Vanilla-Xtract

Master,

Sometimes You ask me what i need from You and i find it hard to articulate it. Mostly because i get what i need and i am happy. But days like today when my mood is low, when i feel unwell or even just down (hormones or whatever!) then i need to feel close somehow. It gives me a great deal of comfort knowing You’re there even if asleep – so like now, when i am in pain i can just feel You close (even though am looking at Your back! lol). It’s comforting for me, i guess it’s the closest thing to being able to snuggle up.

And even when i pop off and do some chores or manage to rest, i come back or wake up and see You and it feels so re-assuring Master.

The pain was bad today, it’s still there although not nearly as bad. No-one has ever calmed me as much as You seem able to, it’s amazing. Thank You for all that You do and provide for me Master. Awwww You just yawned in Your sleep and fussed, soo cute! I love it.

I don’t need the camera all the time, just hearing You snore is more than enough – well actually today it was hearing You laugh in Your sleep. It was wonderful, You laughed so loud and so long it made me jump! Would love to know what the joke was

I love You more and more.

From My slave, April 22, 2009

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/// © Master Zoomer
/// “Would Love to Know what the Joke Was”
/// June 14, 2010
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My slave writes, July 8, 2009:

Lately her writings have been a little bit deep and thoughtful, she would like to hope that in some way insightful, although she is not the one to judge that! However, what all of these writings end up doing for her is increasing her awareness of her slavery, very intensely and in turn increasing her awareness of Master, and her need to make Him feel that sense of control and Dominance. That leads on to her feeling ever more aroused, wet and needing to touch herself.

Yesterday, she realised she loves being a horny slut, she revels in it. Well, to be correct she likes being Master’s horny slut. Hearing her Master utter those words – calling her ‘His horny dirty slut’ is quite something! But, she wants to be more, sometimes she wants to shock and surprise Him! Not quite sure how she can achieve that but certainly something to think about. she loves making Him hard, teasing Him, especially when He is away from home, at the coffee shop, on the street. she loves the image it conjures up. hehe. she likes being dirty and horny. she has found that in opening herself up more and more verbally has also meant that she is more comfortable on camera. More than anything her desire is to please Master and part of that is to keep Him hard. If she can do this from a distance just imagine what she can do in person! Now the pussy is very wet and aching just thinking about it, delicious.

she is antsy to be much better so she can surprise Master, so when He turns on the cam, she can be ready and naked, kneeling, open and ready for Him. That is what she needs more than anything. Or to be used as He did the other day, where she was naked, on display, pussy open and wet but not allowed to touch or play with herself and made to watch Master as He masturbated until He came. It was the ultimate feeling of being used, of being objectified so that He could have enjoyment and pleasure and oh my god did she love it. She was dripping wet, just watching Him cum it was all she could do to control herself, took lots of willpower.

Sometimes she goes on a trip in her mind, of what would be hot to do, but it may be something that she previously had reservations about because of nerves or shyness. One time last year Master mentioned about girl being on voice cumming in a group in SL – she was shocked and resistant! Now, however, she thinks it sounds very hot, performing and making her Master proud of her and that she thinks could be in any arena that Master decides upon. What a change around.

Master’s horny slut, mmmm she loves it!

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/// © Master Zoomer
/// “His horny dirty slut”
/// June 14, 2010
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To: Master
From: girl
Subject: accomplishment
Date: 9 April, 2009

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xoxoxoxo

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/// © Master Zoomer
/// “Music for Master”
/// June 11, 2010
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She kneels on the edge of the bed, naked except for her collar, smiling at Him, aware of how tired and weary He is. He leans His head back against the headboard, sighing.

“Master” she says quietly.

“Yes, precious” He replies without opening His eyes.

“The slave thinks she may be able to help relieve some of the strain of the day with a head and neck massage. If it pleases You?” she waits for His reply.

“mmmmm that sounds perfect My slave”

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Written by My slave, 5 July 2009

She felt an urge to write again, funny but the desire isn’t there every day, but perhaps the more she does the more she will have a need to?! Also interesting that even though she is feeling unwell somehow the writing helps focus her, makes her feel better.

Master has been wonderful, oh gosh way way more than that, so many adjectives to describe Him! During her illness she feels Him close, feels His re-assurance and His love and his care. Master always makes her feel better just by His presence, He gives her great strength and she is grateful to Him for that. Sometimes she wishes she had the vocabulary and grammar to adequately describe just how powerful her feelings are for her Master. The point she is trying to make is that love is almost too difficult to verbalise. Its an emotion, a feeling, deep within oneself. All she now knows is that He is the centre of everything, He means the world to her, she worships and loves Him with a deep intensity and it just gets stronger and stronger. All of this is possible because of Him. Because of how He is. A Master who had the capacity to make her need and want to be more and more submissive, He drew something out of her, something that had always been there, He awakened that and this girl fell in love with Him. In doing so, HE has changed her life completely, never has she felt so good or positive about herself, she is completely happy.

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In a distant part of her slave consciousness she is aware that her pussy is reacting constantly with an ache and longing and is already wet, She makes a low slow moan, closing her eyes for a brief second then refocusing she stares intently at the screen finding it hard to take her eyes of the small brass key dangling from the jumble of keys in front of her. The key to the slave’s collar is held between Master’s thumb and forefinger. It’s hard not to look, this is what connects her to Him, it’s what marks her as being owned as His property. Well, maybe not the key but the key is held by Him and is a symbol of the power and the only thing that can unlock the collar around the slave’s neck. She glances towards Master and smiles whilst at the same time her fingers imperceptibly creep to her collar and curl around it, she’s barely aware of the gesture but He is and He smiles in acknowledgment of the gesture.

“What are you slave?” His voice low and powerful – it pulls her out of her trance

“Your property Master”

“And what else, what does that mean?”

“It means, i am owned by You Master and Yours to do with as You wish” she looks into his eyes, moaning as she pauses briefly wanting desperately to touch her wet pussy “Yours to use, the collar is a representation of Your ownership, to show people that this slave is owned and is property of Master and the collar should not be removed.”

He smiles in acknowledgment “Good girl”.

Written by My slave, 10 April 2010.

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/// © Master Zoomer
/// “The Key”
/// June 12, 2010
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Enjoy “sustenance” also.

This email was sent by My slave 13 July, 2009.

Master,

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I challenged myself to carry My slave into subspace and back again. I didn’t hold anything back, and I had a commitment to the intensity of my delivery and the content of what I said to her. I didn’t record the words that I said, but the beauty of how my words impacted her have been recorded here. I challenged her. I spoke to her as a Master should. I took her into subspace over the phone. She listened, she absorbed, she flew. Then I pulled her back and told her to write about her experience. You can understand what I said by reading her response. You can feel her emotions, and her growth.

The following is the unedited email from My slave, 12 July 2009:

Master,

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl. Actually, she was 35 years old. I was 38. Anyways, so once upon a time in my apartment, we had been smoking some good Humboldt County shit, and it seemed that life could not be more fun. She was reclining on my Love Sac…

(Let me clarify: At the mall there are these huge modern bean-bag chairs (foam, actually) and they are very comfortable… they call them Love Sacs. What did you think she was lying on, anyway?)

… so she was reclining on my Love Sac… almost immobilized because you sink into it… and I was straddling her. We were both fully clothed at that point.

The kissing was intense. She was so-so as a kisser, but she was sensitive, and receptive to my seductive kissing. This wasn’t our first night together, so she knew what she had to look forward to that night. I was counting on that memory, and was using it to crank the heat. She was a better kisser than most women I’d been with recently, so I certainly enjoyed myself. Better kissers are easier to seduce, because they understand the subtleties and I can sense how hot a good kisser is getting.

She got hot. I could tell she was hot, because my left knee was pressed between her legs, and I could feel the hot, moist denim fabric of her jeans against my leg. So I wedged my knee up harder, and startled a moan out of her.

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Unedited letter written by My slave, March 22, 2010:

Master

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