Don't be alarmed - I'm only going away for a week.

My Owner and I said goodbye last night and it was very difficult. We spent a lot of time last night curled up together on the couch. Neither one of us wanted to let go. It was getting late and I had to leave, but we just couldn't stop holding each other close. I was teary-eyed and He looked so sad.

Eventually, I got up to leave. He stood me in front of him and stared at me for a long time. I wasn't sure if He was going to let me go or if He was going to do something to me. He just had that glint in his eye. He snapped his fingers and I knew to drop to my knees. He stroked my hair and then ordered me to bow at his feet.

I pressed my face against the tops of his feet and, suddenly, I was hit with how much I didn't want to be without Him for the next week. I started sobbing, humbled by kneeling in front of him. I swept my hair across his feet as I clutched him around the ankles. My tears fell on the ground in front of Him. I could feel his hands caressing my back as I cried.

After a moment, He went around behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I stayed bent over as He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down around my knees. I was breathless from crying and now the anticipation. I was reeling with the shift from soft sorrow to arousal and passion.

He entered me from behind, speaking to me gently and still caressing my back. "Daddy's here, don't worry Kitten, it's okay Kitten," He cooed as we fucked slowly, feeling each other intimately for the last time for a week. "I love you."


HisGirl said...

Oh no. I am so sad. Big hugs. Hope to see you back soon.

slave karly said...

Wow. Catching up on your last few posts was exciting. you almost made this slave cry with the memories of leaving her Master and everything you go through is written so well it is just a joy to read. Oh and yes, this slave definately cares to "hear more" *giggle*.
keepers lil slave

Anonymous said...

Are you back yet?

In answer to your question about what I'd like to see as a reader (and an avid one, at that), I'd like to see more of your poignant writing about the little sweet moments you share. Interspersed, of course, by the hard use you see and seem to enjoy.

I love hearing the two together; hard use and sweet nothings. The tender words next to his sadism.

These things framed by your tender and clear writing make your blog a favorite of mine. I always look for you first on my RSS.

Enjoy, and I look forward to more.