During the time that we were together, we were much more open about our relationship in another, now defunct, forum. Milord has asked me to update this thread with the writings I posted there.

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Our meeting in February.

Las Vegas is a city I'd never had any overwhelming desire to visit. The only reason that I decided to go there for work was that it was as close as I could get to Him. We'd have 8 days together. I'd work for 4 of them, but even then, the mornings and nights would be His. As the day approached, I found myself increasingly excited. The nerves were not nearly as bad this time as before Salt Lake City. I had a better idea of what to expect - and what was expected of me. Finally, the day arrived. I stepped off the plane, found my way towards baggage claim, and there He was. Everything inside me settled when He wrapped me in His arms.

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After arriving at the hotel, you realized that you'd left your camera in the car. I've gotten used to your desire to document our time together, milord. The embarrassment I used to feel has faded. (Not completely!) It pleases you - therefore I do it.

Before leaving the room, you gave me a task. "Position 1, jeanne, waiting for my return." I panicked! Naked or not? You hadn't said. Here or there? You'd not specified. Already I was worried about making the incorrect choice. Time was passing, though, and I had to do something. Not even doing the task because of fear of messing up wasn't an option. I quickly removed my clothes and assumed the position. It gave me a chance to take a deep breath and calm my racing heart.

When you returned to the room, you walked straight over to me where I kneeled. Wrapping your hand in my hair, sliding your cock in my mouth, controlling the depth, the angle...I felt complete. Completely me, completely yours.
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It was an intense night, milord. You seemed to find special pleasure in seeing how many times you could make me cum...over and over and over. And each time I'd finally catch my breath, finally settle a bit...you'd find a way to push me a little deeper. The collar. Feeling the restriction around my throat does something to my perceptions. The feeling of independence - something I don't even notice in everyday life, begins to fade. My focus sharpens, even as my brain clouds over. The bone-deep feeling of being yours increases. Then the leash. Lifting my chin so you can snap it on, hearing that sound, feeling the weight...I stop thinking of me as an individual. At that point, milord, I'm your girl. Your possession. Your toy. My only goal is to please you, in any way you choose. Finally, the cuffs. I had been anticipating feeling you wrap them on my wrists and ankles for the first time. As you buckled each one on, I paid close attention. I didn't want to miss one moment. How I loved feeling them, knowing that at any given moment, you had the capability to use them to control my freedom of movement. You experimented for a while, trying out different ways to attach them with clips, seeing how my body would bend into certain positions. I like watching you when you're thinking, milord. Your eyes take on a glowing concentration and when you catch me watching you, your smile contains mischief and happiness and command and threat - all at the same time. Gives me the most delicious shivers!

There was more this first night - a spanking, the clamps...but what I remeber the most is your pleasure. I could feel your happiness and satisfaction rolling off you in waves, milord. Each time I came, each swat I counted - asking for another, each gasp and groan and plea...was for you.

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I woke up the next day after sleeping in your collar and cuffs. Oh how much I'd enjoy waking up like that everyday, milord. They might as well be locked on - it would feel wrong to remove them myself, of my own volition. They stay until you no longer wish me to wear them.

Today you pushed me hard. At least to me it seemed that way. After our discovery in October of the perfect angle to get my throat to open for your cock, you promised that I'd get to practice often. On Sunday, (and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday and Saturday) we did. Throughout the day I found my mouth full milord. On my knees, on my back, on all fours, bending over you...feeling that moment when your cock would slide past my gag reflex and down my throat, stealing my breath, taking my will, making me wet...

And when you slid your cock into my ass, milord...you know what that does to me. How it pushes me deeper, how in that moment I'd agree to anything you desired, how grateful I am for how and why you use my body. And later, fucking me, picking up the dildo and filling my ass again, so that I was stuffed completely...you release my inner slut, milord, the animal part of me that aches to be fucked and used and taken, over and over and over...while I cum, over and over and over... It's embarrassing sometimes, milord, how you reduce me to one big bundle of nerves and needs.

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I wanted to finish writing about our time together in February before leaving for the beach in May, but everyday life intruded. Now...as wonderful as those 8 days were...they pale in comparison. My head and heart are full of memories of my time at the beach with you, milord. I treasure each moment. The marks you gifted me with are gone now, but the imprint on my soul is there forever. It was more than I could have ever imagined, more than I hoped for, more than I deserve. Thank you.