My master is kind and understanding and generous. You might think that it's the love talking but I know. No onther boy comes close. He cuddles me when I'm sad, pets me when I feel small, and he tells me I matter. When he says it I can believe it. But from anyone else it's just more meaningless words that they think will get them something from me. No one really care but him. He takes the time to listen, and then he takes the time to talk to me.

You would think, wouldn't you, that if a person was given the loyalty that I give him. The loyalty of a dog that keeps coming back to lick it's master hand even just after it's been beaten, that he would start to abuse me. He would take out his frusration on me, his anger at whatever life has thrown at him. But he doesn't. He is always understanding and he never hits me, other then spanking that is, but we both enjoy that. I would take beatings from him if he felt I needed them, but I wouldn't hold the same respect for him.

He pushes me, don't get me wrong, but it's a good pushing. He pushes me to learn to accept more then I could, to do more to please him then I could. He pushes me to be better and I love him for it. He wants me to be happy. Who else would want that unless they were one of the good masters, there aren't many really good masters out there. For to many, power over another human corrupts them, twisst them until they aren't what they used to be. But he's different. he still cares, he still notices the little things that make me smile.
But even if he wasn't my master, even if he were a normal lover. He would still be better then any other out there. He's the kind of man that woman dream about, the hero that always saves the day, the one who always rides in to save the pretty girl in trouble. He's my hero, and he's good at it.

He knows just how to make me forget what I'm worrying about in a flood of wet heat. He can make me burn for him with a touch, a word, a look. When he wants he can make me burn for him, just by saying my name in that sexy tone of voice that tells me he wants to rip me apart slowly. He can turn a bad day into one of the best I've had in awhile jsut by saying something sweet and caring that shows me he loves me. My master knows just how to shove into me to make me scream with pleasure, or with pain. One as enjoyable as the other. He can make me catch my breath with tenderness or pant with arousal.

He completels me in every way possible, fills the emptyness inside me, so that I'm not cold and alone anymore. When he is with me I am whole and I love him for letting me feel that. I love him for his understanding, his ability to push me jsut right so that I get what he's saying, his magic touch that forces my body to obey him when my mind is gone from the pleasure he gives me. I love him completely, more then anyother. I will never stop loving him, never leave him. There is no one that could make me want to leave him. He is perfect.

 

Pet

Nicely done. i hope he reads this, as should others. you give an insightful look from your end.

 

*blushes* Thank you for the compliment, and thank you for your other comments on my things as well. It means alot that someone would take the time to read them other then my master or myself, and yes, he reads most everything I post.

 

great story hun i read most of your stuff your a great writer. sounds like master has a great girl

 

I found this incredibly touching and sweet. Your master is a most fortunate man, to have such a happy and devoted slave, and one so willing to declare her love, happiness and devotion so lovingly, and so poetically.

Fortunately, I know exactly how that feels to know a slave so loving and devoted as you *warmly smiling* and your words much remind me of that person, which is why I can relate to this lovely post, so well

Beautifully expressed and written, YP. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings, in such a way. It certainly brought back a flood of wonderful memories!

Wishing you and your master, many happy years of love and devotion, pleasure and pain - Fluffy McNoo.

 

My Slave

You people say I'm lucky for having a slave like her. That's not even close. So I'll tell you how it is.

My slave would never do anything she thought could hurt me. She would get put in jail before she let that happen. (She wouldn't die, because she knew that would hurt me even more) My slave is the type of girl that keeps me going. Without her, I would have died inside a long time ago.

No matter how rough a day I have, I always look forward to seeing her. When she talks to me, she can tell when I'm sad or angry and she does something special to cheer me up. She puts on a sexy outfit or rubs my shoulders while telling me how much she thought about me that day, in explicit detail.

She doesn't judge me, no matter what I do. She loves me blindly, and I think sometimes she exaggerates how much I turn her on, to make me feel better.

I love her. I would never leave her, as long as she never changed. Our two souls shall be entwined together for all of eternity. Not even death will part us.