learned my les­son the first time.)

i even­tu­ally took a break from the online world, approx­im­ately two years, but the lure of the online fantasy soon con­sumed me and once more i was back online. Throughout my four­teen years of online i have always tuned into my sub­missive state. Although there were times when i dom­in­ated men and women, truly my desire was to be con­trolled, owned, pos­sessed. i did find a few men who could stand up to me, but even them, at the end of the day, when i said no, they obeyed me. i wanted more, i wanted a man who would truly stand His ground; how­ever, i felt that would never happen.…

Until.…

Master came along. i first spoke with Master cas­u­ally on, yes Crystal Palace, but with the excep­tion of harm­less play­ful flirt­ing, noth­ing took place. Then one day, my sweet friend “t” told me to give Him a chance. i was not so cer­tain but fig­ur­ing i had noth­ing to lose, i said sure. Master and i star­ted to really con­verse while on MSN Messenger and that is where O/our romance star­ted. Master and i spoke for a long time before i agreed to con­vers­ing via tele­phone, but as the story goes, W/we ended up hap­pily ever after.

So, many of my faith­ful read­ers might be ask­ing why all this inform­a­tion? Because under­stand­ing O/our past explains my gid­di­ness and nervous­ness about being online today as W/we never really were and my online per­sona var­ies greatly from the slave girl i truly am. Online i am wild, sar­castic, aggress­ive, blunt and uncon­trolled. i have not had to “behave”, “obey”, or “serve” any­one online and i have enjoyed that free­dom. With that said though, i was excited to be online with my Master. i wanted to share O/our won­der­ful rela­tion­ship and to have people see how very much i love and am devoted to Him. i was extremely nervous though as for pro­tocol and expect­a­tions; how­ever, Master gave me none. All Master expec­ted was respect and for that i am grate­ful. i was hon­oured that Master would even join me online to speak with my friends and i wanted to make Him happy.

Flirting with Master online, kneel­ing at His feet, being close in the online world felt neat. Neat because this was another way i could express my slavery with Him while W/we are far apart. i was appre­hens­ive because i always con­sidered the online world to be fantasy and i did not want to make O/our rela­tion­ship fantasy at all. (Now it is import­ant to men­tion that the friends i made online, who i chat with through e-mail and on the phone were not rela­tion­ships of fantasy; just the pseudo sexual part­ners were fantasy.)

i believe i shocked my friends Sir X and slave x with how i greeted Master but Master and i are very play­ful with one another and although voice pro­tocol and respect are very import­ant, Master and i do not take O/ourselves too ser­i­ously: W/we are Master and slave but W/we are also fun, play­ful and relaxed with one another, (as long as respect is always there). At one point while online i wanted to demon­strate a deeper level of my slavery but i held back because i was uncer­tain as to how Master would feel with my demon­strat­ive slave feel­ings and beha­viours. Looking back i real­ise i should have merely asked Master if it would be okay, but once more, i was feel­ing nervous — on brand new territory.

i have a great deal of slave beha­viours that ache to be released and per­haps hav­ing some online time with Master might help me to show Him that. i know words on a screen are not at all the same as the phone and even more so not like being in per­son but it is a medium for me to show Him how devoted i am, how much i desire to give to Him; everything, always! my fears about being online though is that the fantasy part of the world will con­sume me. i am weak. i always have been. i like to flirt, i like to pre­tend and i love to be someone i am not. i do not like to dis­ap­point though, in fact i loathe it. i would never wish to take a fun moment and spoil it and i would never wish to say some­thing that i can not take back. i only ever want to make Master proud and i believe that being online, from time to time, might allow me to give to Master what i crave to give Him every­day: my (His) slavery.