And We Just Keep Moving Forward...

The furniture arrived yesterday. Zack had been giving me a bit of grief about how much I spent on the furniture. He has been forced to live in an apartment without any furniture except a mattress on the floor and a chair for the past year, and as such has become sort of a "minimalist" - albeit enforced. I told him that if I am going to spend any time there I need certain things. I had just spent 5 days there sleeping on pillows on the floor. That was more than enough for me. Much more than enough.

The delivery men (and they were definitely cute!!) brought the TV in first. A 40" HD LCD. I thought Zack was going to faint. "what do you need THAT for???" I told him it was the same as the one I had in my bedroom at home, so get over it. (he was getting very sassy and it was starting to irritate me). Then came the TV stand. Then the bed. The glorious bed. The centerpiece of the entire place. The play-pen. The delivery guy put it together. They brought in the dresser and the nightstand. Zack stood there with a completely confused look on his face. "I hope you got a good deal with the purchase of all this". I told him it was a very good deal - half price (including taxes) and he was looking at $6000 worth. Lol. He tried very hard not to have a stroke. I have no idea why it's a big deal to him.   HE ISNT PAYING FOR IT.

We got left with assembling the kitchen table and chairs, so I put Zack to work. I made the bed. After 1 chair was assembled, I called him to come and try the bed out. I'm sure you know what came next. By the time I was done with him a couple of hours later, he was very happy his wise Mistress bought such a great bed. He said he beleived he would get ot like it so much that he would never leave. I told him that was my plan.

It was a great afternoon: building furniture, fucking, eating- I make him some scrambled eggs and toast (he has to keep up his strength ). I am going out of town next week, so I left him with a list of chores: Assemble the rest of the furniture, wash the dust off of it all, shampoo the carpets (they never did get done) and whatever else he can find to do. it has to be done by the time i get back there on Thursday evening.

His discipline is on hold until I get everything set there. Once it's complete.. well, let the games begin!!

Zack's been a bad boy...

Well, not really. Just sort of. He sent me an email on Tues asking if he could come over "even if its just to do the dishes". I know him, though. He's such a slut, a whore and will sell himself out to me for any chance of being fucked. I decided all he was going to do was the dishes.

When he arrived, I ordered him to strip and get busy in the kitchen. This was a first for me - I've never had a house-maid before. I think I might have to get him a french maid's apron; how cute would that be with his cock tenting it out because of his raging hard on. Because when I went into the kitchen, there he was- naked, washing dishes with a huge erection. I couldn't resist.

I went over and started kissing him and stroking his cock. All he could do is say "I like this.." In a very dreamy voice, over and over with a glazed over look. I left and went into the bedroom.

When he was done in the kitchen, I ordered him to the bedroom and to lay down on the bed. I had decided I WAS going to fuck him after all, but told him he had better not come or he was going to "get it", he would be in significant trouble.

And then I fucked him. I mean I held him down and FUCKED him. And it was during this that my devilish plan was born. You see, Zack is very good at holding off. He is actually a very obedient slave. So much so that I'm not getting the fun of punishment. So, I decided that I had to push him- push him, push him so hard he would have to fail. I am such a bitch! Lol

Poor guy, he really tried. I have to give him credit, he was almost successful, I almost came before he did. I was feeling very aggressive and very possessive and I let him know it. I had him by the hair and whispered the words that he simply can not resist. When I call him my fucking slut, my whore, that I own his body and I will use him like the piece of meat he is, when I have him by the hair and his head pulled back while I growl these words in his ear- well, he's a goner.

And he went over the edge. I think he actually tried to hide it, by pulling me closer to him. But he knew that he couldn't get anything passed me, as he whispered "I am in so much trouble".

I laughed - and told him he most certainly was. I can't wait! My furniture arrived today. When I get everything set up - the new "dungeon" will be in full swing and Zack will be a very willing recipient- because he truly is a total whore and will do anything, endure everything I deliver for the change of getting fucked.

He is so transparent.
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Reflections...

It feels so good to be here and to be here (at this point in my life) with Zack is a bonus. He fulfills my every need - even my need to be a bitch at times.

I can almost see him quiver with anticipation when that is how I am on any given day. Where others always head for the hills when the bitch shows up, Zack gets excited. It feels good to know I can be myself with him. I will confess, there are still those moments when I get insecure and worry that if I am a bitch or if I have to discipline him, he will leave me. I constantly try to get past that. Once the apartment is set up, Zack's training will begin again in earnest. Watch this site for the details.

His training will include a wide range of activities. Zack has ADD. I do as well but not to the extent he does. I want to train him to focus. Oh, I know he won't be perfect, no one is, but Zack tends to use his ADD as an excuse. We are going to work on that. Training is also going to include new ways I will use him, use his body, to dominate and control him. He knows what's coming - I want to dominate him ultimately and that include fucking his ass. There will be no better way to demonstrate my total ownership of his body; the idea of this excites me greatly. I think when I reach this level of control there will be nothing greater. I will have accomplished what we both want and need.

I know this causes Zack some anxiety, this is very much uncharted territory for us both. But his comfort and safety is first and foremost in my mind. I hope he can trust me when I say I promise pleasure like he has never experienced before. And in doing that for him will bring me immense pleasure as well.

We have come too far, *I* have come too far to be happy without a slave, without submission- I want that submissive to be Zack. I want my sexual slave to be Zack so it is important to me not to fuck this up.

It feels very good to have this apartment. It is a lot closer to Zack than my other home. I feel much more content just being in closer proximity to Zack. It doesn't necessarily mean we will be able to spend more time together (although I hope we will) it just feels good having a place for us, a "dungeon" for us and to know he is near.

I am going to be more demanding. I am going to be more disciplined myself. I am going to be more structured. And both of us are going to be so much happier for it.

What's the expression? "A future so bright I gotta wear shades".
That's us.
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Sarah is an incredible woman

My cock is hard for Sarah again, but I can't visit her. She has instructed me to stay away this afternoon, so I am trying to work. But I'm obsessing again.

I felt so good in the apartment on Friday. Sarah was angry at me and as I read the post below, I now know that I will be disciplined for being slow to return. I will accept that.

Sarah doesn't realize how good she looked upon my return. Even though she was pissed at me, I was so happy to see her, especially when she's in her Dominatrix attire. I feel like I've come home at those times.

She's an incredible woman. And when she fucks me as an Alpha Bitch, I'm in the best place I could ever be. I feel good about myself when I am very successful with orgasm control with her. She deserves a hard cock anytime she wants it—and it's my job to supply this on demand, if this is what she desires.

I'm not going to be very successful if I'm so busy coming for my own pleasure. This is about Sarah's pleasure. My pleasure comes from seeing her take charge.

She fucked my face so perfectly on Friday. My tongue was a little sore at night. That's a sign that she has done everything perfectly.

I love Sarah so much.

Zack
xoxox