No, that’s not what you think, actually, that “thank you, Master” up there in the title.
I know many of you that serve a Sir or Ma’am or Master must say “thank you *fill in the blank with your Dominant’s title*” and perhaps even “may I have another?”.
This is not that post.
Master doesn’t make me say thank you– He actually prefers to hear me curse Him, and say nasty words as He works me over. I never see when the blows are coming. He either blindfolds me or I stand with my nose on the wall and can’t see.
And okay, I close my eyes tight since I’m kind of a coward. Yes, even if I’m not wearing the blindfold.
Stop laughing. You’d do it too, I bet.
No, this is a very, very VERY big thank you to my Master, who is not making me write about an epic and totally embarrassing incident during our playtime. Thank You, Master, for not subjecting me to abject humiliation. (and yes, I’m still blushing)
I do also need to thank You, Master, for a truly awesome, and incredibly painful OTK spanking. You haven’t done that in a long while, and it is always a humbling and erotic event. And yes, I’m shifting in my seat from butt-cheek to butt-cheek as I write. The results of that spanking are still being felt today.
Is is wrong of me to say that I definitely didn’t ‘enjoy’ that game of ‘name the color of the implement’ even though I was amazingly good at it? I’m really glad I posted that header picture this week and have looked at it bunch of times, Master. And someday I’m going to write and tell Sir Wolf exactly what I think about that gift. Then again, maybe he won’t appreciate me calling him a “fucking bastard” the way You do.
Your aching and bruised and still very tired slut nilla