We have a 3-day weekend coming up in the US.
I need it.
Time to rest.
Time to sleep.
Time to think.
Time to serve my Master.
Time to have time to serve my Master.
Time to yield further than a half hour permits.
It's not just a matter of how much he can do to me in 30 minutes, or 60 minutes, or more. How much he can take from me. How much I can do for him. It's how much he can transform me. How deeply I can sink into the world he creates within the walls of his ownership that shut out everything but him.
I almost used that Capitalize-the-Master protocol that I - that we - always avoid.
How deeply I can sink into the world he creates within the walls of his ownership that shut out everything but Him.
Nothing will exist but HIM.
He has a thing for green...
The longer I am with him at any one time, the more reality shifts.
A half hour.
Has it ever been an hour and a half?
Well yes, and longer, in a way,
in an odd way,
on an afternoon and into an evening...
I've never written about that here. It was an adventure.
We're now talking about another adventure. A bigger adventure. An adventure we had hoped would happen last year although there was very little chance it would. An adventure that just might happen this year... or maybe we are just talking about what we wish might happen this year if this thing came to pass that probably won't come to pass except that he gave me the dates when there is the slightest chance he would take me away with him and then teased me that now I wouldn't be able to think of anything else when in fact he didn't want me to be able to think of anything else so that I would rain fantasies into his Inbox of what I would do, what he would do, what we would do should he take me away with him and stash me in a hotel room for a night to be on hand and at cock and moaning beneath the flogger whenever he wanted to take advantage of my mind and my body and my service and my obedience.
For now, there is a 3-day weekend.
And he will visit this weekend.
And I will serve him this weekend.
And he will see what remains from the caning.
And I will return to that place
where nothing exists
but the world he creates
and I will yield