Recently, a slave and I went to a Pan-Memonium, a lovely party hosted by the gorgeous Nikki Lev in Portland, Oregon. Below, is a reflection of this evening.
From my Creature
My Mistress Creator.
I was your speechless creature. Whether I was sauntering about the room in my heels, panties and cock cage or sitting at your feet worshiping you; I was your silent, obedient creature. I felt so loved and taken care of. You looked after me and pampered me. You also almost choked me out and dug your heel into my thigh until I had an abrasion and a bruise. And that damn fan was freezing.
It was emotional-whiplash night (one of the hallmarks of our relationship) except for my center-self which felt nurtured and held closely to your beautiful warmth no matter what you did to me. You were a Goddess as usual in that beautiful see-through mesh dress. As you walked in front of me I literally couldn’t take my eyes off you. I so much wanted to please you that evening that I easily lost most of myself in my creaturedom. And in so doing I lost touch with sham and gained instead pride at being your dutiful, quiet thing.
Everything that happened that evening came from you. You shaped and made me into that particular creature. I can only hope that when I do those things and act that way I am pleasing you. And though sometimes it feels as if I don’t have any will I know that I do; I want you to control me.
From Mistress
My beloved creature silently followed me around the club that evening. I had taken his voice away from him but none of his duties. He was attentive and obedient. He was vulnerable and brave. He was, and continues to be, mine.
He gives himself to me completely, and gives me the freedom to do what I please with him. I’m not sure there’s much in this world that makes me more excited. When I take him and do my worst I feel elated, majestic, predatious and later on, strangely calm and balanced.
He is my precious creature.
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