The rain was coming down hard, she could hear the wind outside whistling through the trees, weaving its playful dance across the skies. Nights like this she missed Him. Her hand travelling to her neck, where the familiar talisman of His connection to her, their devotion to one another, wrapped sensually around her neck. But it wasn’t. She felt the pangs of sadness. She felt naked without it, lost.

When she disappointed Him the collar was to be placed on her dresser where she could see it, but she was not allowed to touch it at all. Only a visual reminder of her disobedience. She was not to wear her collar until He gave her permission. The noise of a brief knock at the front door woke her from her hazy thoughts and she quickly headed towards the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, it was late, far too wild and wet outside for anyone to feel the need to venture out.

To her surprise a dark figure stepped out of the dark into the light of the doorway. “Master!”, she was so shocked for a moment she stood there, mouth agape. “Kneel pet”, His voice quiet yet firm.

Her eyes showed the signs of dried tears, dark circles under her eyes. He mused to himself a little looking down at this gorgeous little beauty of His kneeling at His feet. “Pet, we are going for a drive. Go and shower.Wear your skirt I like, and the black corset and hurry…”, he carefully avoided eye contact and wandered off towards the den. She replied hastily”Yes Master”, and disappeared off towards the bedroom.

Her mind racing, wondering where they were going, there was a storm outside, surely not? But quickly preoccupying herself with His request, knowing better than to question it. Water streamed down her face, the warmth of the water from the shower, soothing her tired eyes. She never slept well with no collar. Her mind weary, drifting off into thoughts about the previous day. She didn’t notice the figure standing outside the shower door. She didn’t hear the shower door open as the water covered her ears, she did however feel His body and his desire pushing her rapidly to the wall, fingers probing, a blindfold roughly wrapped over her eyes, her wet hair tangled in a fist.

“Don’t speak whore, for that is exactly what you are to me at this moment. Mine to take pleasure from, I own you and I will take you when I want. That collar is our connection, honesty, trust, committment. You broke that by not giving me your all, hiding parts away from me, putting up walls. Tonight those walls are coming down and they are fucking off for good, understand?”, His grip tight on her breast, the other still tangled in amongst her hair.

She cried out, trying to move away from the painful grip on her breast, sinking further into His body. His desire growing harder for her by the minute. He was going to wait but that dark place He visited had risen to the fore. He wanted her right there. He pushed her head forward, grabbing both wrists and holding them tightly in one hand, the other using her hair to keep her in place. “You will cum with me whore”. Her cries heard above the deafening storm, raging outside, as He slammed deep inside her, over and over, he couldn’t get deep enough inside her. He wanted to devour her, show her who owned her. The storm raging inside Him was building to a crescendo. Moans, primal and guttural spewed forth, all the pent up emotion and tension of the past days sorrows erupted. Bodies shuddering in unision. His arms encase her and he sinks down and bites deeply into her neck, a sharp cry escaping her lips. “That is why I own you”, His voice deep and husky. That voice, the one that always bought her back.

She felt the familiar feel of the cuffs being placed on her wrists, arms still behind her back, Him pushing her. She still had the blindfold on, a little disorientated from the suddeness of it all. She caught her breath as she landed, face down on the bed, her ankles being cuffed, tied to the bed. She lay there, breathing ragged, listening hard. Trying to locate Him by sound, but a little too late as she heard the familiar swish of the leather coated cane coming down hard on her wet cheek. She let out a yell, burying her head into the mattress, tears welling. “Quiet whore! This is why obedience to us is important. When you disregard our committment to one another I must punish you. Bring you back to where you should be”, His voice stern. her sobs quieting, the strokes carefully being laid across her cheeks, her back. He never made her count, she usually lost track very quickly, sinking into that place she needed to be, and He knew when she needed to be pulled back. Her body trembling, her pussy wet. Her body betraying her, her desire for Him overwhelming.

He gently rubbed oil into her reddened back, lovingly, watching her body wince and then relax with his touch. The power He had over her drowned him with desire. He could simply never have enough of this wild creature of His. His desire to corrupt and mould her, to protect her, this possession of his so valuable, so cherished. Rolling her over, smothering her with His body. Kissing her roughly, then gently on her forehead. A hand slips around her neck and she feels the familiar touch of leather. Her hand reaches instinctively for it, her eyes looking at His. He smiles, “And this is our love pet.”

Copyright vanillaimpaired.com 2008

A good rant always makes one feel better … well it does for me and its much safer to write it than to take it out on someone well thats my opinion and I’m sticking to it.  Words can never be taken back.  I always keep that in mind when speaking to someone. Sometimes foot in mouth gets the better of me though lol.

My son is off on his holiday next week and I have decided that its time for me to attempt the no smoking thing again.  I went down and bought my homeopathic stop smoking kit so I am all ready to start.  I was such an evil grumpy bitch when I stopped last time and I would have succeeded totally if my friend hadn’t passed away when he did… naughty boy he is.  So I figure starting the process while bubs is away gives me at least 10 days to get it well underway and sorted before he comes back to a smoke free home.  It’s a disgusting habit and one I want to stop.  Every other time I stopped I did so because of the guilt of smoking and knowing what it was doing to my body BUT I liked smoking.  Now I hate it so now is the time when it has more of a chance of working.  And I remember how good I felt when I stopped last time, clean teeth no icky breath and all the grotty things that come with smoking go.  I am looking forward to it.  My flatmate isn’t though he’s mumbling about having to stand in 4 degree temps at night to have a ciggy … hehe not my problem.

So those I talk to on a personal level off the blog … forgive me if I am a cranky cow next week … now you will know why lol.  It’s most certainly not you it’s meeeee.  I think I may lay low next week, safer for all concerned haha.

On the financial end … YAY … I am now debt free, its taken me nearly twelve months of hard slog to get rid of all the debts and shit I had with my son’s dad so now I can start moving forward.  The new computer is being ordered and will be here in a couple of weeks so that will be fun!  From 1gb to 8gb ram is going to make a huuuuge difference *woop woop*

One of my darling subbie friends told me shes being collared in a couple weeks, I am so damn pleased for her, shes deserves happiness, I only wish I could be there to see it, but the UK is a little far away (opposite side of the world!) and a $2000 airfare is a little too much to afford right now, one day hunni we will meet damnit lol.

This girl is trying to get some sleep tonight, insomnia has hit rather bad recently and i have had about 8 hours sleep in the past three days.  I went to sleep last night then woke an hour later and couldn’t go back to sleep and I don’t really know why I have had such a bad attack of it lately.  Hopefully it passes, I feel like I have some sort of hangover or something.

There’s a post on subs without dominants on Fetlife atm that I am quietly watching regarding what a “natural dominant” is … jeez some of them have jumped in there guns blazing and not understood the intent of the post, I however see what he has tried to explain and I agree with him, after all the point is to discuss … some prefer to jump in and the tone of their posts is quite negative and uppity … sad that people cannot discuss things without pushing their own opinions on others, it stops people from wanting to have a good banter.  Maybe I’ll add my two cents on there later, right now this brain is not functioning well due to lack of sleep and I can’t have a nap as I have to go out again, the life of a mummy lol.

If you haven’t had a look at Dragonfly’s blog (link is on the right) please do so, she has some amazingly HOT stories on there.