Among the many girls, even very young, who write to me, some are looking for a simple board. Others that maybe are in a time of loneliness and bewilderment would perhaps feel comforted.
In some rare cases when our expectations are very similar, and desires coincide, if we are comfortable with, soon the bravest pronounce the sentence on which they were meditating maybe for months or years: “I am very lonely and sad, want to be my Master?”
I rarely say yes, but at times it can happen .
It happened about a month ago, he wrote me a girl telling me: “I'm 19 years old and have never been happy with my parents. And yet, I need a help, and I am afraid of what the future could bring me, they are totally defenseless, I understand that I need a Master to get in the way.” We talk on the phone every day and was born a beautiful story, even though we have never met really. She is in love only the sound of my voice, and slowly it's become an obsession. We decided to see each other for the first time after his exams at the completion of the age. And that is, in a few months.
One day I receive from you these words:
after more than 10 days now I had the time to stop by, re-read and reflect. He's changed a lot in my life from when I wrote that email… Apparently they are the same, but on the inside I have a storm of emotions very strong. She made me see things in a different light and suddenly everything seemed to be in the right place. I understand that I must simply keep his eyes low and his head bowed, kneeling before my Master and ask him to sculacciarmi to feel better, because he will keep me in my place. And nothing has more sense if it was a function of her, of its approval or punishment… It does not matter… Indeed, as he said yesterday, Pain and Love not the case rhyme, I feel so pervaded’love to feel l’urgent need to experience pain to show her how much I love her and how good I am. I know I have lost control in most of the a’occasion,and a lack of respect, but I am still young, I'm learning and every day I feel mature slave in me.
Every time I hear his voice my heart bouncing in my chest and I am so happy that I feel like crying and I don't know what will be my reaction when I will be able to stay at his feet. It could be a need of a purely physical, but my need to be controlled and guided by you and no one else. And if you ask me what I want most of all the rest, I would have slaps strong on my pussy virgin and cry for her, can make myself small, hugging her legs to thank her and to feel her hand which she caresses the hair. This is the scene that I see every night, and it is his warm voice, penetrating me to the cradle. I hope I can be enough for her, really I hope so.
I have never met a person who could read me in this way, a person who is able to create a sexual tension tangible only through a&#8217; idea, that of master and slave. And now I find myself thinking that everything is in my hands I could destroy the l’opportunity that is giving me life, I would just Worship her as a God, licking every inch of his skin with devotion and above all, to be punished and feel the full force of my Master. The movie yesterday was only the tip of the’the iceberg that has made me burst into tears without control, for me, it was a revelation to discover to be a slave, but it was an even greater surprise to see how my heart became day by day more and more of His.
Thanks Master, love his little girl.”
These words are very beautiful and the history was beginning to be seduced a little bit of me. It was cool, dear, he was a passionate of punishments and proud to still be a maiden.But something was wrong, then I understood and I asked her how old he really, and she, weeping, he confessed that he had lied for fear of being rejected, and in fact he was 17 and a half. And then again : I lied, I was wrong but I did it in bad faith… I didn't know how could a seventeen year old concern to a Master of his level to a man, a strong and structured. I would love to be that white canvas on which to paint, I would simply like to annullarmi in his arms and feeling like an object, humiliated and used, but still His and this would be enough to fill my heart d’love. Are in love and are sincere, I was wrong to not tell the truth from the beginning.
This whole story is born from the pure and simple curiosity of a young girl that lives in the void and this however, doesn't take away the right to have a master to keep his place and punishing her properly. I know that you can't do anything about it that should still see me and test me to see if I can go well, I know that there are thousands of girls more beautiful, more devout, more sweet, but no more love. I'm getting better,when I speak I keep my gaze low and in the knee without panties I feel small and vulnerable. I find it a beautiful word in front of her I want to be Vulnerable. I hope to regain in some way his confidence, I hope I can still be his little girl to be molded as clay to the white page…I still love you as a father because he gave me life with his words, his stories are forming a new person, a new creature that worships as a God. I love it, totally and completely more and more every day.
I am naturally a bit angry but, I never liked it anyway, not for the inability to meet, which would have been possible under certain conditions, but for his lies.
It was enough to say it clearly and maybe a solution could be found, but the lies are the absolute evil because they undermine the mutual trust and destroy a relationship that could arise in a clear and clean way. The end result is that a story that could work is lost, and nothing can be born, why the lie, even if good faith is sterile.
Then, girls don't do it, don't lie because it’man who do you want to win for you or lose it for ever.