HisMagdalene
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Recently, I met my Master, who posts here as Amayos, in person for the first time. I had communicated with him online and over the phone for almost a year, and loved him for nearly as long. However, the intensity of his personality and my own reaction to him frightened me, so that I pulled away several times and tried to resist becoming his--silly girl!
Eventually, though, I was down to my last chance. I would either come to serve him--come to be his slave instead of merely a submissive--or we would go our separate ways. And there was no way I could stand that, so to the airport I went.
My god, am I glad that I did! It was the best time of my life.
Did he hurt me? Certainly. I had racked up a number of punishments for misbehavior over the past months, and they had to be addressed. I was beaten--not spanked, not paddled, beaten, until I was black and blue. But such is the punishment of a slave. And I was also held, caressed, spoken to gently, and made to feel like a treasure. I was shown that I please him. And to a girl who loves him as desperately as I do, that was the greatest gift in all the world.
Master is not a particularly softhearted man, and he does not accept self-serving behavior or attitudes of any sort. He is a demanding dominant, and as some of you have seen in his posts, has very clear ideals and criteria for his slaves; those who are in this for their own pleasure or gain will not remain long in his company.
But he is by far the wisest, most intelligent, beautiful and impressive male I have known, and I am both stunned and grateful that he allows me to belong to him. There is nothing I want more than to return to my place at his feet, and I look eagerly forward to the day that I might.
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