4 Words

We were texting Sunday…just teasing dribs and drabs. I was in full-vanilla mode, busy as a one-armed paper hanger.

But He managed to stop me dead in my tracks, pulled me right out of that “v.m. mode” and into His world…(or rather, my place in His world). We’d been texting back and forth all morning. ย He’d been very Dommish today. (You subs will understand that remark!) There are many days when we’re kinda vanilla-esque (though He will tell you…He is always in Dom mode…He just varies the extent that He uses at any given time with/to/on me…).

See, I’d sent a semi-flippant response to a text He’d sent me. ย I was feeling a bit happy with myself over that remark. It was funny. It was smart-assy without being rude. It coasted right on the edge where I like to play. Myย remark was about wanting this particular thing that He’d mentioned…but definitely not in the way HE had said I would get it.

I was right in the middle of doing something, and I walked past my phone and figured ‘what the hell, I’ll see if the Master Man has written back to my smart-ass comment. Sure enough, He had. I opened it, read it. My focus narrowed to the four words on the screen in my hand. All else faded away.

The world tilted.

My pussy clenched, then grew wet. Not moist, not tingly.


not your choice anymore

There simply isn’t a better way to know that I’m owned.


13 thoughts on “4 Words

  1. Oh, oh-oh, Oh-OH!
    Methinks you’ve been told. ๐Ÿ™‚ That’s almost as good?/bad as hearing “Did you just say ‘no’?”
    You do realize that your next meeting is going to be very interesting.

    • Our next meeting will be….verrah interesting. Simultaneously, I can’t wait…and am nervous as HELL…there are all these new toys in my room just *waiting* for Him, you see….


      • Yup. ๐Ÿ™‚ All sorts of toys. And I have Wolf here teasing me about playing with the toy bag that I sent you pictures of. I keep wanting to hide Armageddon, but some how, I don’t think that will turn out like I want.

    • ๐Ÿ™‚

      yes…and sometimes? It’s just His voice that does it. The timbre. The pitch. or the growl…isn’t the soft growl something else?? ๐Ÿ™‚


    • *nodding vigorously*

      yup! (or, as they say in Maine…ayah!)

      He certainly can get 100 per cent of my attention in such a short time. Sometimes He can do it with a look…the one that makes you freeze like a wild rabbit when she sees the coyote licking his lips….



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