In That Way of Masters

Of course for the first time in ever, He came and read my blog. Sent me a text telling me that He had, and that I sounded…whiney.


Well the fuck ! I AM …not exactly…not really…okay maybe a wee bit…WHINEY???


I wasn’t *whining* per se. I was explaining that I’ve found a place of contentment in my head because I’m tired of driving myself crazy with wanting more than I can get.

Whiney, He says.

Well, and if HE says, it must be so, right? (Though I still vehemently deny I was whining……)

I read the post again before sitting to write *this* response to His texts (that He’ll likely never read, but whatever.) and the only part that made me cringe a wee bit was when I said that it wasn’t really exciting except for 2% of the time….

because it isn’t that I meant that having Him for a Master isn’t exciting, but that 98% of my life is vanilla-swamped, and that 2%  represented the wee small percentage of my time to be with Him…which is woefully too short and definitely NOT enough time.

So Master, if You ever read *this* post, I hope You understand this:

1. I wasn’t whining.

2. I wish I had more time with you. Two percent of my time is NOT enough time even for someone who is…(progress to number 3, please…)

3. a greedy little slut who wants You, wants to be with You, wants to suck your cock, and rub your man nips (sorry but You know I do!), and be beaten resoundingly.  Except we could lose the fucking pink brush and I’d be a very happy submissive.

4. I wasn’t whining.



6 thoughts on “In That Way of Masters

    1. 😀

      it’s all good. He wasn’t mad–He almost never gets mad…but I’m not exactly sure what HE was. And it’s been ages since I’ve been in a funk…I’ve worked really hard to make sure that I’ve not had a “mood” with him in a while (ergo, “acceptance” post… 😀 )


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