Why do all good things...

When I started my journal here about one year ago, I expressed my whishes to serve Miss Honey online and for her to help me on my journey ahead. She felt so friendly and caring and right to take me on the path to my future. To share the steps we would take together was something I felt I needed very much. But there were also things I could offer to her. Things I know she enjoyed over the year. She made sure that two lessons were very clear to me. The first was that I should always be absolutely honest about my feelings and thoughts. The second is that the intention of my actions was much more important that the result. The lessons are not only the cornerstone of a good relationship, inside this world and the other, but also a valuable lesson for life.

We both knew, but I hated to recognize this, that there would be a time when the distance between us would become a barrier. Throughout the time, Miss Honey has known that by guiding me, she also guided me away from her. She enjoyed my education, I hope, but at the end there was something to be educated for. And it was not her, unless I could find a life in Southern California - which is not a bad prospect, albeit unrealistic. So the time would come that we would part. As Domiant and submissive. Not as humans, not as friends. Because the distance had never been a barrier for us to come together emotionally. And what we share does not end with our D/s relationship. It continues to be a part of the lifes we live.

The things we experienced together were very deep. Very touching. Very real. That an online relationship could not be real, is just not true. You can only experience that by enliving it and feeling the hurt when you have to part. I do not whish to express much of the very hard conversation Miss Honey and I had last week on Tuesday night. She wanted to play with me, but I had to tell her I would meet another woman, a Domme closeby. And that it would be serious. I struggled more than she did. But it did hurt for the both of us. I know she cried. And I know I was feeling sick and sad. It is never good to hurt someone you love. And I do love her, I still do, and I always will.

The good thing is that all Miss Honey helped me develop, all the wonderful parts of the journey I shared with you, for her knowledge and pleasure, will live on in real life. What Miss Honey shared with me, and the love and affection she gave to me, were not in vein. It is charished by another woman, and most of all by me. Without this wonderful time together I am sure I would never blossem as I may now. Miss Honey told me to jump. And fortunately there are always opportunities to jump to... and for... and from.

Only if...

"If you would have lived here... well... this would not be an issue... as you would be home washing my panties... with a big toy in your bottom making sure my new flogger was hung up properly, so I could use it tonight" Miss Honey told me.

And so it would have been... I love you and I hope you forgive me the struggling with my thoughts to write this down for you, Miss Honey. Please...

Ass Whore

What does it make you, when you fuck your biggest dildo for more than 10 minutes at the order of a woman you obey? What does it makes you when you are enjoying what you are told to do?

That makes you an ass whore.

I must say, that my biggest dildo was not able to fit in my ass very well the first time I got acquinted with him. So Mistress just made me fit it in. First a little bit, later a whole bit, just sitting on it, for a bit, for longer. And now she ordered me for the first time to fuck myself with it. For ten minutes.

Recently I experienced that my ass accomodated to the fallus really well... no problem showing it in. And now my Mistress made me fuck it.

She told me: "I want you to get your big toy... and lube... I want you to go into your bathroom... get naked... put a towel on the floor ... turn on the shower just a bit... so that you hear the water running... and fuck your pretty ass while I shower and stroke your pretty cock... I take a ten minute shower... so you have that long to play... you may cum when the ten minutes are up... if I was there I would have you cum on my naked wet feet as I stood drying off... so that you could lick them clean... but cumming on the cold floor will have to do slutty boy".

Oh yessssssssss. This made me hard already, unfortunately I could not do it at once, so I had to put a clothespin on me for every half hour I let her wait that made twelve clothespins. Pain... but nice.

I must say that as soon as the dildo was inside and fixed and the ass was all lubed and well, and the timer was set, it became sort of enjoyable. It was not that long at all, after all. At the beginning there were some slower strokes to get into it, then I took a time with longer and deeper strokes, and at the end my ass was positioned on top and my arms supporting me and just pushing up and down in small fast strokes.

Shall I say that I loved the cum, just dribbling out on the tiles of the floor, that I loved the pain taking the pins off, that I would have loved taking the cock inside me for much longer.

No, I shall just tell now that the feeling I had afterwards, legs all shaky and mind on cloud nine, was one of incredible satisfaction. Yes, I get satisfied by having my ass fucked. Yes, this makes me an ass whore!

Late

It was late last night. It was cold in my room. I had asked for it, begged for it, but forgotten to enact it. I am her slut. I normally should please her. And now she gave me my pleasure. I could not resist this opportunity or she would have me wait for much much longer. Gifst should be valued, special gifst should be valued especially. And this was a very special gift.

This slut has little problem with the act of impaling himself on his big dildo all the way in. Just a little lube is all he needs, could be a bit of oil, just spit or the seed of his milking. But that was what he should get to now anyway.

His nipples were a bit sore from the stretching earlier. Sometimes the bruise a little. They will heal so they can take further abuse... becoming even more sensitive for her touch. The clamps were put on. Just his tiny white panties were on. Kneeling.

He made quick strokes. Maybe it was because of all the exitement earlier, maybe because of the mechanic action in which he stroked his device. Maybe just because he wanted to bed. But he milked himself quite effectively. It was relief more than pleasure. The fluids used to relief his dry throat.

Sleep was all that was left.

Six minutes and plugged

When i came back from my trip Mistress very generously allowed me to get off in front of her. She only gave me 6 minutes of which i used just about every minutes, except 46 seconds. And as a good boy i licked all up for her.

Yesterday Mistress required me to be in panties all night and to perform one edge for her, pantied and plugged. I did of course do that. I love to be plugged... to feel my anal cavety invaded deeply by something that should not belong there, but feels like home... in my slutty ass it does.

So today i woke up feeling empty and i decided to fill my ass up again. I think that i wore a plug about four hours before i removed it (had become a little dry, one should be aware of that when wearing plugs for longer periods). I even went shopping with the plug firmly in place. I never dared that before but now i did. And i love that fact that no one knew and that i was so naughty and slutty.

When i came home i removed the plug, but i used some plastic to try a breast enhancement. It was very nice to see that it was actually possible to fake little boobies.

I want to thank Mistress for her wonderful ideas. This slut is very grateful.