My Thoughts on Master

A few weeks ago, while skyping,  Master had ordered me to insert three ice cubes into my anus, put my plug in, and then I would begin using my vibrator. The goal was to feel "fuller". Unfortunately,  when I put the vibrator in, it didn't feel good for me at all. It was a pain, on my vaginal wall, that felt kind of like when you push on a bad bruise.

I continued for a minute, thinking the pain would go away, but it didn't. I needed to stop. I was so disappointed in myself that I had tears in my eyes. I thought I had displeased Master. He reassured me that everything was fine and that his goal is never to hurt me. In fact, he was about to stop me himself because of how much I was flinching. He began to try making me laugh, to not look so down. That a smile looked much better on my face than tears. We exchanged sweet words until we went to bed.

I wanted to write about this training session between Master and I because I want our readers to know how much our relationship extends beyond the realm of BDSM. Master truly cares for me. He doesn't want me to feel uncomfortable and if I don't want to do something, I have the freedom to say no. I am not his slave, I am his sub.

We are friends, first and foremost. Before we train while we skype, we always talk about our day, maybe say something that is on our minds. Sometimes we don't train at all, just talk for hours. At least once every time Master and I skype, I find myself just looking at him for a moment thinking, 'That's my Master, nobody else's'. I am so lucky to have found him. I know we'll have a life long friendship.