I love that picture on my blog header.  I actually took that picture from the balcony of my stateroom on a cruise to the Caribbean last winter.  Isn’t that magnificent?  The sun was streaming through the clouds as it was just beginning to set.  This picture calms me.  I have another version of it as the wallpaper for my laptop screen.

The only thing that could have made that shot more perfect is if Master had been there with me.  I so wanted to have shared that experience with him and hope that some similarly idyllic scenes await us in the future.

I have been thinking about our relationship lately in a new light.  Well, daring to wistfully imagine a bit of romance and perhaps even a bit of the Knight in Shining Armour type of Master; the one who came to take me away from it all and save me, protect me, dote on me even.

The thing is of course, that that is not how Master really is.  He is not the doting romantic.  Indeed, when I mentioned my “need” for romance he said point blank, “If you want romance get yourself a boyfriend.”  He continued to say that he might allow me a boyfriend.  I laughed and told him I didn’t want a boyfriend, and that if I had one, said boyfriend could probably be found under my foot somewhere.

I don’t.  I don’t want a boyfriend.  And I’m not so sure that I really want the romance either.  I just want to know that I’ll be taken care of; another thing I pointed out to Master.  He said, “It is in my best interest to look after you,” and, “I will always take care of you.”

He got thoughtful, was quiet for a moment, then said, “I have found it works best if I don’t deviate too much from who I am; with friends, family, at work, with you; with everyone.”  I thought about that and was silent; contemplative.

He is right.  It is best if he just stays true to who he is.  I certainly can’t make him be what I want him to be, and if he did, that would be the Master serving the property and that would never, ever do.  I would on some level feel guilty as hell and it would erode away the perfect foundation our relationship is built upon.  I am the slave and he is the Master.

When I went to him today I was greeted first with a very nice kiss.  Ahhh, romance!  Within minutes I was welcomed with a good face-slapping; something I had been craving, actually.  (Master can definitely read my thoughts)  Soon, my breasts were out and being spanked.  I was squirming mightily too.  Master stopped, took my chin to lift it so my eyes met his and said, “You be a good girl and take all that I give you.”

He continued to spank my breasts until I was in tears.  Then I found my head being pushed to the wooden floor, my lips pressed onto his shoe.  I began to kiss and really worship his feet; first one, then the other.  It put me in such a state.  I kept thinking to myself, “I am utterly devoted to you.”  I finally worked up the nerve to say it out loud, but softened it to, “I am pretty devoted to you.”  I wish I’d had the guts to say it properly.

Kneeling face-down, ass up on a hardwood floor kissing your Master’s shoes does these things to a slave’s head.  It was an act of devotion that was just what I needed.  It was absolutely perfect.  No flowers or any amount of romance could have made that moment any more perfect.

And when I was lifted by my hair so my mouth could plant itself on his marvelous cock, I expect my face was showing exactly how I was feeling at that moment; a window into my soul.  Pure peace.

Who needs romance?