Sweet memories

Yet another memory...

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Strawberries are part of summer. To me, they are the biggest and best sign that my favorite season is here. We picked up a liter at the store. Freshly picked. I sample one as we are walking home. It tastes so sweet.

I pour the whip cream in a bowl and hand it to him. It is the one thing he always whips. I start rinsing and cleaning the berries, and we finish at the same time.

-Put these on the table and then bring me your posture collar.
-Yes Mistress.

He is smiling, obviously sensing that I am up to something. He quickly does as he is told, then returns to me, kneeling with his collar in his hands, presented to me as he has been taught. I put it around his neck, locking it in place. It keeps his chin slightly raised, and it is impossible for him to turn his head. I attach the chain and leather leash.

- Come.

He follows me like an obedient dog, keeping out of my way, yet careful not to pull on the leash. He knows he would be punished for it. I sit down on the couch, making myself comfortable and motion for him to get in under the living room table.

Another order:
-Take off my panties.

Using his mouth, his lips, careful not to let his teeth graze me, he pulls them off my body. I help him by raising my body slightly from the sofa, but he works methodically. First one side, then the other. Every now and then he lets a kiss slip in and it makes me smile. I know it is his way of showing how he worships me.

I take a strawberry, dipping it into the cream and taste it. Delicious.

- Slave, would you like a strawberry?
- Yes Mistress.
- And some cream to go with perhaps?
- Yes please, Mistress.

I take another strawberry, and swirl it around in the whipped cream, making sure it is almost completely covered. I take the strawberry and bring it to my cunt, tracing the outline of it until all of the cream is wiped off. Then I slowly push the strawberry inside me. I pull on the leash and that is all the encouragement he needs. Within seconds the strawberry and whipped cream are no more, and his tongue continues to clean me. The TV is on in the background, a common summer feature, a sing along show and I join in the familiar tunes. More strawberries for me, and more for him.

- I am thirsty, get me a glass of milk.
- Yes Ma'am. Can I have some as well?
- No, you can't.
- Yes Mistress.

He brings me my milk, and I continue watching the show, with him sitting on the floor beside me, resting against my legs. As the final notes of the song ring out, I grab him by his hair, pulling him down on his back on the red carpet. I straddle his chest, whispering in his ear that his thirst will soon be quenched. I move up and sit myself down on his face, and let go. I hear the sound of him swallowing.

He does not spill a drop.

As I get back on my feet, the red carpet is still clean. I am satisfied and his thirst is quenched for now. There is a faint smell on his breath, recognizable only to the few who know, who understand.

-Thank you Mistress.

I pat the sofa and he climbs up, and lies behind me, spooning. He wraps his arms around me and I enjoy being so close. In his embrace. He nuzzles his face in the back of my neck, amidst my hair. His head is still held in place by the collar and I have no intention of releasing him yet.

The night is still young...

Yet another memory

I was once a student too....

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D is lying on his stomach. Pieces of blue rope have rendered him helpless.

I take the red candle and light it, watching the liquid form around the flame. Not too much, but not too little. The first few drops hit his back. Involuntarily he moves. A moan escapes his lips.

D struggles.
He is beautiful.

A plan forms in my mind.
Holding the candle close to his skin,
I begin to let the drops form a pattern.

The wax is warmer now.
He is more sensitive.

The first letter, then second one.
It takes time, getting the shapes right is difficult
D moves more now, moans more.
Every drop makes him squirm.
I use the weight of my body to keep him still.

The first few words are uttered.

-Please, please no more....
- I can if I want to, can't I?
-Yes, you can do anything you want but please don't..

I gnore his plea and watch the third letter evolve.
It is easier, and I am satisfied with what I see.
His body is glistening, obedience makes him sweat.
D taught me a word in a foreign language
I am using what he showed me against him.

The fourth letter and then I stop.
I read it out, as one word.
I spell out the four letters,
a word I have never seen before.

There is one more letter, he tells me.
Despite the pain that I have caused him,
Despite that he could have escaped the last one.
It is his turn to spell it out, the way it should be.
Picking up the candle again, I correct the mistake.

Five letters.

Uncountable drops of wax.
I let my fingers trace my creation
This time it is as it should be.

Perfect.

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Thank you for teaching me through your pain. I am still learning.
The book is in front of me, showing me what I need to know.
I will never forget that one word....

I once took a deep breath...

OK so I haven't been blogging much lately. I thought I would make up for lost time, and entries today, seeing as I have nothing else to do right now.

Starters.. An old entry of mine, a memory, now in an English version:

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I am sitting here in front of my computer, just breathing. Breath after breath. The last 24 hours have been intense. It is hard to gather my thoughts in writing.

One hour left, I took his black T-shirt off him. The leather cuffs he had worn since he arrived the previous day are in place. They had been under his jacket at the restaurant that we had just visited, visible to anyone bold enough to look up his sleeves. Visible to me.

Now we were back home, in my territory.

I did not say a word when I stood behind him. He turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder. Quickly came the question: "Do you need to know?" He shook his head and then looked down on the floor in front of him again. Silence once more.

Without warning I reach out my hand, with the blood red nails, and swiftly drag them mercilessly across his back. A familiar sound from my nails, the feeling of skin under my fingers liberates and I enjoy it. The response is immediate. He throws his head back, pushes his chest forward, and falls. His legs cannot carry him and with my arms which quickly wrap around him he slumps to the ground.

- What happened?
- I sank. I am weak, you are so strong.

I stand with my legs against his sides, and lean his upper body against me.

- You are doing well.
- Thank you. Thank you, My Queen.

I was not done with him yet. He rests against my legs, I lean forward and kiss him. His head bends backwards to meet my lips. Wonderful. When the kiss is over he looks forward again, and that is when I stroke. Once again my nails scratch his back, and once again he collapses, now only his upper body and he lies leaning forward over folded legs. A tiny pile on the floor. So beautiful.
I sit down beside him, where he lies, I comfort and caress. The nails will have to wait, he is small.

I will make him even smaller. I bring out the rope, stand behind him and pick up his upper body so that he is once again on his knees. I wrap the rope around my hand, one lap around each, and then place the middle of the rope against his throat, tightening it.

- You can do what you want to me.

Big words and an even bigger submission.

I tighten the rope even further, making him feel it cut off his air, and he does not object. I loosen it and tie a knot behind his neck, saving one very long end. The end I bring through first one, then both of the D-rings on his cuffs. His hands are being pulled up towards his neck, he has to hold them uncomfortably high to breath. He begins to whimper a bit.

- I am so helpless, I can't do anything. You can do what you want.

The helplessness that he speaks of does not come from the ropes, but from deep within him. More kissing, more touching. Thereafter the command to lie down. He lays himself down on the side on the tiny rug on the floor. Another rope that I use to bring the rings on his footcuffs together. I let the rope run between his knees, and pull it upwars, so that he has to bend his knees, turn into a small ball. I attach the end of the rope in the one I earlier wrapped around his neck.

Now he really is helpless. I enjoy the sight. He bends his face, burrying it in the matress, from time to time meeting my gaze for a brief second.

He had surrendered.