Serving Master

Your hot breath on my neck, wet kisses trailing from that special spot that makes me go wild down between my breasts. You pause for a moment to suck on each nipple, biting a bit to let me know what is to come. Your trail continues over my belly as you whisper to me how sexy I am and how much you want me. Your kisses go down past my belly button and your hands move my panties out of the way as you continue south. You pause right before you reach my pussy and then you quickly move to the left, making me groan in frustration, wanting you back over my wettest spot. You laugh softly as you kiss the inside of my right thigh, then move over to the left. You know kissing me on the thighs, so close to home, drives me absolutely crazy. I try to reach down to move your head where I want it and you grab my wrist and tie me to the bed, saying that now you have to start all over.

I pull against my restraints, trying desperately to get you to eat me out. You already know what I will be trying though and have therefore tied the knots in such a way that they tighten as I pull against them. Knowing that I can’t possibly break the bonds that hold me down, you decide to torture me a bit, tickling my thighs by lightly touching them, lightly biting my sides of my tummy and making me squirm under you.

I get wetter as you tease and lick and bite at me. My laughs switch to moans and my desperation to be fucked by you grows. I cry out and beg you to just take me. Finally you’ve had enough of the teasing and you grab my thighs tightly and shove yourself deep inside of me, both of us groaning as you do. You whisper in my ear “cum for me” and instantly I am on fire for you. Thrusting into me again and again you pound out my frustrations. I pull tighter on the ropes trying to raise my hips to your motions, crying out your title as I reach orgasm. “Again” you whisper in my ear just as I finish. “Again?!” I ask, trying desperately to both obey and object “but I just finished, sir!” You slap my breast hard as you command me to obey you. “I am your Master, slut, and I have given you an order, now obey me.”

My cries of ecstasy are sure to be heard by our neighbors, but I don’t even care. You pound into me, again and again. Your hand reaches for my throat and you choke me as you fuck me. My wrists hurt from the ropes, my throat burns from being choked, but I love it. I crave it. I need it. Sensing that I need more pain you start to pinch my nipples, slap my sides and pull on my clit; little things that drive me wild. Before I know it we are both spent, and you’re so close to orgasm I can feel you trying to hold back, trying to make it last even longer, and then the hot stream of your cum fills me up inside, forcing me to orgasm once more. Panting you collapse on top of me, sucking on my neck once more, pushing me to the finish line, whispering your love for me and how beautiful I am, especially after I’ve been fucked silly and marked as yours.

–ariia

Okay, time to handle the FormSpring Me questions. I answer all questions as long as they don’t give away who I am, and/or aren’t abusively posed (I’ve seen some of the questions my friends get, if you’re rude to me, rude about my relationship or trolling my questions, do not expect an answer).

This week I have one question that seems a little bit like trolling, but I ran it by Master and he said to answer it anyway, it might not have come from a troll.
1) Do you fear your children finding out about your lifestyle and how this may affect their development? You perspective is honed by experience and years of thought on the subject but to young children this could be perceived as a seriously abusive relationship.

No I do not fear my children finding out about my relationship. First of all, Master takes great measures to make sure the girls do not find out about the full nature of our relationship. They know that Daddy is the head of the household and that Mommy does as she is asked. They don’t see a difference between our relationship and someone else’s except that Daddy and Mommy are happy and we work together. We have a rule in our house that there are no stupid questions, all questions will be tolerated. We answer them age appropriately and as honestly as we can.

2) What is your definition of “over the edge”?
I don’t know, it depends on the context. I am assuming you mean sexually, since this blog is pretty sexual. To me “over the edge” would be orgasmic.

3) Do you enjoy shopping?
Yes, too much actually. I am fairly addicted to shopping; it gets me in a lot of trouble.

4) Did your Master abandon you? You still have your readers!
It was this question that forced me back to blogging. No, Master did not abandon me, he did however move to Texas to take a job he got there (I can’t move till the girls are out of school for the year, so I am still here in New York). We talk daily, but it is hard being married and in a long distance relationship, harder than I gave it credit for. In fact, I have new found respect for Masters and slaves who are long distance.

5) YOU JUST WOKE UP NAKED IN BED NEXT TO ME. Using only 3 words, what would you say to me? …Note: If you comment, you must copy and paste this as your status. So I may comment on yours as well. Be a good sport. Play along.
That was AWESOME!

6) Do you think that a person who gets gratification out of controlling, psychologically manipulating, physically hurting and “owning” another person is a mentally stable person? Do you think that this reflects a sane mindset or do you think such a person re..?
Okay stupid FormSpring cut off the last part there, but I can answer the first bit! That depends on if the person is doing it with the other person’s permission or not. As a slave I gave Master permission to have control over me, by any means. I gave up my rights voluntarily. I think both Master and I are very sane, probably more so than most.
If this person is just trying to control anyone, especially people who have not given them permission to do so, then no, I do not believe they are mentally stable. And I would have to say they are either insane (to think that people will willingly allow them to do whatever, without permission – ever heard of Stockholm syndrome?) I think that people who are forced into a BDSM and then turn out to be “okay” with it, have Stockholm syndrome. And I think people who force others into this lifestyle are insane and need serious help. These people are abusers, they do not love, they do not care about anyone but themselves, and the people they dominate are victims.

Thanks for asking! These were some pretty great questions :)

–ariia

Master got a new job in Texas. This means moving again. I am not really looking forward to it. I enjoy this place we have here. I like the story book weather. I am just starting to feel settled here, and now we have to move again. Master knows I would follow him to the ends of the earth, but I don’t just want to follow. I want to go happily.

The problem right now is that Master already went to Texas. He moved about a month ago. Which means for the past month I have been on my own (not single, but alone just the same). I still follow the rules, but there aren’t as many to follow now either. Usually I am waiting on Master hand and foot, making sure he has what he needs or wants, making sure he stays on schedule himself, taking care of him, etc. But he’s not here. I am playing with the girls a lot more lately too, taking them out and about, having more talks with them to make sure they’re doing okay in school and with friends. They think it’s weird, lol. They miss their father too and I know it is important to keep them communicating. We talk about how it’s “just us girls” for a while and are attempting to make time fly (by having fun). But there are moments when we stop and just have to say we miss him too. Like last night when I made 4 potatoes instead of just 3.Or the second night when my daughter got out 4 place settings forgetting for a moment that he wasn’t here.

I’m not exactly sure how I am even keeping it together. Being away from Master for so long is harder than I ever thought it would be. I play the role of the “happy-go-lucky” girl and I pretend everything is fine. It’s not fine. I am falling apart, but holding myself together for the sake of the kids, the sake of Master.

I am also doing the bare minimum around the house. It’s clean, but it is not up to Master’s standards. It’s almost as though I have lost a part of me. We didn’t split up, which almost makes it harder somehow. I guess if we had split up I could be in the moving on phase, but I feel as though I am stuck on “pause”. To help get through the “I don’t feel like cleaning” funk I have started watching “Hoarders”. There are some really awful homes on there (okay all of them are awful!) and seeing the filth some people can put up with has encouraged me to clean and throw out anything I don’t need.
I guess I’m just procrastinating and a little down over not having Master here as much as I am used to. It’s so frustrating being so far away from him. In his words he said “We’re married, it is unnatural for us to be apart this long, and I don’t enjoy it either”. I miss him. We talk on the phone or online, but it is never the same as having him here with me. I have another 6 weeks before I see him again. I have no idea how I am going to make it through this; I just know I have to.

– ariia