Master's slave shonali..

Skin glistening with sweat,
Words unable to form on her lips,
The whites of her eyes wild,
Her breathing ragged,
She looks up at Him,
Through the depths of His soul,
Into His heart
She utters one word

....Master

Eyes so deep,
Hands protecting,
He consumes her,
He owns her,
He cherishes her.
His most prized possession.

His slave...

I got this from Vixen's blog..Loved the way she has expressed everything that comprises a master slave relationship. Had to have it in my blog..

Master's take on love...

Master and I were awake till wee hours today morning..Making sweet sweet love as Master was not in the mood for aggression...Yay lucky me !
Just as we were about to drift off to sleep talking of mundane stuff, Master tells me "shonu, all love is selfish. For example, parents love thier kids so that the kids will be dependable later. Nothing called selfless love. ab so jao(Now u sleep)"

I wanted to tell him no Saab, I love you for you..pure and simple.. I wana exist for your pleasure..but I know he will say you do all this cos you gain pleasure from it..dont u?
I am unsettled after this talk. Dont feel so good about anything anymore..

What did you intend to do with this Saab? Did you mean something specifically?Do you want me to change in some way? Let me know please..Guide me here..

I wait for You

Its twilight,sun sets as the moons rises..Jaan, rise with the moon,bathe me in your soft moonshine of love. Come, lets have a moment of silent companionship.Silence that can convey my repentance,sorrow at having disobeyed You...I wait for You,to kneel at your feet, to serve you..End my misery, Oh come home to me Saab !

Saab, come home to me...

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

(Longing By Matthew Arnold)
A night is over Saab, a day is almost over and no word from You.I wait for you...Dont make me wait so much.Its unbearable, this form of punishment. A slap,a punch maybe a caning anything that hurts but with You before me. Not this meaningless misery of separation. I am sorry. Call me..or better yet come back home to me...I long for You

Different Wells...

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one wellYou have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your loveShould never be offered to the mouth of aStranger,
Only to someoneWho has the valor and daring
To cut piece of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rai n,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.
(Ghazals of Hafiz; Translation Ladinsky, D)
Is this why I came back running to you Saab after all these years? My absolute trust in you...My need to humbly offer you my few precious cups of water and to beg You for Yours. You let me drink the tastiest most precious water I ever drank..Thank You, this kajira is grateful and at bliss..

Master's gal..

My Master says enough posts for today shonu..and I said yes Saab...

good nite people

To N...

I have been thinking a lot about what transpired. Am I sad? of course I am. Am I angry? U bet..
Do i hate you? I never could !!! Do I love you? I always will...Has anything changed? Nothing at all..
Let bygones be bygones .. Dont ever talk about it again..lets forgive and for once forget..Love you N

Rain and You

Its rainy these days. I love the rain.. Pitter pat against the window pane..
The rain reminds me of my Master. I have always felt that His fury is a thunderstorm, releasing my tear drops pitter pat, His consoling words a steady soothing murmur and when He takes me,I become the earth..welcoming, wet and eager..Come on Saab, drench me in Your ardor..
Take me into my subspace..our world where we exist and the lines end..
I can see You working..Your broad back, strong arms, supple movements as You move from one chair to another, intense concentration on Your face..how can I express my love? shall i kneel? should i cry out to you..You are looking at me now but arent seeing me..oh see me Saab !

Drama Queen

An interesting incident occured today. I used to discuss my troubles with my gang of close friends/family members. Today I heard that they have been gossiping amongst themselves that I have been fussing more than the situation demands. To my horror, even my best friend seems to think so.

I am sensitive..Granted..does it merit criticism? What is the fine line that exists between being sensitive just the right amount and overdoing it? Why do some of us love so much? Why are we so sensitive to the actions of our loved ones? Are we jobless or we sensitive?

Surprised as I am, again see, I am airing my greivances..But hey the laptop cant criticize now can it? :-)

At home today

Master has been very busy these days. He is working non stop. I do not work outside anymore. This has given me time to do my household chores. Spent the morning stitching buttons on his shirt. Love these small ways in which I can serve him :-)

There was a period during which we were no longer seeing each other.Oh how I missed all this then.Triple yay we are back together.There is no one quite like Him..His face so kind and gentle..smile so cute and naughty.. hair made jus so I can run my fingers in them..chest the perfect pillow when I need to rest..Oh I could go on n on...

Back to my day, I was thinking of making more spank me panties.. Designed 2 yesterday and modelled them for Him.Did He loooove them...happy me :-)

I go back to His pant buttons now.Runnin my fingers on the fabric..trying to feel His skin on it.. smelling it for His smell..I wont ever get these done !!!

Musing...

I am wondering why did I take so long to start blogging? Could it be

a) My innate need for hiding intimate details and presenting a perfect polished front? I realize now that this will only increase the pressure of this lifestyle...I should be proud of my person flaws and all...

b) Though a voracious reader, I am not good at writing...The best way to get over this would be to begin writing !

c) Did not understand how blogging will help ...Reading posts of likeminded people has helped me articulate my feelings better...made me aware that I am not some alien.. I need feel no shame for my need to depend on my master and to submit..

d)A little bit of a,b and c

And thus, I took the plunge and I began my blogathon

My Master, My Husband....

My first blog post. Yay...
A quick introduction-
My Master- He is hmm how to describe him? To me, he is the Sun to my earth. To the world he is a doctor. He was my classmate in medschool and my husband for the past year.

I dedicate this post to my Master(Saab is what I call him).
Saab, its been almost a year since we got back together. I thank you for bringing me into this lifestyle. I feel more complete,more of a woman, more confident because of you/us...I love the way you know every cell in my being, my thoughts,my needs. I love your raw sexy masculinity.More than anything, I love your presence in my life..

I begin this blog as a tool to aid me in my journey as a slave. I want to explore the deepest levels of my submissive self, create a network of like minded individuals to aid me in this path.

With your permission Saab, I begin my blogathon...