I just wanted to let you know that I have returned from my Christmas travels. My vacation was...fine. It wasn't bad, but, as Christmas often is, it was quite rushed. However, I am home now and I have some more time before I have to go back to the grindstone. Will I rest or work to get things done? Probably some of both. Anyway, I hope everyone had a great Christmas and I wish you all the best for the new year.

I will be gone for a few days, and Master has allowed me to take the time off from posting. Before I go, however, I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas. Enjoy this time with loved ones, remember to be thankful and giving, and may your 2008 be blessed.

Slave of Bennet

“A collar? What kind of present is that?”

Everybody sitting around the tree stopped opening their presents and looked at Sarah and the collar she held in her hands. She had just opened her present from Him. He could not be with her this Christmas, as was often the case, but He had left a present and told her to be sure to put it under the tree and open it Christmas morning. He obviously wanted to see how she would deal with her family under the circumstances.

She had seen different collars at the munches her Master had taken her to, and some were very elaborate, but this collar was more impressive than any she had seen. The collar was leather, as was common, but the diamonds, rubies and emeralds that adorned it spoke of the investment Master had made in this gift. It was obviously not cheap. It was also not meant for everyday living.

“It is sort of…pretty,” said her mother uncertainly.

“Yes. Yes it is,” Sarah said. She was tempted to put it on, but she knew her parents would not understand. And if they did, they would probably not approve.

“A collar,” said her father again.

Sarah was no longer a child. She had enough life experience to quickly come up with a response. “He knows how much Chip means to me,” she said, referring to the dog who was wondering between the Christmas revelers, sniffing them and their presents in turn. Upon hearing his name, Chip came to her side, wagging his tail. He sniffed the collar, and, finding nothing there to eat, turned his attention to the rest of the family. That’s right, she thought, walk away. You’ll never wear this collar.

Later, when she was alone, Sarah tried the collar on and smiled.

I just wanted to comment on yesterday’s post. I wrote that, but I felt like I didn’t know where to go with it. What would happen after I sucked Master’s cock? What would please him? I am not sure what he would want. The physical aspect of bdsm is not something I have had much of an opportunity to explore. And, frankly, I like the fact that Master is in control and I don’t know for sure what’s coming.

Another thing in this piece is my need to please my Master. Sometimes I feel that so very strongly. But that can, in a twisted way, be selfishness on my part. I do want to please him, but is it for his sake (because that’s what he wants) or my sake (because I have a need to please)? I’m not really sure. I guess when I do it because that’s what I want (without consideration for what he wants/needs) then it is selfishness. When I do things because he wants them, even if they are a bit uncomfortable, then I am doing to please him.

You know, Master, that I do wish to please you. It is important to me.

I sit on the floor looking up at you. All I want is to please you, Master. You look down at me.

“Come here,” you say.

From experience I have learned that you wish me to crawl, and I gladly do. I lay my head on your knee.

“Look at me.”

My longing must show in my eyes.

“It’s yours. Take it.”

I wrap my lips around you and suck your sweet cock while I gently massage your balls. Please, Master, please, please. Let me please you. Finally, I voice it.

“Master, please. I only want to please you. How can I please you,” I beg.