It's a simple yes-or-no question, but my answer was longer than what he probably would have wanted.
"No, but someone is already looking to own me, that is, i am yet to be collared."
My answer stated my situation, which reminded me of how lonely i am to have no Master to serve. How i long to have Someone to do chores for, both sexual and household, for His fulfillment and mine!
Right now i can't help but feel like a piece of bread at the shop: everyone who happens to see me, squeezes me here and there, prods, smells, and wants to get a taste. And instead of developing some kind of pride from all the interest that floods my way, i again feel like the apple on top of the tree - the loneliest apple - which no one has taken the time to climb for.
The Master i wish to belong to is beyond my reach, beyond the "vanilla" dreams that i have tried to establish. But in my mind i already belong to him, because my heart beats for him, and my pearl swells for him.
i know i must make the decision to belong to him. i know when i do he will welcome me with open arms. but i am afraid, and there is no comfort to be had.
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The Man whom i love is a terrible Master, not from cruelty but inexperience and an excess of tenderness.
Today, while seated on His car as he fondled my breasts on O/our drive home, i raised myself from my seat, grabbed His head and very slowly whispered, "i want to be your slave."
His Passion rose and He sighed as if i were running my hands all over His body and getting pleasure from it. "i do. i want to belong to you. i want to be yours. i want you to use me."
He grabbed my hand and pressed it against His Crotch. i felt triumphant at what i had caused and wondered whether the next time i see Him, he would have decided to make me His slave, as i want Him to. For although i love Him very much, the promise of slavery that awaits me with someone else is more enticing than the prospect of vanilla sex.