The making of me


It will come to no surprise to anyone that I am submissive and that I have been in a D/s relationship with Master C for 15 years. But what exactly does that mean? In particular, since the dynamics of every D/s relationship is different what does being a submissive and submitting to Master C’s will specifically mean to me?

For many who live outside the D/s world, there is a perception that it’s all about, bondage, pain and perhaps the various role-playing subcultures that exist within our particular sexual sphere. There is a fixation on the pain/punishment element without any understanding of how it fits within the dynamic of a particular relationship.

Yes, Master C does punish me and yes, it does hurt; but it is never pain simply for the sake of pain itself.

When Master C punishes me, it is because I have done wrong, transgressed, displeased Him, failed in some way. The punishment is, first of all, appropriate to the level of the transgression; Master C will never use his belt when his hand is more appropriate, and vice versa, and it is always intended as a lesson.

Before I met Him, I pretty much fucked whomever I wished, with no regard to the consequences of my actions. Now, because we are happily poly, I still have the freedom to fuck other men, but now I know that there will be consequences. As a result, I am much choosier about whom I decided to have liaisons with. This doesn’t mean I won’t have a drunken shag with some nameless stranger, but I know that such indiscriminateness will earn me a much sterner disciplining than I would receive if I exercise a modicum of restraint over my need to have a cock inside me.

The discipline serves as part of His guidance. It is part of the way Master C makes me a better person, instilling in me a greater awareness of my own worth. I may not be any less of a slut under His guidance, but I am certainly a much more discriminating slut as a result.

For me, submission to Master C is not an abrogation of self, far from it; it as a confirmation, a validation of my worth as a person. It is a worth that grows under His strict, but fair tutelage. Yes, Master C punishes me when it is appropriate that He do so, but he also guides me, supports me, encourages me, protects me and, most of all loves me. Everything in our relationship is about making me the best person I can be. I have put that trust in Master C because he deserves it.

Master C is, quite literally, the making of me.

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Welcoming my Master home


It’s not unusual for me to be on my knees. A good sub knows her place after all.

When Master C comes home, I like to be waiting, ready for Him.  Some evenings, almost immediately after He has closed the door, His cock is in my mouth, and I am helping Him unwind after a long day at work.

I love to serve Him and He always seems particularly pleased with my efforts.

This evening, the huge load that Master C coated my boobs with certainly seemed to indicate that He was feeling suitable de-stressed after I had attended to Him. So much so in fact, that almost immediately afterwards, His face was between my thighs and my cunt was given an extended tongue lashing while I gratefully rubbed His cum into my skin.

When Master C had finished, I thanked Him for both His cum and the deliciously intense orgasms that He had given me as a reward for my attentiveness.

I am nothing if not His dutiful and willing little slut…
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