Milord, one of the most important things we discussed before meeting again was atonement. I needed to atone for asking for release. Although we had not discussed details, you told me that it was something that needed to be disposed of immediately - that you too needed my atonement. It wasn't exactly punishment but was not to be a pleasant experience either. But, it was necessary for both of us to feel fully 'us' again. For me to feel completely yours again.

I can't describe the joy I felt when I saw you at the airport, milord. I felt so hesitant yet so needy. I planned to stay so calm and cool, milord. And what happened? As I approached you, sitting in the waiting area, my knees grew weak. By the time I reached you, all I wanted was to be wrapped in your arms. I practically fell into your lap, didn't I? Feeling your strong thighs holding me up, your strong arms wrapping around me...I felt safe and happy and home. As if I could finally, really breathe.

As soon as we entered the room you put me on my knees, between yours while you sat in a chair...took my throat in your hand and put your face right up to mine. Told me I was to never leave you again. That if I asked for release again you'd beat me until I changed my mind. Now I have to admit, a part of me at that moment thought 'yeah, right'........until you slapped my face. Again and again. And spit in my mouth. That shocked and surprised me - and I realized you were extremely serious. Thank God you were - I needed that, milord. Then you stood up, bent me over, and beat me 5 times with the rod portion of a crop. Hard. It was brutal, milord. And I was fighting back tears, fighting to not shame myself by begging you to stop. I was still crying when you said you forgave me and then fed me your cock so I could thank you properly.

Thank you, milord. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for wanting me. Thank you for keeping my submissive heart firmly in your grasp - and for knowing and understanding that I needed to know how deeply I am yours.