A GOOD DOMINANT

Saw this and just felt like sharing:

Two Pets Play With Mistress

Every Thursday I try to set aside and keep clear for my Peter. It's always been that way for us. But I had the unexpected happen on this Thursday night. For one thing, didn't see Peter waiting for me right away. Maybe recording distracted me. When I did finally see he was there waiting for me, and almost as soon as I said hello, my bff dropped me a line to say Good morning. He's been away on holiday a few days spending quality time focusing on the One that matters the most - his gf. Peter patiently allowed me reply to his messages. Then I turned my attention back to Peter.

Then to my surprise, my Italian Pet came to greet me with a good morning. I hadn't talked to my pet in a week or more. I also hadn't talked very much lately to Peter. I felt a bit torn.

In an effort to spend time with them both, I decided to talk to them both. The Mistress decided to play with her pets at the same time. Commanding their arousal, my pets obeyed. My good pets came for their Mistress. Good pets, you both pleased your Mistress tonight. <3

My Master's Pet

My Master's Pet

Just waking up from  a deep one I'm able to remember. Before going under for my master this evening, and very early in the day before it was morning, master came to see me. We hadn't talked since he's been home. And not even really when he talked to me on the phone on Thursday night. Because Thursday night was purely training, and not talking. I had much I wanted to talk with him about that night but it would have to wait. He trained me that whole evening.After the training was over, I still had much discord in my mind. I was restless.And felt that way since then. Until early this morning. As master talked, he expressed that he realized how this "slave" thing was making me unhappy, and that we would talk about later at night. So night came, and we spoke. Master finally listening was comforting. Knowing he heard me out, and actually listened and contemplated what I was wanting, felt really good. He cared. I had for days felt it was going in a bad direction. He turned that around tonight as he took me under. I slipped so very deep, probably because my mind could stop worrying and finally relax. It felt the feeling of deep trance turn into what felt like "deeply controlled". Master wasn't fully aware that his trance had me in that transfixed sensation. I really felt the need to obey. But not because he was commanding me to feel it. Not because he was suggesting it in trance. It was there. Maybe because he was being the master he used to be to me, that I felt that obedience come back again. Could be. Can't be sure. I've been reaching deeper states of trance that make me feel a bit trapped in my mind and so controllable. So maybe it's not Master who made me feel that way. Either way, it's what I felt. I woke up feeling my head was still asleep, but feeling good all over. Felt even better knowing I was my master's pet again. Thank you Master for taking care of your Pet.. 

SUB-CULTURE

The past days have been a mix of good and not so good but things have calmed down around me enough that I can enjoy some music. This is an old favorite:

NEW ORDER - "SUB-CULTURE" 

I like walking in the park when it gets late at night
I move 'round in the dark and leave when it gets light
I sit around by day tied up in chains so tight
These crazy words of mine so wrong they could be right

What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit it's got to hurt you a little bit

I like talking in my sleep when people work so hard
They need what they can't keep a choice that leaves them scarred
A view without a room unveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes down you've lost what you have found

What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit it's got to hurt you a little bit

What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit it's got to hurt you a little bit

What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit it's got to hurt you a little bit

What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone

Venting

Back a few blogs ago I mentioned that my master had taken a trip just before his birthday. He was due to be back home the day just before he turned 22. I had wanted to tell him Happy Birthday when it hit midnight. He surprised me on my birthday this year when he came to see me just to tell me Happy Birthday when it turned midnight. But he did wasn't around, so it seemed.

Master's birthday is August 12th. So it was August 11th before midnight I sent him the message saying "I know you're probably not home yet but I wanted to tell you happy birthday."

To my surprise, he was at the desk.
"Thanks Slave."

So he was home.

He was checking messages and he did say he had read my latest blogs.

But..
"Unfortunately I need to hit the hay."

He was away for almost 4 days. I wanted more time, after all I did miss him while he was away. But as he was tired. I didn't complain.

Me:        "Alright master."

Master:  "I just finished up checking all my emails and I am really tired."

Me:        "Get your rest."

Master:  "I do want to talk tomorrow night though Slave. I trust you can make yourself available?"

Me:       " I will keep the night free for you. Yes sir most definitely. I look forward to it."

Master:   "Good Slave. Good Night and Sweet Dreams."

Me:        "Good night master. See you tomorrow."


August 12th - Master's Birthday

The night before master had told me to be free for him for tonight, on his birthday. I kept myself available as he asked. I was sure he really intended to come see me after the way he told me to make sure that I was. It got later and later. He didn't come. He didn't message. This is what they call being stood up. But I didn't allow it to bother me. It was his birthday. I just hoped he where ever he was, that he was having a  good time. I just wanted him to enjoy his birthday. That's what mattered to me.

August 13th - The day after master's birthday

The very next day I was expecting him to email me or message me saying sorry for not showing. But nothing. No message, no email. It was late evening once again. Another day about to end with him not coming by, and with him not trying to contact me. It takes one minute just to send me a message. Couldn't he have taken one minute to try?

Starting to wonder what's up, I sent him the message "Still not coming by?" Again, he was at the desk after all. Again, I was available, but he wasn't trying to contact me. He waited until I sent that message for him to respond with "Hey Slave." I know I was available. He could see I was. So why wan't he trying? Especially knowing he stood me up the night before. I didn't ask him why he left me hanging the night before, and I didn't ask him why he wasn't trying to message me to explain.

We spent some time talking. He told me how his trip was.

The night before his birthday, I had written him that birthday email. But he hadn't even acknowledged it. Not with a reply, not with him mentioning it while were talking right then. I had to ask.

"Did you get my email?"

He said yes. Oh so he did get it but didn't say anything about having read it. I had written him a sweet birthday message and he didn't acknowledge it. Maybe he didn't appreciate it. I felt my spirit drop a little.  He got my email but didn't saying more than "yes" that he got it. No thank you, no comment.This was a let down.

I then said "it may not be much, but I did think of you".

His next words made my heart melt, and made me forget for the moment he had missed our date the night before. "No that is all I could ever ask for that you are thinking of me."

Sweet.

I went on.
"Myself, I've always appreciated the gifts that money doesn't so much buy. I am a simple girl. I don't ask for much. And it doesn't take much to make me smile with a gift given from the heart and not the pocket."

He said that was sweet. But he needed to rest up. So he wished me sweet dreams and a good night. He at least spent 10 minutes talking to me.

August 14th

I hadn't forgotten how he didn't show the other night. And the day after, he was there still too tired for me and only talked for about 10 minutes. So on this night, I thought, he would want to make up for not being there the other night and for nothing being around in general. I saw him online, just for moment. I was green light and available all night. When I saw him online, I soon saw his green light go dark. He was online then disappeared. I see. And again, he wasn't writing. He didn't try to message me. If he had something else he was doing, or some other slave he was playing with, it's just courteous to send a quick message to say something. It's having manners. It's being polite. It's having courtesy for his "pet". I knew him calling me a Slave wasn't  a good thing. Now, maybe in calling me "Slave" he now felt he did not need to try.


And now as I write this, he is messaging me. Gotta go.

Happy Birthday Master

To my Master on his 22nd Birthday

22 years is a long time. It amazes me to be able to think that far back. To remember what I was like and how things used to be in the world. In August of 1992, I was just 13 and starting my first year of high school. I was getting ready to go to school with the big kids. Just a girl having sleep overs all summer. Playing with kids on the street. Pretending we were a music group and I was the lead singer.
Playing poker all night long with a best friend when she spent the night. Playing pranks on each other when she did.

Growing from a training bra to the real thing. Learning to flirt. Getting my first big crush when a high school senior. Me and my friends hanging out and listening to music. Hip hop and rap was big that year and grudge was starting to emerge with bands like Nirvana and Pearl Jam. 

Music by Sir Mix-a-Lot and Bel Biv Devoe were more popular in Cali. In fact any one around me, when I ask them do they remember 1992, they all remember Bel Biv Devoe was hot that year. So that was what was going on around me that August when you were born. The world is so different since you’ve been in it. And I’m so different since you’ve been in my world. Thank you for being in it.

With much love and appreciation -

Happy Birthday Master


- Pet xoxo

MY MASTER'S NEW SLAVE

MY MASTER'S NEW SLAVE

I wanted to take a moment to write about someone very close to me. Someone I'm very fond of. She has been a good friend of mines from the moment that we met. At the time, she was just an acquaintance, a friend of my Master. He introduced me to her. She was just so warm and friendly. I reciprocated her friendliness. However, I'll admit I had some reservations. I had just started to develop strong feelings for my master. I was his favorite toy, his one and only property. His one and only pet. 

When he mentioned her to me, I felt myself wanting to be territorial of him. I did not like hearing Master spending time with another woman. He certainly did once or twice mention talking to her, just to make me jealous. It made him slightly amused that he could drive my temper up knowing that I was jealous of another woman spending time with him. At least it was evidence to him that he meant something to me.  

Any reservations I had for this young lady, soon melted quickly. It is hard to not like this girl. She has always been so forward and friendly. She reminded me of myself. Sharing and caring. Being so open and honest. Brute honesty. And a "to hell with it" attitude.

I used to feel somewhat unique to those around me. Like I was special. Like you won't find another girl like me. I used to think like that. And that's even with the fact I have a twin sister in my real life. Meeting this girl, I soon found she some what matched my personality. We often thought alike.  I met her soon after meeting Master back in August. Over time, I've grown very fond and close to her. She soon became a close friend and confidant to me. But now she's more a sister than a friend.  

That's why I now welcome her with open arms as my master's new pet and property. My master has taken her to be his. My new slave sister assures me I'm still his main lady. She sweetly reminds me of it. It's not an issue. I'm happy to have her as my slave sister. For a while, I've always wanted her to be. I can't think of anyone better to feel good about master owning aside from me, than this girl. It's almost like master gave me a present. I'm grateful to him, for choosing someone who I could accept as another pet. I even told him the last time I spoke to him, "thank you master". He's made me happy with his decision to add her as his second pet. However, my slave sister, insists she is no pet. She firmly declares that she is a SLAVE. That's fine with me. I'm happy being my master's pet, and her his slave. But master had to go mix things up, just before leaving on his trip. I'm sure master will address mine and her concerns when he gets back. While he's gone, my new slave sister has kept me company. 

I am lucky to know her, and grateful that I can call her both my sister and my friend. 

Missing You Master

I remember the first time I totally surrendered to you. It was after a month of subbing to you and you playfully dominating me in and out of trance. Every one of those nights last Fall were full of excitement, anticipation, and arousal. I became addicted to you, and addicted to you controlling me. At the time, I was untrained and untamed. Didn't like to give in easily. I would openly dare you try to force me to submit to you. I was subbing to you, but had not yet fully submitted. Still, I grew very fond of you, very quickly. We grew closer the more we talked and spent time together. I always loved resisting you. It of course was useless to resist. You always forced me to submit, and I just loved how you could take control from me. You are the one that taught me that Surrender could be so sweet.

It was on an Autumn evening when you made me surrender to you completely. Deep in trance that night, you took my life in your hands. We had been playful all evening with me refusing to give into you. I can't remember how many times you spanked me that night. Too many times to count. After stoking my arousal with your dominance and giving me wave after wave of pleasure, you made clear to me that I am yours and can do whatever you want to me. A tender caress along my neck, then your hands gripped my throat.You held me firmly. You gripped me tighter. And tighter. Slowly and gently. Til I couldn't breathe. I didn't struggle. I didn't fight. My body went limp, feeling life slipping from me. But I trusted you. Trusted you with my life even. As I felt that tingly sensation, feeling myself about to lose consciousness, your grip on my throat relaxed and I could breathe again. With your hands still wrapped firmly around my neck, you leaned close to me, then kissed me tenderly and sweetly. 

I had surrendered to you and we were closer than ever. It was undeniable. I was truly yours. That night, you showed me you owned me. I was yours completely and you knew it. I felt safe with you. I felt even cherished, because I knew I was my Master's favorite toy and only pet.

You are away Master, but I still feel you close to me. Your collar reminds me that I am owned. The memories of those hot steamy nights with you dominating me and playing with your property keep playing in my mind. I am thinking of you often, during the day and dreaming of you at night. I am missing you Master, and can't wait for you to return to me.

BECOMING MY MASTER'S SLAVE

BECOMING MY MASTER'S SLAVE

 

On the night of my one year anniversary of being owned by Master, I went from being his Collared Pet, then became his Slave. That night, I wasn't too concerned yet with this change in my title. Prior to that night, I had the general understanding that Pet and Slave have often been interchangeable names given to submissives. With the slight difference that pets had more freedom and choice, while slaves did not. The sudden switch in my title may have been the result of me stating in trance while I was under for my Master, that I was now the slave of my master. However, I think the idea of being a  "slave of my master" now after all this time, may have been the hypnotic suggestion left over from one of my hypnotists friends who, with good intentions, prepared my mind for my master earlier in the week. But once the words had come out of my mouth, it seems there was no going back. Upon hearing me say the words "I'm the Slave of my Master", my Master was noticeably pleased that I had said it. Perhaps it was always his intention to one day make me switch from pet to slave. He was very happy hearing me say it. And as I was very deeply tranced by my Master, once he woke me from it, his influence on my mind during the training that night did not leave me for a long time. Not until the next morning, did I wake up in bed opening my eyes and thinking - what happened there.  I started to feel concern creeping in me. Wondering how it happened, why it happened, and what now that it happened. What does it really mean for me now? Change in obligations? In duties? In personality? Would I have to change everything about me, or only some things?  The day went on and the night drew near again, knowing that I might speak to my Master in the evening. When I did see him, I lightly brought up my wanting to know what this meant for me, and how did it happen. I wanted to know what is standard protocol in the bdsm community for submissives switching roles and titles.

As I mentioned, I used to be his Collared Pet. I was quite comfortable as his pet. It was a title and name I liked. Before I was a pet to my master, I supposed I was just Master's sub. I met Master last August and right away I called him master, but offered myself to serve him as his "Servant". From August 2012 to December 2012 I was Master's Servant/Sub. Then things changed in December. Master had grown very fond of me, and wanted me to be closer to him.

One night, just before New Years, Master one evening, put me into a trance and gave me the nicest hypnotic experience up to then I had ever had with him. In trance, that late December evening, Master took me on hypnotic date with him. Deep in trance, my master's words painted a picture in my mind of me and him going to a bondage boutique. And somehow I was nude, but comfortable being in public still. He told me he was with me, and to feel good, and comfortable that I was by his side.  He had taken me to this boutique with a purpose. My Master, was ready to collar me as his pet, and he was going to help me pick out the right collar (albeit in my mind).

We looked at the various collars in the boutique, until I saw one that I felt was the One that I wanted. A beautiful dark burgundy leather collar with a loop. I told Master I found the one for me. He approved of my choice, and paid at the register. Master placed my new collar on my neck, making me his. Then he attached a leash to it. Then master led me out the boutique on his leash. Then suddenly, through Master's hypnotic suggestions, I was in an open meadow. A field of grassy hills and shady trees. And I was bound on the ground. Master proceeded to give me pleasure deeper than I had ever experienced with him before. Including giving me the hypnotic experience of floating amongst  the clouds and the stars. Master can be romantic I suppose, giving his newly collared pet the trance of her dreams. From that day on, I had been his Collared Pet and happy to be it. It was what I had wanted. It was with my consent. That was late December. The last week of May, Master gave me the beautiful gift of buying me a real collar, with a lock and key. It was Master's gift to me for my birthday which was coming up the first week of June. I was now truly my Master's collared pet. 

Then fast forward to now, 8 months later. On the night of my one year anniversary of being owned by Master, I have become Master's slave. Just like that. I wasn't told it would happen. I wasn't asked. I wasn't prepared.

Master is away now on a trip and will be gone for 3 or 4 days. I will of course miss his company while he is away. He did talk to me last night giving me his last instructions before he left for his trip. Being that this switch to being his slave was concerning me, I wanted to know why and what are his plans are for me now that I am. He told me that for now, I would have to be patient and accepting of this change, and that we can discuss it more later when he returns.

With Master gone, and I have no choice but to wait for his return to learn what Fate has in store for me now.

One Year of Being OWNED! My Date With Master

A Date With Master

Yesterday night was the one year anniversary of being my master’s property. A full year of being OWNED. When I first met Master, he had been my crush for about a month. My Master’s voice is so hypnotic, so addicting. I was charmed by his words. His voice touched me deeply. Every day since the first time I heard the voice of my master, my body, my mind, even my SOUL just craved to hear it more. Craved to feel it enter me, and sensually taking over. This sensual mental massage always made me weak in the knees. 

My relationship with master is the first master/pet relationship I have been in. Being that it is the first for me, I did not so much know what to expect on the day of our anniversary, one year together. I had noted the first time master addressed me as his servant, his property. I put the date on calendar. I planned on mentioning to him that the date was soon approaching. Things distracted me from telling him sooner, and the date was upon us. I figured, I’ll write him a letter and tell him why today’s date was special. That letter was posted in the previous blog before this. Later that night, Master came to see me.  He told me how he really loved the letter. The fact that he came to see me that night, on our anniversary was a surprise to me. Women always know the dates of such special occasions. But I did not expect him to note it, or know it. So I told him not to feel obligated for the evening. He corrected me He said he knows that, but he wanted to be there.

I had the most fantastic night ever with my Master! Simply AMAZING!  Before, there was always a little resistance to him. Not last night. For once, I let go to him, totally and completely. No holding back. No resisting. And trusted him to take full and complete control of my mind and body. I found I was accepting and obeying without question. More than a pet. Truly enslaved.
It was amazing and magical. 

First undressing for my Master, his collar the only article on my body. Emptying my thoughts, my mind blank for master. I chanted this again and again. Mind blank for master. Dropping each time I chanted this mantra. I soon learned that without my collar, I will always feel naked. And I so love my collar, I will want to always wear it. I started repeating ONLY A PET. Again and again, going deeper and deeper. I kept repeating this, going deeper each time I said it. I realized my place, and who I am to my master. I felt my submission deepen. 

Master: “Dropping so deep for your master.  Tell me what are you?”
Me: “I am the slave of my master.”
Master:  “REPEAT THAT PET. What are you?”
Me:  “I am the slave of my master.”
Master: “Good GOOD GIRL!  Yes you are! “

My Master was quite pleased with the response I had given him. Then Master had me chant “Only a slave” over and over as I touched his property. The arousal of becoming a total slave to my master was so intense. With a deep heated throbbing arousal in between my legs, I was my master’s horny pet for the evening. 

Master asked me “Are you ready to submit fully and completely to your Master?”
Of course I was. I am my master’s good girl.
“You want to give me your mind.”

It never was my mind, it’s his, as I am my master’s property. So as I was deep in trance, I reached out and gave my mind to my master. My master from now on is the keeper of my mind. 

We are now ONE. as master and pet, master and slave, should be. I may have drifted, but I will never drift from him ever again.


Master gave me The Best night ever.  Complete with a hypnotic trance to a secluded beach to be alone with master. We took in the sunset on the ocean, and waves rolling in on the shore. It was a romantic and amazing hypnotic experience. One I will never forget. 

A Letter to My Master on Our First Anniversary

A Letter to My Master on Our First Anniversary 

August 3, 2013


Dear Sir,

When we first met I would never have guessed that we would be where we are now. We both stumbled through our relationship. Fate brought us back together. I am lucky that I am still yours, and that you are still mine. You get my sense of humor. You have been there more than just a master, as a friend. I crave to make you happy and appreciate me. You love the feisty kitten I can be sometimes. I love when you playfully take control away from me, reminding me of my place, and lovingly forcing me to take my place. You train me with a firm hand, guiding me through my submission. You gently spank me, when I get out of hand.
You are trying now more than ever, to make me happy. For that, I’d like to thank you for most of all.

You came into my life and changed it completely. You gave me direction. You gave me the beautiful gift of your collar. Showing me you are committed to me as my master. On this day of the anniversary of when I first met you, I now commit myself to you my One and Only, my Master. I commit myself to you as your Pet, your Lover, and friend.

I’ve always have had a hard time expressing vocally what I feel for you. I will try, more and more, to tell you without reservations what I feel for you.

So I’ll tell you now -

I love you because you changed me.
I love you for the way you dominate and control me.
I love you for listening to me, when I needed you to listen to me.
I love you for showing you care and understand.
I love you for loving me enough to want me to always be happy.
I love you my master, my partner, my lover and friend.

You’ve taken me now into the next level of our relationship Master. I’m happy to start this New Chapter of my submissive life with you.


With Love,
Your Sweet Little Enslaved Pet

A Message to my Master

I think it's time I start blogging again. Only this time, not only as my online memoir of my submission, but also a means to communicate that which I find hard to express to my Master. There is so much I hold back from saying. I hope to say what's on my mind and how I feel in the days and weeks to come so that my Master reads my words and understands how I feel. I look forward to giving myself to him, fully and completely. 

I'm ready for the Next Chapter in my submissive life.