Generally I do not write solely about another person’s feel­ings, per­spect­ives  and I am cer­tain that as this entry pro­gresses, I will diverge, ram­bling onto other top­ics. For now though I wish to dis­cuss flirt­ing. Flirting and my Master.  I have been aware of Master’s flir­ta­tious beha­viours since the first day we spoke. I knew he engaged in numer­ous con­ver­sa­tions with many women, all ran­ging from light flir­ta­tious banter to expli­cit, blunt sexual exchanges.  Regardless of his approach though, Master was and still is a walk­ing flirt machine.

Master enjoys sexu­ally stim­u­lated con­ver­sa­tions. He also enjoys con­trolling women and I believe in many ways he receives a slight energy boost each time he par­ti­cip­ates in any form of sexual debauch­ery, whether that hap­pens face to face, over the phone, or online, such as our twit­ter account.  If any­one has clicked on the link to our mas­terslaves account it is easy to read that Master can twist any word, any topic into some­thing sexual, even tea.  If I had to guess, I would say that tak­ing some­thing inno­cent, some­thing even neut­ral and some­how mak­ing it sound naughty, sexual and devi­ant actu­ally gives Master a thrill; in fact it must, for he con­tin­ues to do so at rapid speed.

My know­ledge of one of Master’s favour­ite pas­times seems to have been passed on to many of our read­ers for my e-mail inbox, along with our formspring.me accounts have wel­comed quite a few ques­tions and or state­ments regard­ing Master and his flirt­ing ways.  Although both of us have answered all inquir­ies, I wanted to take some time here to elab­or­ate on said topic and per­haps branch out onto a few other related subjects.

To begin I think it is import­ant to share that for 99% of the time I am not only com­fort­able with Master and his flirty ways, I enjoy it. I like to see how happy he is, the sparkle in his eyes, that wicked gleam that tells me there is so much more behind his thoughts. I also know that it gives him some innate pleas­ure, some­thing in his core feeds from such inter­ac­tions and I believe as long as no one is harmed by such actions that we should embrace them rather than hide from them.

Flirting is a means of com­mu­nic­at­ing in a man­ner which ignites our ima­gin­a­tion as well as con­fid­ence and neither should be avoided.  I have been told by numer­ous friends and fam­ily that I too am quite the flirt; how­ever, my means is not nearly as sexual as Master’s.  I believe it is because of my quieter expres­sions that I do have that 1% still linger­ing from time to time when I do not receive enjoy­ment from Master’s verbal exchanges.  There have been times when my eyes scanned the tweets pos­ted by  Master and his fol­low­ers and I felt the slight edge of a knife pierce me.  Often the reason why I feel a prickle is because I do not express sexu­al­ity, intim­ate sexual feel­ings with just any­one.  I do not share that part of myself with ran­dom people, people I do not know, people who do not know me.  I reserve such intim­acy, such expli­cit exchanges to be reserved for Master and Master alone and often do not under­stand why any­one would wish to exchange such intimacies with com­plete strangers.

Unlike Master I am a private per­son when it comes to sex.  I do not expose my thoughts, my desires with just any­one nor do I wish to be sexu­ally intim­ate with just any­one.  Master, on the other hand, does not con­sider sex or any­thing to do with sex to be private, in fact, if there ever was a topic open for con­ver­sa­tion with ran­dom folks, it is sex. He does not have the same rela­tion­ship to sex that I do.  For Master, a con­ver­sa­tion about sex is no dif­fer­ent than speak­ing about the weather or exchan­ging a recipe, it is not intim­ate. It is fun. It is play­ful. It is a means to be aroused and to have a good time. And so that brings me back to my 99% happy feel­ings for Master.  I have come to trust Master, to know that his flir­ta­tious, expli­cit com­ments are not ser­i­ous, do not hold weight, they are play­ful expres­sions which tit­il­late him, which make his day amus­ing and although I can not hear him as he is at work, I would say they most often cause him to chuckle.

I learned over this past week­end just how sexu­ally charged and motiv­ated Master is; how­ever, I also learned that even though sex is not neces­sar­ily an act or topic Master has an emo­tional con­nec­tion with, he does have an emo­tional con­nec­tion with me and there­fore there are cer­tain sexual expres­sions he shares with only me and that is all that mat­ters.  Master may flirt and dis­cuss sex and everything to do with it, with hun­dreds of women but at the end of the night he is with me and I know there are cer­tain things that only he and I share and that, inter­est­ingly enough, encour­ages me not to view sex with as much weight as I have con­di­tioned myself to.

I also had a light bulb moment while in the shower this morn­ing when I was think­ing of last night when Master fucked me.  With every thrust I felt pleas­ure, deep, internal pleas­ure and I was in awe, once again, at just how good it felt to have sex.  And it felt really, really good. So good in fact that had I not been so greedy to have him cum in my mouth I believe that would have been the very first time I would have wanted Master to fuck me all night, to simply fuck until he no longer could.  My memor­ies of the pre­vi­ous night made me real­ise that per­haps if sex had always been an enjoy­able act I would engage in more con­ver­sa­tions that revolve around sex.  I do not believe I would ever be as expli­cit or will­ing to share my intim­ate exchanges with just any­one; how­ever, I do believe I might just have par­ti­cip­ated in a few more con­ver­sa­tions through­out the years.  And I also believe that now that sex is fun I will most likely say one or two more things than I nor­mally would, heck I have even left one or two tweets on twit­ter.  With that said, I do not believe I will trans­form to such a degree that I am will­ing to engage in a sexu­ally expli­cit and detailed con­ver­sa­tion with a per­son I just met, if only because I would not want to know any sexual details about him/her.

I am open though to a few more con­ver­sa­tions, per­haps even flirt every now and then in a more sexu­ally adven­tur­ous nature, (as long as Master grants me per­mis­sion); how­ever, I appre­ci­ate my pri­vacy and keep­ing those moments, those intim­ate, sexual adven­tures between only a very small, very exclus­ive group and myself and I value my beha­viour, my choices.

I have often felt that Master and I speak a dif­fer­ent lan­guage. After think­ing it through I would have to say that I no longer believe that. We speak the same lan­guage, we merely have dif­fer­ent ways of express­ing it.

~His

(pho­to­graph cour­tesy of: Aston Mitchell)

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