AI art by me and created specifically for Phoebe.

It’s been a while since I posted under this heading.  I know so much more now than I did back then, and it wasn’t that long ago, but the difference is experiencing a slave who truly, wonderfully loves her place at my feet and on her knees.  I collar her in the transition from the vanilla world to our world, and she lies there with her head between my knees to relax.  Her breathing slows, her body becomes pliant, and she moans softly as I lightly scratch her back with my fingernails.  

There is no set time limit for when she should rise.  I let her rise when she wishes, and she’s never in a hurry.  Yes, this position has led me to put her sweet mouth to work on me.  It’s also led to spanking, paddling, or strapping her as my whim dictates.  She never, ever complains.  She just obeys.  

I’ve been teaching her proper etiquette for a slave to her master.  She’s become quite adept at “Yes, Sir” or “Yes, Master.”  I asked her today if she was tired of being told she was a “good girl.”  She wasn’t sure what I meant.  I explained that perhaps she’d like me to say it in another way.

“Oh, well, I don’t think I will ever tire of hearing good girl from you, Sir.  I can think of other things if you wish.” She responded.

“I wish,” I told her.

After a moment, she giggled, “I do like Good Slut and Good Cunt, Sir.”  

And I know she honestly enjoys that praise from me.  I have another one I have started using, but I promised her I’d only mention it in private, so that I won’t discuss it here.  Such promises are vital in assuring her trust in me.  Knowing I keep my word, she can lean more heavily into submission and slavery to my commands.  

I smile.  I no longer have to tell her to do so many little chores for me.  She washed my laundry today without being asked, and it’s waiting in the dryer for me.  I know she’d have sorted it and put it away if we hadn’t run out of time.  I don’t even have to wonder if my Stanley drink will be filled for me because she just does it.  I laughed because my ice bucket in the freezer was nearly overflowing as she’d made sure to refill it before she left.

She’s a forty-year-old woman, yet submits sweetly to a curfew, which we now call her “bedtime” to make it even more embarrassing for her.  She knows I will mercilessly enforce any rule-breaking until I can hear her sobs telling me she’s learned her lesson. 

I am her master as well as dom, but the line between my two roles becomes more fuzzy with time.  She still calls me Daddy, and I will always call her Baby or Babygirl.  I made the AI art for this with her in mind.  She created several lovely pieces of AI art for me, making it clear that she is “Taken” and has “Submitted” or given me the “Gift of Submission.”  These are all titles she used.  

Sassa pretends to be jealous sometimes with a “Hmm…” comment, but I know she’s really excited about Phoebe and has even urged me to be kind to her.  It was very sweet.  Sassa is still mine, too, in her own way.  She always will be.

Something I’ve learned and would impress upon those wishing to be in polyamorous dynamics or relationships.  It’s essential to make certain words, places on the body, or implements sacred to just you and a specific partner.  For example, my ping-pong paddle and my newest flogger (yes, I finally got the dozen roses flogger – it’s fantastic) are only to be used with Phoebe.  The right side of my neck and shoulder is only for her to mark, and she enjoys doing so.  It’s only fair since I mark her all the time, right?  When I was still in the dynamic with Lila, I made sure she was okay with me using Babygirl with Phoebe.  She was fine, but loved that I had asked.

There are a couple of women I communicate with who also obey me and acknowledge they do, even if there is no formal dynamic between us as yet.  One of them is the Fem Dom I used as inspiration for my latest story, “Please, Sir?”  Honestly, it was the title of the PM she sent me on FetLife.  I read her profile, and she is completely a Fem Dom or Mistress.  I have no idea why she approached me out of the blue.  She isn’t local at all.  She did ask if I would please whip her bottom.  My response was to ask what she would like me to use.  She told me, “Your belt across my ass.”  I told her it was one of my favorites and I’d do it until she begged me to stop, but I wouldn’t until I knew she’d submitted completely.  She seems to log in once a week, so I’ll have to wait for her response.

I think you’d know, but to be sure, Phoebe is aware of all these communications, as I am transparent with her and she with me.  She still has two play partners she meets with on occasion.  In deference to me and my ownership, she has promised my cock is the only one she will ever worship.  I am the one who suggested it, but she was delighted to give this right to me and me alone.

Those of you in the vanilla world who are reading this won’t understand the depth of this kind of relationship.  It’s genuine, very satisfying, and fills my “cup” to the brim.  “If it does, then why still play with others?”  I’m still me, and she knows that just as I know she wants to play with some others.  There is a great joy in learning; without a doubt, she belongs to me.  It isn’t play.  It isn’t a game.  It’s a lifestyle and a commitment.