sub or not?

anastacia,

Are you Mine? Are you My sub? If so, start thinking like one. Start acting like one.

I realize you have a job in which you cannot be submissive. Okay, fine. But, when you're talking to Me, you need to remember your place.

When you call to tell Me you need to stay after a meeting with a client to have lunch and shmooze, at least pretend you are actually asking for permission. I know you can't say, "May i please stay and have lunch with my client, Sir?" you could, however, say something like, "my client would like to go to lunch so we can get to know one another. Is there anything happening there that i need to come back for right now?" Do you think I would instruct you to not go to lunch in such a situation? Of course, not.

I have been far too forgiving and far too lenient. My willingness to try and let things like this slide probably has caused a fair amount of My recent stress and feeling of needing to step away for a couple of days as anything. That was not a pleasant experience for either of us. Assuming you want Me back to 'normal,' you need to start behaving appropriately. My property doesn't tell Me what she's going to do, she asks permission.

Now, be a good girl and write Me an apology. Tell Me how sorry you are and what you'd do to make amends.

Frederick

Post

I did post at My blog after all. It wasn't the one I started before. I got another idea and went with it. Hope you like it!

Work or Play?

I keep telling myself I need to work. I keep telling you I need to work. I know that it's true; I am so far behind I don't know how I'm going to catch up. Yet, . . .

I can't concentrate. I can't stop thinking of you. The way you look. (Have I told you today how gorgeous you look?) The way you feel. (Damn, I love the way you feel.) The way you smell. (Mmmm.) Your beautiful eyes. Your hair. (The color I wanted.) Your legs. (I don't know if I prefer looking at them or touching them. Thankfully, I don't have to choose.)

Perhaps I'm wrong, but you haven't seemed eager to submit this week. Well, if that's true, I need you to get over it. I realize I've made some mistakes. Fine. I'm willing to take responsibility for My failings. Now, I need you to forgive Me and move on. I need you. I need to Own you. I need you to feel Owned.

I know you still want Me. I know you still want "this." I believe you still want to feel Owned and to be Owned. If you haven't been feeling that way, I apologize. You are, have been, and will always be My Most Prized Possession.

What I Want

According to the second 'quick' definition (on the right side of this page), I want to spoliate you. Care to be spoliated?

My trip to the room...

You sent me to the room to finish what you started (even if only in my head). i was disappointed because i wanted You to finish me. When i got there, i imagined you grabbing me by the throat and throwing me against the wall. Your other hand pulling up my skirt and ripping aside my panties. i groaned as your fingers found the little hard nugget of my clit through all my wetness. Oh, You know how to work me. But, although i want this, which is why i called You to tell you how i was feeling this morning, this is about your power. You own me even when You are not with me. It is enough to make me drip without even a touch. i love the power You have over me, being controlled by You.

Your mouth on mine thrusting your tongue in and out. i am having a hard time breathing and You seem to read my mind, relaxing your hand around my throat for just a few seconds. Your fingers find my opening and press up inside. i inhale sharply and you again tighten your grip around my throat. My hands fly to your hand at my throat. Although i am having a hard time catching my breath, i do not try to pull your hand away. i just encircle your wrist and accept the power and pain inflicted on my body. i embrace it and it heightens my senses. There is no talking here, just breathing.

My body responds to your touch and as i cum my muscles tighten around your fingers inside me. i would fall to my knees if you were not holding me up. i want to fall to my knees and take your cock in my mouth.

You let go of me, straighten my skirt, and tell me i am dismissed...for the moment.

Happy "V" Day

No, not vagina day or veggie day. (Hee hee...yes, a meager attempt at being funny.)

Happy Valentine's Day!!! Will You be mine?

Missing you tremendously.

Avec amour,
anastasia

What A Man Wants

After our recent conversation, I found this interesting. I don't agree with all of Average Joe's choices, but the general gist of it is about right. The first sample (the big picture of the girl in the black dress and boots) is a '10' in my book.

That is, assuming you are the one and only '11'.

In you

In you, I see a gorgeous and feminine lady.
In you, I see a bold and daring professional.
In you, I see a sexy and uninhibited partner.
In you, I see everything a woman can and should be.

And, last but not least . . .
In you, is exactly where I always want to be.