Vanilla-Xtract

To her my writing is “dark poetry.” What it is, really, is the expression of my imagination in sounds and words. She inspires me now to write. Inspiration is the power she holds over me. Imagination today is the unfulfilled anticipation of our first kiss. She does nothing, yet pushes me verbose.

Still, and for the longest time, we aren’t able to meet face to face. Forced to reckon with technology, we communicate by our surrogate monotone unemphatic thumb-keyboard voices, in abbreviated exes and ohs, as if we trust the effort will manifest the mutual desires of our flesh. To converse, all options are available but the one we desire most: language of the body. Lips to skin. Breaths to ear. Touch to heat. The physical arousal of passion.

Frustration stemming from unforgiving logistics creates tense longing. Silence is nervous. With the toe of our cliche cold feet, we sample the temperament of the mood, fearing not the meeting, but the not meeting.

What do I write now? Above is complete. I could write the hopeful reality of future experiences, but not more than wishes and what-ifs. I once said, “this one I will not allow to vanish.” My success is tenuous. Wavering doubt permeates and infiltrates anticipatory emotions tied to the efforts exerted within circumstances. Again, silence is nervous. Once already canceled, other looming conflicts of intentions surface. Unfair. Please, please allow fruition.

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/// © Master Zoomer
/// “Language Intangible”
/// March, 2011
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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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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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Unedited letter written by My slave, March 22, 2010:

Master

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My slave is such a good girl. I’ve had nothing but a wonderful experience training her. She’s very receptive to anything I teach, and it sometimes is a challenge to stay two or three steps ahead of her. These days, I search for challenges. But when we met, I had already learned many things from my exploration of the world of BDSM or D/s. In particular, I was fascinated with how I felt when the slave would speak of herself in the third person. Of the many things I found to be arousing, I knew that this was something that would be a reminder of her position as a slave/sub, and my own as a Master/Dom. And it was something that she could be trained to do. I wanted her to do this all the time, but more importantly, I wanted her to do this naturally, without thinking. It would create a mindset, and I would know whether or not she was in “slave mode” just by listening to her. It was a speech protocol that could be used to measure her sense of submission to me at any given moment. I never reprimanded her for lack of use. Instead, I told her how arousing it is to me. I suggested that it might be arousing to her as well. She was surprised to hear this, when first introduced to the concept.

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Here is her unedited email to Me from July 7, 2009:

Caring, love, tenderness, warmth, compassion – all words that perhaps those in the vanilla world wouldn’t necessarily attribute to a BDSM lifestyle. They think it’s all about whips, ropes, hard fucking and so on. Well, yes, just because a slave and Master thrive on some of that and perhaps more does not mean that such a relationship is devoid of the capacity to empathise and care. This girl’s experience is that the relationship with her Master is a complex one but at the very heart of it is pure love.

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Here’s what we have wondered, since we’ve not been together yet…

How will she respond when I tell her to do something extreme in an ordinary context? How will I hold myself as her Master? Will I dare to give her those instructions?

We fantasize about meeting at the airport. I imagine her arrival exactly like I wrote in “Descent.” What follows that is her arrival at the gate, exiting the plane, and looking for me amongst the herd of other waiting friends and family. Finding me, she falls to her knees. But when? Will there be space for her to do this? Will she potentially be trampled? These are things I consider. But after I’ve moved with her to an open area, yet still within the public meeting area, I don’t need to worry about trampling or crowding. Instead, I wonder what might be going on in my own head. I might just smother her in hugs and kisses like all the nillas always do. Will I be able to feel my mastery in person during our first moments together, and subsequently act upon those feelings?

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The following is written by My precious slave, July 8, 2009:

Safe words have a place in the BDSM community. They are there to protect primarily the submissive/slave and also the Master. Ensuring that safety comes first. However, this girl and her Master have strong views about safe words in T/their relationship. Quite simply, T/they don’t have a requirement or need to use them.

This may seem foolish or unnecessary. After all, it’s just a word, a fail safe. What harm can there be in having a safe word? Well, in a Master/slave relationship, where the very foundation is built upon trust and control, the use of a safe word surely just erodes any element of trust that has ever been built up. In a Dom/sub relationship, where some sort of rules of engagement or codes of conduct and contract may exist, a safe word seems to be acceptable. However, when a girl has become a slave and totally submitted herself to her Master, become collared, then surely she is giving over all of her control and trust to Him. Because retaining a safe-word is retaining some element of control on the part of the slave, it gives her ‘an out’. When, or if things become too hard or tough she can just shout out the word and everything stops. Then there is the other side to this, that the Dom/Master comes to rely on hearing the safe word as a way of reducing His responsibility and threshold, He can just let go because at the back of His mind He will have the thought that, “well, she can tolerate this because she always can use the safe word” – whereas, in fact, the Master should always be in control and totally aware of his girl’s body’s limits and capabilities.

Therefore, this girl and Master have made a very conscious decision that no safe word will be used or required. She trusts Him totally. He knows her like no other. She feels safe, yet she knows He will push her as far as He can. He will inflict pain. He will humiliate her, demean her, make her feel like an object, and use her, but throughout it all He will always be aware of her thresholds, and of the need to “bring her back” safely and carefully. She has no worry or doubt about this.

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/// (c) Master Zoomer 2010
/// “against safe words”
/// May 5, 2010
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Dom Depot is where you get that good kinky industrial stuff. Costco is not so erotic. However, today was a special day for the warehouse grocery store, as your Master has found something special to buy. I want to be prepared for when you arrive, and previously had not found a cushion appropriate for you to have at the house, but I now have the perfect one. I wanted to pack it up and leave it in the garage for safe keeping, so I put it there right from the car and went to the house for a protective bag to pack it in.

Can something so benign be erotic with its handling? I feel that this cushion might be such a thing. It’s material will caress your bare skin, it’s contents will cradle your body. It’s design will make kneeling easier on your knees, and it’s padding will help the duration. With joy I purchased it, and with joy I cared for it, as I would care for the treatment of your very skin.

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Making a girl suck cock is like being selfish. When a girl gives head, is she giving me a gift of some kind? What that implies is that it’s hers to give. It is to say I should be grateful that she’s now sucking me hard until I cum. I might just take it whenever I can get it, and that depends on when she wants to give it. So therefore, if I were to wish to be in control of this situation, it could mean I might need to manipulate or seduce her into performing such an act.

So does control have anything to do with getting the girl to blow me?

In a vanilla world, yes, but from that lens only.

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