always my Mistress

i certainly hope it is not a secret that i truly love my Mistress…and that i think by and large we make the most of what is complicated.

last weekend Mistress and i were each able to clear a whole day–and plan to be together. we talked about doing a lot of things. a night at paddles, dinner, movie–but i think a bottle of wine, indian delivered and just quality time for the two of us was the best way we could spend time.

hours of worshiping my Mistress, holding Her, loving Her and just the feeling that we were together without the clock running, without demands to get here or there…

at one point–Mistress and i fell asleep together–it was restful holding my Mistress and cuddling next to Her.  a moment i barely remembered–but stood out for my Mistress was when half asleep i asked if She wanted Her boots off–and then i helped Her remove Her boots…so we could lay naked together and hold each other some more.

it was a near perfect saturday. but as i was thinking about the day this week, and fondly recalling all that we experienced together–it dawned on me the moment that was least expected–but so memorable–the one that makes me proud to be able to call Her Mistress.

to set the scene–i arrived at Mistress’ apartment in the early afternoon. Mistress greeted me in the door looking stunning…black patent leather boots, matching gloves, push up bra, stockings and garters.  what boy could do anything other than fall to his knees and kiss the boots, and hope to be allowed to work his way up those legs.

and my Mistress did not leave me wanting at all…my head buried between Her legs–i know where i belong…at my Mistress’ feet. i crave to be there.

but that is not what this is about–it was hours after that. after we made love a few times, after we hugged. after we dined. after we shared a bottle of wine.

Mistress was now wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt–and decided it had been too long since She left Her marking on my ass. it all felt so natural, so loving as Mistress adorned my ass with welts from her cane–administering what i am sure She will say was a more than moderate, on its way to heavy caning to my ass.

its not the clothes and the persona who makes my Mistress, lover and friend–its the person who i love and is my Mistress, friend and lover….

thank You Mistress