What a great day yesterday turned out to be! Today as well!

Yes, i passed my test. I was sooooooo relieved! Master is proud. He should be. He kicked my butt into studying whereas otherwise, i probably wouldn’t have. He was the wind at my back he likes to say. I say he was the fire under my ass, lol. Either way it worked. I passed. My friend K. didn’t. She was taking the test in the booth right next to me. I thought everyone would pass. Poor K. I don’t think she had any sort of lit fire beneath her ass.

So Master surprised me. We got to stay together overnight at a realllllllly nice four star hotel out near the airport. I was delighted! He was so pleased with me, and i was floating on cloud nine the whole time. We had drinks and dinner at this really nice bar in their huge atrium lounge. What a pretty hotel. Very nice dinner, very nice company Then back to the room for fun. Although, Master got a lot of tears from his slave last night. Practically a river…. a flood.

I don’t know what it was that made him so devilish, but he took me over the edge and then some. Smacking away at my (His) poor pussy with a wooden spoon, me yowling and sobbing like the biggest baby. Well i’m sorry but that hurts! I know it makes me really wet, but still, it really hurts!

I made one mistake last night. Master wanted me to remove my bra and replace my top before taking me down to the hotel lounge. I let a ‘no’ escape my lips in a very whiny fashion, for which i was deposited on my knees, my face held still in his hands as those deep, dark eyes pierced into me, a few moderate slaps on the face and his chiding voice reminding me ‘no’ is not allowed. “Yes Master. i slipped. It won’t happen again.” Instantly soaked pussy and butterflies in my tummy.

But back to the pussy smacking, which did i mention really really hurts? It does! But Master had my wrist cuffs linked to my collar so they were pretty useless behind my neck. He had cuffed my ankles together too, but held my legs apart, graciously laying on them to keep them down while he smack smack smacked away until my pussy was swollen, tender and bruised. Then, for what reason i am not positive, Master would stop smacking and start rubbing my clit really hard and fast, which only made the pain worse! I was beside myself in pain, wetness or no! I couldn’t relax enough to get off on what was going on. It hurt too much! I feel like i disappointed him in that regard. I have a hunch he was trying to make that connection between pain and pleasure, but the pain was concentrated where the pleasure usually is! So it was not working. It only produced a new flood of tears each time; tears of pain, tears of helplessness, tears of frustration. It was a long ride. I was glad Master was in charge. It was a lot of pain, and at some point in time i felt like i was one with the pain.

I made sure Master took note that not once during the session did i say “no”. He noticed. *smile* I was proud of that. I tried to keep my legs cooperatively open as well, but succeeded only maybe half the time. As soon as i closed them though, i opened them again. I was trying to be a good girl. And i’m such a slut anyways, i would not have wanted to be anywhere else at that moment than right where i was in the midst of all the pain, all the sensations Master was giving his slave. Master’s very giving. Thank you Master.

There was this nice balcony and we were up on the fifth floor. It was chilly, probably in the fifties at best. Master liked standing outside on that balcony looking at the planes ascending and descending. It was pretty. He got me naked and took me out there with him, pushing me down to kneel before him, pressed against the cold stone wall taking his cock in my mouth. It was a hot enough scene to keep me warm actually. I worked up enough heat of my own and Master enjoyed himself thoroughly.

Bedtime was great. Comfy warm bed to sleep in right beside Master, his arm curled around me, drawing me in close. My wrists attached by a fairly long length of chain running through the d-ring in the back of my collar, and ankles cuffed and linked together. I had a little trouble settling down to sleep. I was full of adrenalin or something from the excitement of the day. Plus, every which way i turned, i seemed to have chain underneath me. Soon i drifted off to a cozy sleep, dreaming of my Master. Master can sleep like a log anywhere, lol. He drifted off right away, and it was early. But then, he gets up early. My schedule is all topsy-turvy from working third shift, so i can’t always sleep at night when i want to. But sleep eventually found me and i woke up feeling fairly rested.

Morning was very loungy and sensual, Master raping me with kisses, me all squirmy and wet. We took a shower together and again i pleasured Master’s sweet cock under the luxuriously warm water. And after having a whole night’s rest, my pussy was happily responsive to Master’s touch under that delicious shower. Ooooooh, every shower should be so sweet!

I am in such a state today. Home again, slowly coming down off of my cloud, but still feeling very very lucky, and very very Owned. I can’t tell you what a joy serving can be sometimes. I served Master by studying for that test one hour every day since early summer. I served Master well by passing my exam and earning my certification. I honored Him in doing so.

Serving makes me feel, well, complete. I get such joy out of being able to serve well. Not only that, but Master is sooo good to me. He brings out the very best qualities in me. He makes me feel so affectionate and adoring and loving. I want to lavish him all the time, but mostly i just want to be there for his desires. Even if that means lying still and being quiet while he takes a phone call. I am very glad to be there. I want Master to enjoy his property to the fullest. And really, isn’t that what it’s all about?