I knelt for him last night. Naked in my room after the house was quiet and the world had slowed. My thoughts filled with his presence, my breathing shallow as the pain settled into my knees.
The pain has become familiar once more. This is my joy, my honor to bear. I sat with my ass on my heels, my arms stretched upon the bed. I prayed as a little girl, hoping as he slept that he felt my heat and my aching desire for him over the miles and through the darkness of dreams.
Exposed and in need, I dared not touch myself. I have been feeling guilty touching myself of late. It has become a perfunctory physical maintenance. Five or ten minutes before I fall asleep or as I rise to greet the day. Is has not connected me to him. It has not honored him or served his need.
Today, we talked in text of our need for each other. Master has given me a command. Tonight I am to insert a frozen wand into my pussy and then use a vibrator to come for him. I will endure the cold pain and come for him tonight.
I feel embraced by him now. I feel the grip of his hand on my neck. I will serve his dark desire as he wishes for I am his slave and no more.