You see that witch no one else sees
You feel what no one felt before
You light a fire that burns brighter then the sun
You melt my inner to hotter then lava

Your eyes are my sky
Your lips are my heat
Your touch is my harbor
Your kiss is my bliss

You make me cry like no man before
You make me smile with a single word
You can make me shy with a single touch
You can make me blush with a simple phrase

Your hands touch me softly
Your whips hit me hard
Your arms gives me comfort
Your smile shows me love

Always missing
longing, aching
Undeniable torture
soul ripped in two

Aroused anticipation
heart racing
Out of breath
inaktive perspiration

Kneeling waiting
softly shaking
Lips parted
devouring intimacy

Excitedly trembling
silence impossible
Kissing unwinding
talking decompressing

Peaceful closeness
intimately snuggling
Sniffing feeling
tasting surrendering

Home
Perfection
Serenity

I commit myself freely
willingly, eagerly.

I submit my body
with love and desire
in every act of obedience.

My soul is yours
fragile and insecure
desperately needing your calm.

My heart is held
in your hands
in your heart.

Bound by love
secured by honor
locked by vows.

I pledge my life to you.
All that I am is yours.
Always and forever.

I received a very special gift from my Master, a name. My name is oestra, a feminized form of Oestrus, the Latin word meaning frenzied or in heat. Master started calling me this after I bugged Him to death with IMs while He was socializing with vanilla friends. I was quite horny and messaged Him with several different erotic scenarios that would make any Dom aroused. My frenzied state was very distracting to Him. Even though He enjoyed what I had sent, the next day He set limits for me. I have learned my lesson.

What do I see in the mirror?

I see a woman whose whole life has been spent denying and suppressing her inner being. I see a slave slut who is aching to get out, pounding at the walls of her vanilla prison. She sleeps in beds, though she knows she is not supposed to. She reclines on furniture, though she knows she belongs on the floor. She eats from dishes with silverware, though her place to eat is at her Master’s feet. She paints her fake self on every day to go out into the world to be something she is not, pining all the while to be at her Master’s side.

I wrote this letter to my Master Erik to give Him an inkling of how I feel. He affects my body, mind, heart and soul. He thought it appropriate to share with our community here at the Farm.

Eighteenth Birthday - Don Brown

Seeing Sally in all her glory reminded me of a few times years ago when the children were younger.
Pipa, the eldest thought she was a second mother to Teri and Jules. Ordering them about, slapping them when they did not react quickly enough, loving them when they had a fall.
On Pipas 18th birthday she asked if she could have a sleep over with her friends. We explained we did not really have the room but she insisted.
Ok we said, but you will have to sleep in the lounge and only 4 girls.

Catching the last
Of the trains bound for nowhere,
'Least nowhere is where
I am most likely found,

The sing-song of the bell
Signals doors' final beckoning,
My mind hardly reckoning
Orange carpeted ground.

Softest-shoe dancing
Catches my slight concern.
I look up to confirm
From whence it then hails.

And there you stand, leaning
'Gainst the silvered gilt; gleaming
That e're provides bolster
By its resolute rails.

With smiles of knowing
You not but forever,
I watch through my lashes,
In flashes of want.

Your own eyes envelope
My need to be ravished,

I lay back in the hot soapy water, the room is lit by a single candle on the edge of the bath. Slowly I'm aware of a shadow in the doorway, I would recognise the outline of my Master anywhere. I turn to face the door as my Master steps into the room, he kneels down next to the bath and leans over and kisses me on the forehead, as I turn my head to kiss him back he pulls away and just smiles. Oh how my body aches to kiss him, to feel his lips on mine.