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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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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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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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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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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On simple paths two complex souls take
Being far and close despite distance connect
As a piece of myself my girl loves me
Closest thing to my heart where together we are

Phantom bindings vivid dreams
Heart pumps blood charged hot
Beyond fingertips reach
Physical between touch and not

As if cut from the same fabric or two sides of a coin
Like finding a piece belonging I find myself complete
My girl changed everything from what my life was like
Knowing me before I myself, Loving before I knew how

Submission without reservation, Love without condition
Healing soothing solace
Happy safe
Together in mind and spirit soar
Giving until it hurts and then gives more
Stronger uplifted my precious puts me
My precious love I cherish I adore

31 December 2008

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/// (c) Master Zoomer 2010
/// “Solace”
/// December 31, 2008
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Part I : “The Reluctant Kisser”

I’d been doing the online dating thing for a few months by the time I met you. I had had some success on the vanilla dating scene, but the kinky dates had only surfaced occasionally, and I needed a little more excitement, and less of the “nice to meet you, let’s get a drink, dance, then maybe later I’ll let you TRY to kiss me.” That is such bullshit. And here you were… giving me the challenge… saying “oh, kissing leads to sex, and it’s too early in our relationship for that.” More bullshit! I am tired of playing games, and I won’t tolerate it any more.

The reason I am with you on this second date, besides your being a hot, hard-bodied little tease, is that I noticed you like it rough, you like to be controlled, and you think you’re naughty. But naughty to you is doing something you hadn’t done before. Like fucking on the second date, for instance. You will learn that being naughty is the means by which you draw punishment upon yourself. With me, you will find rewards and enjoyments. But you will also find the urge to break my rules, and become a disrespectful, insolent little bitch, because you have an insatiable desire to be punished and forced into compliance.

At first, I thought your resistance was hot. It got me excited, and I liked the way you pulled your head back and away when I came close to kiss you, and I could never even plant a kiss on you by surprise. As the time passed that evening, however, your evasive lips frustrated and annoyed me. Talking about it was no longer an option on this, our second meeting. My patience had limitations, and your refusals to my verbal demands had reached and surpassed those limitations, which is why I am no longer going to ask you for the kiss I am going to get from you.

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As I circled the drive slowly, I smiled, saying, “I see you now, I’m right here,” and finally flipped my phone shut. She was nearly hopping in her driveway as she saw me wind around other parked cars before finally pulling into the nearest open visitor space.

She rushed to my door as I began to open it.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here!” she exclaimed, eyes sparkling almost as brightly as her smile.

“Hello sweetie,” I said, happily realizing that I could finally speak those words in person. She looked nearly as I expected her to look, but there was something about her that no picture could ever have captured in an image. I was immediately comfortable.

She made me feel important. I was excited to finally be with her. We had been talking on the phone and chatting on line for over a month regularly, whenever possible. And now we were finally together face to face. She made me feel like royalty as she welcomed me.

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