Random Photo from BlueSky

Well, I am feeling rather “chuffed” as Lila would put it. It has to do with dogs being in a state of excitement. Lila has permitted me to share more about our M/s dynamic. She will remain anonymous, and Lila is NOT her name or even her collar name. Would you believe she’s a little shy? She doesn’t want anyone to know who she truly is, but she knows her master well and loves him (me) enough to let me explain more.

First and foremost, as I alluded to in a comment to nora, a lot of my recent fiction dealing with M/s situations has had more reality than anyone would have guessed. Lila hates the Clover Nipple Clamps with a red, hot passion but has grown to…what…endure? No, she did that at first, but now? Now she does them and will beg for them because she knows they please me and begrudgingly admits through gritted teeth that she enjoys them more now than ever before.

It really is hard to explain what it is like to put a collar on a woman as she acknowledges and pledges herself and her body to your will. It’s a lot different than a D/s situation where there are limits and discussion and not pushing too far. It’s a little like trying to describe salt to someone who has never tasted it.

Lila belongs to me; what I wish to do to her, she will not stop me. She will obey and never say no. In a recent poem, I wrote about how whims become facts. This is what it means to be a master and own a slave girl. Those impulses a man might have to reach under a hem for a feel? I don’t need to hesitate or ask. I just do. Lila is not allowed to wear panties or thongs, so I know she’s always bare for me.

She’s become so well-trained that I no longer have to say some of the commands because she knows what I want and when I want it. Yes, this is similar to a very good submissive, but it goes past that. She’s told me so herself. It’s ingrained into her now. We started as a D/s first, but she knows my stories and desires. She called me Master before I ever brought up crossing the line into an M/s situation.

It isn’t a 24/7 M/s situation as she has her career and her own life things, and she doesn’t feel she is strong enough yet to do it 24/7. However, even the D/s now is something more than it was before. To my memory, she’s never told me no in either dynamic. That’s more concerning, my being careful about my commands since I know her limits and interests. She’s quite willing to give me whatever I wish and it fills a need in her as it does in me.

Lila is a devout masochist as if it were a religion. This is manna to a sadist. I’ve gone further with her than I ever have with another woman in these regards. I suggest you reread the story I recently wrote with the cuffs and glass-handled flogger in the start picture. That’s all I’ll say on that score for now, except to smugly smile in fond memory of the experience.

Another joy about Lila is that she’s a natural ginger from her eyebrows and hair to the lovely little strip I’ve made her keep now for me. She used to be bare-shaven, but I no longer allow that. Her scaping of it is improving as I’ve watched it transition. Have you noticed a penchant for my AI creations to have pixie cuts and green eyes? There’s a reason for that. She’s begged to grow it longer since she’s learned of my fetish for double-braids or pigtails (whichever you call it).

I will write more and tell a few more tales as time passes. I’m creating a new section called Master Musings, where this will be the first installment of it. Feel free to ask some questions; I will answer if I can. While I am her master, I also love and respect her situation where anonymity is needed. Perhaps a few of you out there will think she is my slave girl version of Harvey (the invisible rabbit of Jimmy Stewart fame from the movie with the same name). Go ahead and think so. I know the truth. I’ve felt the truth. I’ve…heh…heard the warbled truth from her lips as she experiences excruciating pleasure and, yes, pain at my hands.