He now knows how easy I mark. This pleases Him. He loves knowing that it's not just Him who marks me. I also mark myself. When I can reach, I bite the soft part of my hand below my thumb. It is now swollen and black and blue. I wear this mark with pride, as I wear His.
He has agreed to put His initials on my back. He can't decide whether to use His fingernails to scratch them in, or if He should use a whip and mark me that way. I know what I'd prefer, but it's not my choice. I get to be tied to a Saint Andrew's cross and enjoy it. That should be enough for me. But I am willful. I hope He decides to use the whip. I will be gorgeous when He's done.
He loves me in tears and near collapse. When I can only take more because I have to. He loves that when I'm that close to my end, I look at Him in His eyes and tell Him that I love Him.
I told Him that I would like His initials on my inner thighs. Because I said it, it will be a long time before He grants my wish.
I am still in training. But I do know that I am His. I am very grateful.
25.10.08
23.10.08
Makes me happy
The other night I was on my hands and knees. My hands were tied to a table. I had clothespins on my nipples. The rest were running from the insides of my knees to my lips.
When He finally decided to fuck me, it was perfect. He got harder, and then harder, and then deeper.
He told me what I had never heard.
"I own you."
When He finally decided to fuck me, it was perfect. He got harder, and then harder, and then deeper.
He told me what I had never heard.
"I own you."
22.10.08
The First
The very first person I ever fucked is still a favorite. I knew him when I was younger. He was gorgeous, and attractive, and I knew he would be OK.
I chose him for those reasons. I didn't want to be a virgin anymore. Most of my friends were not. It is not easy to admit, but I did search for a man who I knew would be OK with being my first lover.
I believe I chose well. That night, the night I was first fucked, I went to his house. He had a case of Boone's Farm wine. We drank, and drank. Then we went to his couch to watch a movie. During that movie, I laid across him with my head in his lap. He touched me. He was gentle and sweet at first. It did not take long for him to start putting his hand down my chest. Even less time before he started unbuttoning my blouse. His roommate was in the room. I think his roommate ignored what he could see.
Once I was undressed from the top, his hand went down my pants. I remember that I groaned for him. Next we went to his room.
I was nervous. I laid down on his bed. He was not nervous. He came at me, from my feet up towards my mouth. He took off my clothes. I reached for his back to pull him close to me.
He entered me. I learned to twist my hips to take him in. He was not gentle. He wanted me. I wanted him. But this was my first time. I did my best to take him in as far as I could.
My first time, I came. He came too.
After, he went to shower. I was left in his bed. I did not know what to do. I got dressed. It was time to leave. I saw that I had bled on his bed. I felt bad. He had told me before that his parents bought him new sheets. I ruined them.
He and I still talk.
I chose him for those reasons. I didn't want to be a virgin anymore. Most of my friends were not. It is not easy to admit, but I did search for a man who I knew would be OK with being my first lover.
I believe I chose well. That night, the night I was first fucked, I went to his house. He had a case of Boone's Farm wine. We drank, and drank. Then we went to his couch to watch a movie. During that movie, I laid across him with my head in his lap. He touched me. He was gentle and sweet at first. It did not take long for him to start putting his hand down my chest. Even less time before he started unbuttoning my blouse. His roommate was in the room. I think his roommate ignored what he could see.
Once I was undressed from the top, his hand went down my pants. I remember that I groaned for him. Next we went to his room.
I was nervous. I laid down on his bed. He was not nervous. He came at me, from my feet up towards my mouth. He took off my clothes. I reached for his back to pull him close to me.
He entered me. I learned to twist my hips to take him in. He was not gentle. He wanted me. I wanted him. But this was my first time. I did my best to take him in as far as I could.
My first time, I came. He came too.
After, he went to shower. I was left in his bed. I did not know what to do. I got dressed. It was time to leave. I saw that I had bled on his bed. I felt bad. He had told me before that his parents bought him new sheets. I ruined them.
He and I still talk.
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