11 Elements of an M/s Relationship

First element is honesty

Complete and total honesty between the slave and Mistress. Without such honesty, the relationship can not exist in it's fullness; from honesty all things grow.

Second element is trust

Trust grows from honesty. Only through the knowledge that the Mistress is, and always will be, completely honest can the slave also give complete trust, and only through the knowledge that the slave is completely honest with Her, can the Mistress trust the slave.

Third Element is respect

Respect for each other grows from the knowledge of complete honesty and the giving of complete trust.

Fourth Element is submission

The slave must willfully and completely submit to the Mistress. This he can do because of the trust he has in Her.

Fifth element is possession
The Mistress fully possesses the slave - his  thoughts, mind, body and soul. The slave gives himself completely to the Mistress and the Mistress assumes ownership of the slave. Everything that was his is now Hers to do with as She sees fit.

Sixth element is obedience

The slave must always obey the Mistress's every comand. He obeys not only because he is owned and possessed but because he desires to please his Mistress in every way he can.

Seventh element is caring and devotion

The Mistress cares for the slave and will always be devoted to his welfare. The slave must care for the Mistress and be devoted to Her well-being as well. The slave serves, not only out of duty, but also out of his devotion to his Mistress. He must learn Her every desire; Her every whim is to be his life. His destiny is to serve with all of his soul because of this devotion.

Eighth element is protection

The Mistress assumes the responsibility of complete and utter protection of the slave. He is Her property and as such is to be protected at all times from all harmful influences, be it from another person or society at large.

Ninth element is honor

To be a true Mistress, She must have honor in every action She takes, in every thought She thinks.  The slave must honor his Mistress and do everything in his power to protect that honor through his own actions, words and thoughts.

Tenth element is friendship

The most lasting relationships are based on friendship while the Mistress Dominates and the slave serves. They must become friends or the relationship is doomed.

Eleventh element is love

If,and only if, all the previous elements have been met can love bloom between the Mistress and the slave.  This is the greastest of the elements, the most difficult to attain but at the same time the most fragile and strongest. It binds the Mistress to the slave and the slave to the Mistress with an unbreakable bond - the bond of love. http://blackoasisskjern.tripod.com/blackoasisofskjerntruegor/index.html

Still Here... and Still Now...

I'm not sure when I will get back to the reiteration of our journey - not today, anyway. Like a dog with a bone, I am going back to the day before yesterday.


Like most slaves do, Zack has glossed over the parts where he wasn't being the perfect slave. He is not going to be happy that I share that here, but that's life. He is a slave in training, and that training does not always consist of pleasantries. Sometimes that training consists of admonishment - when rebuke is necessary as correction. Public admonishment just might get my point across - simply giving the instruction doesn't seem to work very well.


Admittedly, the visit ended very well, and I shared that yesterday. It actually allowed Zack to save the day. Zack is smart - even when he doesn't think he is. But I'm smart too.


In his post, he said "It was a rough day, and I won't bore you with all the details about how I was feeling".  (Nice try, Zack. You really didn't think you were going to slide that one by your Mistress, did you?)


When we first met, I drove a large SUV that we nicknamed the "Beast". I would pick up Zack in the Beast and we would spend some time together - talking, making out. Last year, I got a new car - I LOVE my car. It's smaller than the Beast, but I figured out this summer that it can actually be quite roomy in the back seat - enough room for me to fuck Zack. The new car was aptly named (by Zack) as the "Fuckmobile". When the Fuckmobile rolls into town, I have the ability to call Zack's ass out - as his Mistress.


But I am reasonable, I am a part time Mistress. Our lives are complicated. Zack has many Masters and i am at the bottom of a long line of people calling the shots for him. These are people he HAS to perform for. These are people more important to his life for a variety of reasons - employer, family and yes, wife. There are times when I simply do not fit, when I am optional in his life. I understand that and I am ok with that. I have choices as well - I do not have to be a part time Mistress. There are other worms out there who would love to be on the receiving end of my crop, or my strap-on.


At this point in my life, I have chosen Zack under these terms. He is a very lucky slave.


And the day in question was one of those times when I was "optional". 


I have given Zack instruction that if I do come to town and he is busy with work or other demands (I know he could be in a meeting, or deeply involved in his work) he is to tell Me. I understand that, I GET THAT.


I had stopped by the day before, had seen him and knew how tired he was. When he got into the car this time, I expected to see his exhaustion and to hear him unwind, to vent even, about the demands made on him, which is exactly what he did. However, it took a bit for it to sink in - it was Me he was venting about, that his angst was as a result of Me stopping by - not only that day, but the day before as well. I was a little taken aback by this. I reminded him again that if he is busy he is to TELL ME, that I expect his honesty about this. I would never be upset, this would not disappoint me because I understand. Zack does not upset Me,   he does confuse Me at times.


His response was that he didn't tell me he was busy, because he wanted to see Me - this right after saying that it is very hard when I call and he "has to drop everything to come out to the car". So, when he got into the fuckmobile, he was conflicted - torn between wanting to see me and staying with his work. Whether he intended it or not, I felt it was My fault he was feeling this conflict. I reminded him that there was no way of Me knowing if he was busy, and that I had instructed him in the past that it was his responsibility to communicate with Me honestly.


I told him to go back to work. I actually wanted to kick his ass out of the fuckmobile right then and there. He didn't want to go; he put his arm around Me, kissed Me and as always happens, I melted. He was very right - I had not planned on fucking him that afternoon. But fuck him, I did. Actually, I FUCKED him.


Looking back, I think the orgasm I experienced that afternoon, there in the backseat of the fuckmobile, was so explosive because it was related to Zack's behavior - it was as if it were his punishment. I was going to have the best orgasm ever - and he was not. I suspect it is going to be some time before he get's that opportunity again - that opportunity to blow his wad inside me, inside my mouth or my pussy.  Oh, I will make sure he gets lots of arousal - I know exactly how to turn him on, but to actually orgasm???? Not on your life. There is work to be done before that happens again.


Oh, and Zack, darling, the next time we get a play session, I assure you, the crop will get a much better workout. You have a lesson to learn. This relationship is about what ***I*** want, not what you want. If I come to town and call you, and you are busy, I don't care if you want to see me regardless. You are to be honest and tell me you are busy. Am I making myself clear???


Trust me, you will be tested again - and probably very soon.

Sarah showed a different side

Sarah's last post gives you an indication why I'm so happy with her. I just got so hard reading it because it brought me back to that moment. I am a slut for her. I'm proud to write this. I'm hoping she expands my boundaries. She already has with her pure love, which is accompied by such delicious carnal desire.

I don't fuck Sarah. She fucks me. She takes me and devours me. If she thinks my cock was bigger than normal yesterday, it's because she takes me places I've never been before. I get such a sense of relaxation in her presence. I feel I can tell her anything without judgement.

I want to be in a collar and on a leash (see photo above) and pleasing her that way. It feels good when she tugs on her leash. I feel like I belong to her. This is the best feeling I can ever have.

I love you Sarah.

Zack
xoxoxoxox

In the Here and Now...

It appears that I am going to shift back and forth between past and present – at some point the two will meet. I have to wonder what will happen then. A colossal explosion as they collide?

Zack will lead you to believe that this is boring. He is probably right, but it is important to me to get this all down - it's the main reason I started this blog in the first place. It would be a challenge to relay the development of this relationship of ours if we started with today, now wouldn't it?

I was surprised that he didn't comment on my 2nd date post, but it's fine. He is a bit of an enigma at times - Zack doesn't want to look back, to re-hash what has been. But he doesn't want to look forward either, so it's simply the here and now.. I'll do my best.

Zack beat me to the events of yesterday. It was interesting reading his perspective. He is such a slut. He loves me using him for my pleasure and I am always happy to oblige him. He was right - he does have a huge gorgeous cock, and although I didn't tell him, it was particularly huge yesterday. I love the way he tastes. I will admit, I AM a little greedy - I want it all. I love making him cum in my mouth. I love the way he tastes, I love the feel of his juices sliding down my throat, and I love that I can "taste" him for hours later.


But I also love it when his big cock slides inside me, it is one of the best feelings in the world. I love the feeling of him inside me - he positively fills me up. And I love having his underneath me - I'm a Top in more ways than 1. But there will be much more about that at a later date.

 Oh yeah, I love fucking his face - the feel of his mouth on my pussy is delicious!!  It took me a while to get to this point, but now I want it all.. all the time. Tying him up and sitting on his face is one of my favorite activities!

Zack will tell you I am pretty much insatiable, and he would be right. I can never get enough of this man. Well, except yesterday - yesterday, he blew my mind. That orgasm was positively explosive.

But, you have read his observations and perspective of yesterday's events, so I won't bore with my own rendition. I don't want anyone to fall asleep, right Zack?  :-)

I am Sarah's fucktoy

Sarah has been telling you the stories of our early dates and I know she wants to go through all of this. And that's fine for those who want to hear this. But I have a hunch that if anyone is checking into this blog, they want to hear something vivid and sexual, too.

Yesterday, Sarah drove to a parkade near where I work. She called me out. It was a rough day, and I won't bore you with all the details about how I was feeling. Sarah eventually got me relaxed. Then she let me know she wanted me to unzip my pants, which I did in the back seat of the car.

She tells me that she likes my cock. There's nothing better you can tell a man than this (written with a big big smile). Then she started slowly sucking on it. Right there in the back seat. It's a good thing she has tinted windows.

I started feeling so good. I love the look of her head going up and down this way. It's so sensuous. I told her that I wanted her to fuck me, like only she can. She said she didn't plan on this...as she was pulling down her panties.

She instructed me that I was not to come. This was for her pleasure. And she climbed on top of me, took me inside her, and started grinding her hips. My hard cock was so swollen that it didn't slide in at first. She had to work it, but as she became more lubricated, I pushed in deeper.

I love the sounds Sarah makes as she gets close to orgasm. My job was to sit there and let her take her pleasure. Which she did. Fully. Completely. I think she had a great orgasm. And like a good obedient fucktoy, I didn't come. I felt so good giving her this pleasure. I love Sarah. Just writing this makes me want her to do it again.

I'm not going to give away too much about our relationship because I don't want to spoil Sarah's narrative. But I would like to read any comments by anyone who might have stumbled across this blog. It's a turn-on for me to know that somebody might be reading this.

If so, you can ask any questions you like. I love being Sarah's slave.....her fuck slave. I want her to enjoy my hard, swollen cock.

Back to the Journey...

Now where was I before I got caught up in Zack's additions to this blog?? Oh yes, we had experienced Date # 2...

The next couple of dates were equally as much fun, but for the record, it seems that date #2, even after all this time, is our favorite, the most magical, the one that really set us on this path. The next date we had was a hike.. a hike that was to have taken about 2 hours, but ended up taking us 4! We actually got lost! I didn't mind in the least - I was lost on a mountain with Zack. He was so obvious. At points, he would get himself postioned behind me - he did confess it was to look at my ass in my black yoga pants, rather than to ensure my safety - he is such a MAN! :-). It was a lot of fun, despite getting lost. Of course, you know it wasn't all hiking - we stopped to make out several times, and I became acutely aware of how aroused I was being with him, and how aroused he was - easily recognized by the huge bulge in his pants. As time passed, the more I wanted to get to know that bulge intimately.  I had no idea how I was going to orchestrate that, but somehow I was going to figure it out - and soon. It was becoming more and more apparent to me how very much I wanted to get naked with this man and find out as much about his body as I possibly could. I wanted to feel his cock inside me, I wanted to know what making love to him would be like.

Sex had never been a priority in my life - and my experiences before and during my marriage had been far less than satisfactory. I had lost my virginity at the age of 16 - I was considered "slow" in this regard, as my friends had been having sex for a few years already.  I was so naive'- I was 14 before I experienced my first kiss and that was a terrifying experience for me. My mother had committed suicide when I was 10, and being the only girl, there really wasn't anyone to tell me all about the "birds and bees". All I knew was what I saw on TV and what I had read in a book of my oldest brother's about venereal disease - how pathetic is THAT? What I "knew" from TV was that a man and woman would kiss, and the next thing you knew, she was pregnant. (I'm sure you can see where this is going) When I experienced that kiss (and he was gorgeous too, btw) I wanted it, but I was also positive I was going to get pregnant from this as well. What a beautiful baby we would have! lol. My first sexual experience was basically a "here goes nothing" episode. It was rough, painful, and very unsatisfying. When it was over, he drove me home, and I never really saw him again, even though we had been dating for several months, and I had even met his family. My assumption was that I was simply a "lousy lay". I had a few more of those types of instances before I got married. I had rarely experienced good sex even with my husband, so it really surprised me and caught me a little off guard to be so attracted and aroused by Zack - this was very new for me.

Our last "pre-sex" date ended up to be a very funny story. We had decided to skip a few hours of work one beautiful summer morning. Zack and I met at a park where we walked, talked, found another rock <vbg> and ended up in my car making out and talking. We spent a couple of hours together before we decided it was time to get to work for both of us. Zack got out of my car and I went to start it - but no deal. My car would not start. I was very surprised and at that instant the anxiety set in for me. I had to resort to calling a towing company to come and see what was wrong. I was very anxious that somehow my husband would learn that I had been there with another man - that someone at the park would recognize me and tell him. Always the gentleman, Zack refused to leave until I was on my way - even though he too needed to get to work. The longer we had to wait for the tow truck, the more anxious both of us became. We talked, trying to pass the time in relative calm, but as the minutes ticked by, our anxious states mounted - exactly WHEN was that stupid truck going to arrive??? At last, after another hour and a half, it did arrive. And when it did, we both experienced the same reaction - complete and total disappointment! lol. The car started immediately after getting boosted - I had drained the battery playing the radio while we sat in the car earlier. We were doing great - lost on the previous date, stranded on this one. But both times, we got added time to get to know each other better, to learn that we wanted each other - in every way. The foundation had been laid - and soon, so would we be.

Learning new things

Sarah has posted links to other sites she enjoys visiting. Before I saw this list, I had no idea that she had done so much reading about BDSM. I was able to visit some of these sites this morning, which created intense arousal. It gives me pleasure to know that my Mistress is such an ardent student of BDSM. This further increases my level of trust, though I already trust her implicitly.

I love her psychological Domination--when she gets that look in her eye that commands me to obey or else I will face unpleasant consequences. A little fear can be extremely sensuous. What Sarah may not fully recognize is it's not so much the fear of physical consequences, but the trepidation I feel over the possibility of her rejecting me.

Sometimes when I'm at work, I can get nothing done because I'm feeling so immersed in the experience of being Sarah's loving submissive. I need the collar. I need her control. When she takes me on a leash, I feel like I've truly come home. There's something very sensuous about being dragged on a leash by Sarah.

Maybe it's because in that moment, I feel truly owned.

The depths of my emotion..

 I am beginning to understand. Reading how this relationship makes Zack feel gives me immense pleasure as well. The problem is that now I just can't get enough of him.

Opening up...

I feel like I can be increasingly open with Sarah. Things that I never knew I would be interested in have suddenly acquired a forbidden appeal. If you look at the image above -- a man in a collar, there to please Mistress -- you get a sense of how I enjoy serving Sarah. I derive immense pleasure from being ordered to please her. When she looks at me with a somewhat menacing stare, I drift into a state of sexual and romantic bliss as I strive to give Her what She deserves: devotion. A slavelike devotion. After all this time, I still don't think she fully comprehends the extent to which I would go to please her. When she orgasms all over my face, I feel complete. I have been a good loving slave. I have given Mistress the respect and the devotion she deserves. I don't need an orgasm myself. Serving her is more than enough of a reward.

With the signals...

on this site, you know that I am Sarah's loving slut. I hope you're enjoying reading about the evolution of our relationship. Stay tuned. It's going to get more interesting.

Z

And so it goes...

I have no intention of going into so much detail for every date we have ever had - that would be waaaaay to strenuous and waaaaay too boring. Zack wants me to get to the "good stuff" - I will try to get there as quickly as i can, but i still need to do the preliminary work, to add the "meat" to the story, so to speak.

The most important thing I can add at this point is that although this new relationship may have had a high level of lust to it, there was something more, something very different from anything I/we had experienced before. There was a connection, one that went beyond anything phsyical. From the very beginning there was never a moment of discomfort, there were never any of those "awkward silences", and never have been, even when we aren't talking. I know this sounds corny, but I am convinced that this is not our "first time around". I think we were destined to meet now because we have an unfinished relationship from another life. We are our destiny.

I felt something for this man I hadn't felt for any other human being - not friends, family, not my children, not my husband. I came to realize there was nothing Zack could say, nothing he could do, nothing he could tell me that would change the way I felt about him. It took only an instant to understand that there were no "conditions" on my relationship with him, on the way I felt about him. That feeling only gets more intense, more ingrained as time passes. I'm not sure he came to that thought about me until recently, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. He is my world.