Madam P has many side projects going on at the moment, so she’s very busy. Soon spring will be here, and she’ll be preparing her garden and managing our half acre yard. In spite of everything else that Madam has on her plate, she finds time each and every day to give me her undivided attention for 20 or 30 minutes. Madam sets this time aside to spank me, humiliate me a little, and give me unbelievable screaming orgasms until I’m sobbing from the intensity of non-stop cumming. I’m so loved!
With everything that Madam has going on, I don’t want to be a burden on her time and attention. I love and appreciate that she takes time out of her busy day to love on me and remind me that I’m her property and that she expects sweetness, love and respect from me at all times. I’m feeling drawn to post short daily journal entries to let Madam know how I’m doing and so she knows from day to day what’s going on in my head that maybe I’m not talking about.
Madam took me to a spanking workshop Monday night. It was good. Though I don’t think that Madam learned anything she didn’t already know, but it was still fun to sit in a room with 40 or 50 other perverts and watch another pervert spanking a pretty little girl for a couple of hours. Of course Madam and I sat right in the middle of the front row.
Madam is realizing lately how much she really enjoys spanking. I mean, you know, I have this perfectly beautiful, perfectly round bubble butt; what’s not to love. Madam’s confidence is increasing on a daily basis as she skillfully administers pain and pleasure. She’s learning to read my body. She’s understanding more and more what the squeals and screams mean. She’s become expert at bringing me right to the edge of sobbing tears, and only pushing beyond into full on sobbing if she’s in the mood. But mostly it seems like Madam enjoys bringing me right to the edge of sobbing, and then pulling me back to giggles, and then bringing me to the edge of sobbing, and then pulling me back to giggles. Madam amazes me every day with her skill at taking me to the edge of my limits in pain and pleasure, testing what I can stand, pushing me a little bit further, and then pulling me back. It’s like she’s been doing this her whole life. Amazing!
I believe that what’s really happening is that Madam and I are so in love that Madam is simply reading me. I believe that Madam has become so intuitively attuned to me that she knows what I need when I need it and how much is too much. And I feel certain that Madam likes to push me a little bit past my limits just because she has so much fun listening to me scream and she really wants to make it clear that me and my needs/desires are not in charge; Madam’s needs and desires are and always will be what’s important in Madam’s household. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
All I want is to serve Madam P. I want to learn to be the best slave ever. I want Madam to feel spoiled and love at all times. I love being on my knees at Madam’s feet, kissing them, worshiping. I love the ease with which Madam simply decides she’s ready to enjoy spanking me for a while, that she wants to hear my screams. I love that Madam doesn’t ask if I’m busy, do I have a moment. She just says, “Take off your clothes and go kneel by the bed.” I might wait there for Madam for 10 minutes or for a couple hours. Either way, I simply wait there on my knees until Madam tells me it’s okay to do otherwise. And she’ll come in, spank me a while, tease me, spit in my mouth or in my face, remind me that I get to do the things that I do because it pleases her and for no other reason. And then she tells me I can carry on with my evening and she walks away.
I’ve searched my whole life for Madam P. I’m amazed and grateful that she found me. Life keeps getting better and better… there’s no place that I’d rather be in this whole wide world than where I am right here right now… Under Madam P’s complete control. I am blessed!
Missy
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