sending secrets to my hidden heart
these miniature
gestures, these bittersweet
illuminations
i freeze in the moment
i forget to breathe
and reflexively i think,

whoa. that's going to hurt when
this ends and he
belongs to someone else

Oh My Mistress...

I am meeting with my Mistress soon... it's a special meeting. Celebratory.
I have been thinking about that a lot lately.

She has said that she would rather treat me like a Princess than punish me.

I say, sometimes Princesses need to be punished. Sometimes we are selfish and single-minded. Sometimes we just want to tempt you down the path of naked and touching and let reality and consequence fall behind.

Princesses want to bite when they kiss you, they want to move their hands under your clothing.

They want to touch you in places that will make your breath catch - with fingers and tongues and silky hair trailing on bare skin.

Bad Princess. Dirty, naughty Princess.

Lost: One Sir

Last seen heading for the Badlands.

Sir responds to: "God," "Sir," and also massage, damsels in distress, Chinese food and cartoon squirrels.

Sir does not respond to: His full name, pouting, pleading, direct questions, anyone else's time tables or rules.

Reward offered.

If found, please tell Him that His pet says "Me-row," and also that she has been very bad and not at all patient waiting for His return.
And that she loves Him.
And that she hopes He feels better soon.

Because it Pleases Him (2)

I have brought it all back...
It should not have gone away in the first place.
It won't go away again.

He is still gone and I am here.
And I am alone.
And I am trying (and failing) to be calm and not anxious.

(Because who am I without Him anyway?
Just some girl).

Just some girl who misses her Sir and needs to just be patient.