That´s me, that´s what my Master says I am :)

And He is right. Again.  I find it so hard to wait for Him to start with, that I try to hurry all the other things that are even partly in my control. I´m waiting for my slave ring - and I wrote an email to the maker to give some ideas how to accelerate the processing of the order. Thank G*d Master just found this funny and cute and did not get angry at me.

To wear that ring will be so amazing. I am waiting to be marked on my body later, but I have started to understand Master´s opinion on waiting and looking for options and to study how my skin heals and whatever there can be to be sure that the result is satisfying. Oh, I could be marked with self made branding iron with His initials wrung in any recognizable shape, just to bear His name on me, but He wants it to be also visually stunning, and another source of pride for Him, like I try my best to be as well. So that He can look at me in a crowd and think: "That amazing creature is Mine, look how good have I made her."

To wear that ring will be so amazing. Due to our professions and positions we must be apart a lot. Sometimes I feel shame when He says: "Lill one, I am always in your heart. I AM with You, no matter where I am situated on the world map." And I beg for a mark, ring, something concrete to see, to touch...am I such a material girl? So proud in an inappropriate way; do I want to show my Master around and not the other way. Awwwwww... This makes me sometimes blush of that shame. Isn´t it enough for me that He says that He is in my Heart always? I want Him to be in my finger or my skin and HA, so that would be better then? For G*d´s  sake there is nothing as wonderful as Him loving me. And I don´t doubt His love. But I am so weak. I am an impatient lil slut. I want it all, I want it now. And still He loves me. Guides me with His strong hand.

He is so good to me. We still need to go and look for curtains to the kitchen house. 

Slave girls, I would very much like to share thoughts with you if you are allowed to correspond with other slave girls. Maybe that would easen up my burning heart, to hear maybe similar stories or something just opposite.