Welcome to my Fantasy World. This is where I write my dreams, wishes, and fantasies for you to share...Step inside *grin*...

I suppose my most frequent, and most cherished, fantasy is that of being a full-time, live-in slave to my Master. Because of distance and circumstances, that's just not a possibility right now, but I sure do love dreaming of what it might be like. I think it would be wonderful to awaken ever morning next to Him, knowing from the very first moment that i awaken, that i am His slave, His property, to use and to serve Him in any and every way that would please Him.

~ Morning Has Broken ~

A typical day might start by me being awakened by His hand grasping my hair, His lips ravaging mine, as He would whisper..."you are mine, girl, now serve your Master".... i would then lie soft and yielding beside Him, making my body open and available to Him, to see how He might wish to use me that day. Perhaps He would begin the day by reminding me of my place as His slave; and end the sweet kiss, then gently turn me over onto my stomach. He might then grasp my wrists together, holding them in place at the small of my back with one hand, while the other hand made certain i was fully awake...and aware of what i was...by spanking me; not hard enough to be a punishment; yet with enough sting to let me know my place as His slave.

i would lie beneath Him, whimpering and squirming, yet knowing there was no way to escape His firm grip....not that i would want to....and when the spanking was over, i would whisper softly to Him...."and how do You wish to make use of Your slave today, Master?" Then He would spread my legs, and gently extend my arms up to the headboard of our bed, and i would grasp the cold iron bars as He took me from behind, in my ass. i love anal sex, love to be used in that way. It hurts, but it i find that i feel most submissive when i am taken from behind, in my ass. Its then entirely up to Him whether or not to pleasure me by playing with my sex, or He may simply wish to use my ass to satisfy His own desires; as His Master, that would be His right.

i am not sure where the rest of the day would take us, but i cannot imagine a more wonderful way to start a day *soft smile*.

~ Master's Belt ~

Another fantasy would be that i have displeased Master in some way; certainly not deliberately, but as hard as i may try, there are times when i do not show the proper respect, or obedience. In this case, what would always hurt the most would be my knowing that i had not pleased my Master, had angered or upset or disappointed Him. i cannot imagine any physical pain that would be that bad. But, Master does not tolerate disrespect or disobedience, and i know that i am to be punished. i would see the angry look on His face, and His voice would sternly order me to my knees. "You have displeased me, slave. I do not tolerate disrespect, and you will be reminded of this." He would then slowly, very slowly, unbuckle and remove His belt, as i knelt quivering before Him. My eyes would be lowered, but just within my site He would slowly and deliberately fold His wide brown leather belt, embossed with eagles, then would say "I will teach you to respect your Master, girl." My wide green eyes would be held riveted to the large eagle belt buckle. He would grasp my hair in His strong hand and firmly position me, on my knees, my head and chest resting on a couch or a chair, with my ass fully exposed. The tears would already begin to fill my eyes before His belt was raised for the first lash. He then would whip me with His belt, the leather searing my tender flesh, as i squirmed and whimpered and cried, but He would be unmoved by my tears, He would bring His belt down, again and again, until He was satisfied that i had been properly disciplined. When it was finished, as i would lay in tears, shaking and crying, He would at last put down His belt, and i would then hear Him unzip His jeans and obediently part my legs to be taken. His taking me, as my ass stung and burned from the belt, would be gentle and loving; the sting reminding me of my disobedience, but His loving also letting me know how much He cares for me. Once He was finished taking me, He would pull me down beside Him and we would lie together, as i whispered my apologies and repentance to Him, knowing that He only disciplined me out of a wonderful caring, and that we were just as we belonged....He the Master....and i His slave.

~ Clamps And Chains ~

This fantasy arises from a little bit of a scene Master and i did on IRC this morning, that i found *very* arousing. We are in a room, just casually visiting with friends. i am sitting on Master's lap, as i normally do. He turns me to where i am still on his lap, but facing the room and then he slips my white silks down from my shoulders. He often fondles or caresses me as we visit, so i don't think too much of it at first. However, He then takes some cold steel clamps out and clamps one on each of my nipples. The cold of the steel, the weight, and the pinch are uncomfortable and i begin to squirm a bit. He pays no mind at all to my struggling and squirming. He then cuffs my wrists together behind my back, leaving the front of me totally exposed and helpless. He brings out a thin silver chain and attaches it to the ring on my collar, then down to each of the clamps on my nipples. We continue visiting with friends as this is going on, although the clamps are becoming uncomfortable, and Master pulls the chain so that any movement pulls at my nipples, rapidly become sore and very tender. For awhile he just occasionally flicks the clamps, or my hard nipples as they protrude through the clamps, just to feel me squirm and hear me whimper. After awhile, though, He places me across His lap, bares my ass, and begins to spank me; not as punishment, but just to see my ass turn red. Being in this position, my nipples hang down, pulling on the chain, tugging the clamps, and as i squirm from the slaps on my ass, it becomes a double torture for me. In almost no time there are tears in my eyes, which Master disregards, and i am squirming, exposed, bound, and humiliated. Master then tells me that He must do this sort of thing from time to time just to remind me of my place as His slave, and His property. Actually, from that point, the fantasy can take any number of directions; but i think that i will leave it here for now *grin*.