As I lay here listening to the wind howl around the house,my mind is settled.

I’m thinking of Sir, and the past couple of days, he has given me pleasure, laughter,and peace. We have fucked, cuddled and kissed, my entire body is so sore, but I am so happy
Every move I make, reminds me where he has left his mark.
There are bruises, bite marks and scratches, not only on me,but also on him, as well.

Tonight we went out to dinner, he had me slip off to the restaurant bathroom to edge for him.

There were women coming in and out of the rest room, the stall door had cracks around it, I could see them as they walked by,they could have seen or heard me,if they were more aware, maybe they did.
This did not deter me, his instructions were to edge there.
I stood there with my skirt hitched up, feet spread, fingers circling my wet clit, my cunt saturated, all for him, my Sir

I asked myself, who is this woman?

The answer is simple; I am his.

His toy, his slut, his kitten, his BabyGirl, whatever he wants of me. I am totally his.
I returned to our table and sat across from him, he looked into my eyes, he whispered, good girl.
Thank you Sir,I replied.