The Solitude of a Slave
Dedicated To My Loving Dominant, Master Alan
©Copyright By Master Alan’s princess July 2005
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Being apart from Master is by far the most difficult task that I have to deal with. There are so many things that happen to me that I have great confusion on how to overcome them. A true slave is totally committed to her Master. From the moment I awaken to the moment I fall asleep my thoughts are of my loving Master. I worry so when I am alone. My thoughts turn to his immeasurable desire for sex. How can I service him when he is two hours away? I feel that it is my responsibility to care for his every need. What happens when we are apart? Is it about trust? I feel frustration with this word. I want so desperately to believe in his words, but I’ve never had what I have wanted in life so it is hard to believe that it is solely me that he needs. My dream is to live with him, be his

Alpha slave. He says I will be moving to him soon. Why do I worry then? I know him well enough that other people on occasion will be included in our play. And I will never try to change that because it is something he needs. We both understand the need for me to serve and fortunately Master uses me and gives me such great pleasure in doing so. But I need him daily. I want to be in his domain. To clean and cook for him, bathe him and massage him nightly. To be at his bedside awaiting his words “Come to me princess.” The ache I feel inside me is the worst pain I have ever endured. I need my Master. To feel the stroke of his hands aside my face, the softness of his gentle kisses. The sound of his voice authoritatively giving me instructions on what to do and when. All of my senses filled with him. Master, loving Dominant, with his sadist side, twisting and pulling at my nipples to make his manhood swell. So paradoxical with his loving kind words being expressed as his whip rips across my shoulders. He worries at the time, saying that he doesn’t want to hurt me but yet he smiles at my gasps as he sticks my nipples with his acupuncture needles. Seem odd? Maybe, but it is what I need and something I pray to have full time soon.

Solitude – “The state or quality of being alone or remote from others. A lonely or secluded place”

A place that I dread more then any other. To much time to think, ache, crave for Master. Whip me, wax me, flog me, tie me, love me, ravage me”. Tears of sadness falling as I hear the voice in my head scream out for Master’s pain. “For you Master”, ringing in my head. The demons of solitude ripping at my skin, laughing at my pain. I tire so from fighting them for what seems like months but are truly days. 

Perhaps this is a good thing? The separation making the wanting stronger, the lust building every moment apart. Maybe a test of a slave’s patience. I am failing miserably and will beg for Master’s guidance. As he enters the room, I will crawl to him and fall at his feet begging, “Teach me Master”. For he is my leader, my mentor, my teacher. One who molds me into the beautiful slut he calls princess. “Teach me to fight of the demons of solitude and make me a stronger more desirable woman that you will ache for eternally, Master. I love you forever… princess”