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Robert Sunday 14 Feb 2021
It’s hard to believe that in a few months’ time five years will have passed since we signed the first contract; five amazing, fun filled, with a dash of scary and irrational, years with Master.
For the most part, our journey has been everything i’d ever dreamed of and more. We had a few tough six months in the second year; work and other stuff had started to get in the way and we let it, so without even realising, we were slipping back to being Aaron and Robert. Not that this was bad as such, we were tired, over-worked and hardly saw each other but then after recognizing we were spiralling apart from who we’d become i had an epiphany. i didn’t want to go back to being plain old vanilla so i rebelled, but instead of talking to Master like a good slave should, i started playing up big time which led to explosive arguments, accusations, and denials. What came next was truly the hard part with us sitting down and talking properly but i didn’t make it easy, testing His sincerity about continuing. Master had to rein me in like you would with a naughty child, reassert His ownership and it took us quite a while to truly re-find our footing. That was tough, really tough for both of us from start to finish but we learned from it i think and we’ve never once looked back in regret; if anything, we’ve become stronger and more committed because of it.
Smiling inwardly, i’m certain that there’s no chance of being let off the hook like that these days, this chilly Valentine’s Day is simple proof of that. i’ve been enjoying the casual bumping against each other, the fleeting touch of our hands, as we meander through the woods on our afternoon walk until being unceremoniously jolted out of my trip down memory lane by a sharp smack to my behind, “slave, are you even listening to me?” With nodding currently being the simplest and most effective way to convey my response, i watch that well-worn mix of exasperation and amusement cross Master’s face. ‘Of course, i’m listening Master, what was it You said again?’ i don’t need to say the words out loud, Master knows me all too well but shows leniency as He lovingly pulls me to Him, kissing my cheek before trailing a couple of His fingers downwards, pushing the scarf wrapped around my neck and lower face out of the way. Softly they trace over the ball-gag that’s preventing me from speaking, before coming to rest on my neck as Master kisses my cheek; with a mischievous glint in His eye, His warm wet mouth sucks a quick kiss on the end of my nose. He smirks, amused before drying the wetness with His hands, then pulling the scarf back to its former position to keep the gag out of sight on the off-chance we meet anyone as we continue our walk. i’m pretty sure that my eyes are playfully expressing my appreciation of Master’s loving touch as our fingers intertwine once more.
“It’s a good job I love you slave, otherwise I think Valentine’s Day could quite easily have been cancelled this year. I’ll be expecting lots of appreciation later to show me how grateful you are to have such a considerate Master when you get your surprise.” He can’t see the pout hardly but He smiles at the whine this elicits from me knowing this will have set me off thinking once again about what Master might have planned for later. Master tends to get quite inventive on special occasions and earlier in the day i’d been unduly impatient as often is the case when i’m excited. So much that i wouldn’t stop pestering, nagging Him all morning to give me a clue and eventually He’d had enough which despite it being low protocol day is what has led to my current predicament during our planned walk.
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Hand in hand, we follow the path in comfortable silence, wending our way back towards home which allows me to risk a return to my previous musings. Tonight isn’t the right time, but at some point soon, i know i’m going to have to tell Him; i’m just nervous about how He will react. On New Year’s Eve Master had mentioned that at the end of August it will be five years since we signed the first contract and He asked if we ought to mark the occasion somehow. i’m pretty sure Master was thinking along the lines of another mark to my body to celebrate the milestone; time certainly flies when you’re having fun and i don’t disagree that it’s an achievement. We’ve come such a long way, now nicely settled and happy which is why the increasing ache for more crept up on me, not totally out of the blue, i realise that now, but its recent intensity has taken me by surprise.
Of course, this isn’t new, there have been several times for both of us where we have craved more or less from our relationship. It’s part of the rollercoaster of emotions that come with being Master and slave, but this time i know it’s not going to go away. Thinking back, i recognize the signs, like an itch that won’t go away until you scratch it.
Each year we’ve reviewed the contract at the end of the term. After the first year, we made a few changes, like removing any hard limits, but otherwise, it was mostly slight tweaking and there haven’t been any changes since then. We’ve both been really happy with it. i think i can safely say that on behalf of Master without it being outside my scope of permission to second guess what Master may or may not think on the matter. We both love what we have and the boundaries we set work well.
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i think that it’s been a good thing in the beginning as we had to learn - over the years we’ve become comfortable and apart from that difficult few months we have completely embraced our chosen path. Our Master/slave life has a routine to it yet without having slipped into a rut, and along the way we’ve discovered so much about ourselves and each other, sometimes surprisingly so. From the outset, i told Master i had a liking for humiliation and He quickly learned how to tease and taunt me, not too much but enough that it had me squirming and at the same time silently begging for it to continue but i had no idea about some of the other stuff. In fact, i totally denied having a masochistic streak saying i wasn’t really into the pain. Maybe it’s Aaron, although definitely not a sadist in the true sense of the word, He enjoys pushing my buttons. Both of us have such intense experiences when He decides to flip that switch; i can’t tell you if it’s pleasure or pain sometimes, but it’s incredible when He leads me to that special place in my head.
It was a bit hit and miss in the beginning, to know what worked for us and what didn’t but through friends and going to some workshops we explored techniques and ideas which we’ve used either in our daily life or when we play. Master has become quite the expert both with my body and mind, knowing just how to torment me, giving me more pleasure than i thought possible as with time we discovered our kinks; all i can say is you don’t know until you try it. i never thought that i’d be into needles and sensory deprivation, but i am - both make me totally let go. i like being fully dependent on Aaron, my Master; it’s not scary but the exact opposite, it’s freeing.
We only float on the edges of the community, instead preferring to mix with a close group of friends spearheaded by Mina and her partner Ale. Since meeting her, we’ve both got a couple of people to lean on and turn to for advice or just have someone to talk to and release some of the pressure. That’s as important now as in the beginning. With Master’s permission, i stopped my blog - it annoyed me when people made unkind comments or questioned how i was feeling, so i gave it up. Although i still have to keep my written journal; Master was adamant about that and of course, He gets to read it. He’s going to be pissed that i’ve not mentioned my more recent desires in it; that’s what it’s for so He knows what i’m thinking even when i can’t put it into words. i’m not allowed secrets. Yet, i haven’t given any hint so far - i need to be sure myself, to be certain it’s what i want and not just a passing whim, but deep down inside i know, and it never bodes well when i bottle things up inside for too long. i’ll just give it a little while longer first i think.
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Getting indoors, out of the cold, the house is nice and warm as we hang up our coats up. Master’s voice purrs in my ear, “I think the privilege of low protocol has been completely lost today, don’t you?” i nod silently, it’s no surprise after my antics this morning, “Get naked, go start a bath, nice and hot, you know how I like it; I expect you to be in your Kneeling position waiting for me.” Stripping out of my jeans, i yelp from the sting of His hand as He taps my arse and we grin at each other. Once the last piece of fabric is removed from my body i take my things upstairs, folding them neatly to place them on the dresser outside Master’s bedroom.
Once back downstairs, entering the main bathroom, i turn the taps on, testing the water until it’s just how Master likes it and then kneel on the soft mat to wait for Him. It’s placed just where Master wants, cushioning my knees for which i’m thankful.
Not wanting to disappoint Master anymore today, i keep my eyes lowered slightly, my left hand clasped around my right wrist behind my back as i hear Him enter behind me. Master isn’t big on too many positions, but the few i have, He insists on being just how He likes me, no moving or talking until He allows it. Not that talking is a problem right now with the ball gag still safely keeping me quiet. The surprise of Master’s finger touching my collar, hovering a few seconds over the silver titanium then stroking over Master’s P.O.A., ‘Property of Aaron’, tattoo on the back of my neck before trailing down my spine to halfway down my back which sends a shiver of anticipation through me as He then leans over to turn off the water.
After lighting the candles, He turns off the main light, the flickering of flames and shadow instantly switching the mood, heightened by the suspense of not knowing what Master has planned. Still unmoving, i’m confused as there’s not enough water in the bath to actually have a bath, but i’m not given time to ponder this any longer as Master yarks back my head. He’s practised at knowing how much force to use to hold me in place as He leans down, His mouth stamping His claim, the kiss to my forehead applying enough force that i would have fallen backwards if His hand fisted in my hair wasn’t holding me steady.
Pulling me up onto my feet, i gulp and try to control the amount of drool, but it’s not that easy and His finger wipes away the wet saliva dripping down my chin, wiping it over my cock which is so hard it’s aching already. i don’t need to be able to see the pre-cum to know it’s there as Master’s finger teases my slit, my drool and pre-cum likely being mixed together. “I didn’t give you permission to get hard slave.” i’m pretty much trained to control my cock, but for some reason today, it’s not listening to my mental commands to soften, i’m so gonna be punished for that. Master’s not helping any, as He strokes my shaft, His hand motion twisting and turning in just the right way that it takes all my willpower not to make a sound. i haven’t been given permission for that yet either.
“Tut-tut, such a slut for it aren’t you slave.” It doesn’t matter how many times He calls me that, the blood rushes to my cheeks every time still; our eyes remain locked and Master seems more amused than cross at my failure to control my body. With His hand still in my hair, He guides me to stand in the bath, “Get in, arms raised above your head. That’s it, face the wall, you can rest your arms against it.” Master, starts to wash up my legs, swirling the soapiness with the bath sponge, massaging my thighs and buttocks as He works His way over my entire body, continuing to wash my front, all without turning me around. The warm water is flowing and trickling down my skin as He squeezes the water out to rinse the suds of my favourite soap away. i’m feeling relaxed despite being stood, the water pooled around my ankles, my forehead resting against the tiles, with my eyes closed - i love it when Master pampers me like this. Letting the water out, He towels me dry, massaging gently, tracing every contour of my body with His hands, making the experience nicely pleasurable but i know He’s up to something, and i’m intrigued just as He intended.
Seemingly finished, i wait to be instructed, “I bought you roses, I thought it was about time that you got some roses for Valentine’s Day. I had to get these special though, people are so boring these days, they don’t like what nature offers them. Look how beautiful they are, just like you slave, exquisite beauty with a sharp edge.” Opening my eyes, i see for the first time, the bunch of roses on the side, their scent filling the bathroom, the blood-red colour standing out against the white of the bathroom units. Master selects one, trailing the head over my back and thighs, the petals smooth against my skin, even when He uses it to tap my legs, a couple of the petals falling into the bottom of the bath, “Wider. Eyes to the wall. Look how hard you are, hard for my touch. I want to hear you moan for me, slave. Show me how much you want it.”
As i widen my stance, He slides the rose up my inner thigh, the petals tickling my skin, Master’s left hand curled around my shaft, stroking me with an intentionally slow rhythm, His touch so very light but enough that if He keeps it up like this it will drive me mad with need. It’s the drag down with the stem making contact that finally has me gasping, the sharp thorns scraping against my skin, as He continues down my calf and then working His way up the other leg. He must have picked up more roses as there definitely feels to be more than one as the rose heads brush against me, the relief from the scrape of the thorns is welcome but short-lived as He drags them back over the underside of my ball sac, sharp sensations in contrast to the steady massaging of my shaft. The skin of my ball sac is catching on the thorns, until it will stretch no more, springing back and i’m very glad for the gag right at this moment as i feel the trickle of blood running down my thigh. It’s when Master’s tongue slides up over my hole that has my head snapping back in pleasure before tipping it forward once more to muffle the sound of my moans into the wall, my head in-between my still raised arms; the heady mix of pain and pleasure having its effect. It’s not a heavy pain as He guides the rose thorns over my back but that doesn’t make it any less arousing, His mouth now invading my body with the occasional bite to my butt cheeks. It’s a good job that Master didn’t want me to be silent as His ministrations continue.
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i’ve lost all sense of time by the time the buckle of the gag is loosened, Master releasing it from around my face, the feeling strange after being on for a few hours. Master’s mouth crushes against mine, His tongue probing deep and His hard-on pressing against my hip. His hand returns to my cock, ratcheting up the pressure whilst trailing lightly over my back with the roses until Master releases me.
Turning me around for the first time, His finger trails down my right cheek, “You’re amazing, do you know that?” Sitting Himself down on the edge of the bath, His hand grabs mine, their tug directing me onto my knees and my mouth onto His before His hand, pressing down on my shoulder, guides my lips around His cock, the fingers of His left hand weaved into my hair, their hold tightening as i take Him deep into my throat. “Hands down by your sides slave, just your mouth.” Master’s voice is thick with desire and i know He’s close already. Not that it stops Him trailing the roses over my back, lightly whipping as i suck Him off. His fingers have now loosened but His hand remains on the top of my head, following its movement as i bring Him to the edge, His legs spread out either side of me. i'm naturally good at this and i love how i can feel Master's orgasm build; it's also very satisfying to know i'm the reason for His heightened state of arousal.
i almost miss the words, i’m so caught up in His desire and as it should be i acknowledge mine is irrelevant, only Master can decide. “Use your hand; you may cum if it’s in the next sixty seconds.” i’m so turned on, that it only takes a few strokes and i’m spilling over my hand as Master pours His seed down my throat. We are totally still for what seems longer than is probably the few seconds it actually takes, our bodies' movement momentarily suspended, with only our essence flowing until we're fully drained. Master leans downwards, kissing the top of my head lovingly. “Look at me slave.” i still have His cock in my mouth, but my arms are now dangling by my side, my spent member no longer needing any attention as it starts to shrivel back to its softened state.
Master’s sated smile tells me everything i need to know and i nuzzle into His crotch, lightly suckling which i knew i would get a giggle. Master gently pushes my face off Him and i lean into Him as He bends down to kiss my forehead, wrapping His arms around me. We remain like this for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow.
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“Come on, let me get you cleaned up and some antiseptic on these scratches. He’s starting to get up, when my hands grab His hips, pulling Him back down. His hands cup my face as our lips join once more; kissing deeply. i love how He then continues to shower me with yet more kisses.
After cradling me in His arms for a few moments, there’s a decisive kiss on the top of my head, “Come on.” Handing me the big bath towel, He guides me into the lounge, face down onto the sofa. With my head resting on my folded arms, Master cleans my body with a warm damp face cloth and then applies the antiseptic cream, “It’s just this one slight cut that is actually bleeding, the rest are just surface scratches.” Putting the top on the tube, He sits up on the sofa and pulls me into His arms, “Do you feel okay?”
“Mmmh.”
“Tired?”
“Just a little bit out of it, Master.”
“I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did?”
“You know me very well Master, thank you. It was perfect.”
Master must have been prepared because after dimming all the lights He pulls the quilt we keep down the side of the sofa over us and stroking my hair, He feeds me my favourite milkshake with a straw and some blueberries.
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It’s still not that late, but i must have fallen asleep as it's dark outside, i find myself curled up in Master’s lap, wrapped up nice and warm in the quilt, the TV on quietly in the background.
Giving Master a loving squeeze, i peer up at Him, “So, my present isn’t anything like as interesting Master.”
Returning the squeeze, i’ve never felt more loved in Master’s arms than i do now, “I’ll love it whatever slave; it’s from you.”
TBC