Your slave

Today, as i told you by phone, I’ve been concerned… don’t know exactly if its result of my carelessness for not doing things on time, or for all the nights that I could not sleep because you are not here, and the low happiness now that I can use that you call “my place” in our bed.

This remoteness, gives me time to regret, and try to dismember the stored memories, desires, wishes, that you caused on me, and I beg, you still making me feel that, for a long time.

I remember, like it was yesterday, your voice, unknown to my ears, the first call, and now days, I wait next to the phone so badly throughout the day.

When we’ve signed the contract, that where I accepted To be Yours, and you to own me, never imagined I would be immensely happy.

Soon, we’ll have 2 years on this relation called 24/7, and I can say with great satisfaction that I’m complete, and every day I wake up I thank you for let me be you bitch, your slut, your slave (although I miss the floor and be a naughty bitch) 24 hours, 7 days per week, I’m completely yours.

In my mind there’s nothing else but you, and making you feel proud and happy for being my master. That you need to say “ Remember, doggie style and with your panties on your mouth ”. And feel that the only way that I can say. I’m coming its repeating … “I am my Master’s Bitch, his whore, his slave”.

Forever your obedient bitch

Nadu {DA}