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Phoenix's Journal Entry #129
Sunday, September 11th, 2022
I had one of the most amazing sessions with Master. The funny thing is each time I wonder if they'll ever get boring if one day it will lack in excitement or romance. If the feeling that Master gives me will ever wear off like it has so many countless of times in my previous dynamics. Boy am I a fool. There's no calculating the moves and deeds of this God. It drives my OCD crazy that I can never see it coming. He is the definition of surprise anthropomorphized. Trauma has always had a way of striking fear into me when I don't strategically plan every moment down to the sabotage and destruction. I cannot plan when the wind blows. It's gust is uncontrollable and unpredictable. It does what it wants when it wants whether or not You've dressed appropriately for the weather. But just as the Italian Cypress Columnar trees stand regal and unmoved back straight head held high Your love gives me confidence. As bold as their posture appears to be their tips still bend at full 90 degree angles exposing all of it's vulnerabilities. But only when the wind blows. Just hard enough not to cause damage and break any of my branches. You are my wind. In all the stretching and flexing. I always bounce back stronger than I ever have. Prepared for more growth until we meet again. My imperfections wait for You. To try and test them once more. If ever I questioned my purpose. You never cease to remind me that I was built for this. Built for You. Just for You to push me. Almost over the edge. There's comfort found in looking down over a cliff as long as my soul is still tethered to You, what lies at the bottom doesn't scare me. As long as it makes me nervous it's worth it.
All day at work every step that I took. I felt Master. My panties eventually got so wet I had to take them off in the bathroom. I struggled to fight back my moans and orgasms while I took the orders at the drive thru. The few that managed to escape I manage to hide them behind the sirens and growls of the motors of the vehicles driving by making sure I overcompensated with my kindness. I was so high. Dizzy with lust. After all of the running and begging and pleading and crying I wanted more. I throbbed deeply replaying the day over in my mind. Every voice that spoke to me was Deddy's climbing down my shirt to pinch my nipples. The taste of his sweat made me studder over the orders and forget where I was. And the strong scent of burgers made me nauseous it conflicted and objected to where my mind was. I was spiraling once more. By the end of my shift I wanted to crawl out the door and lay at Your feet so badly.
Your Puppy,
Phoenix xoxo
Humbly At His Feet 🌀
I had one of the most amazing sessions with Master. The funny thing is each time I wonder if they'll ever get boring if one day it will lack in excitement or romance. If the feeling that Master gives me will ever wear off like it has so many countless of times in my previous dynamics. Boy am I a fool. There's no calculating the moves and deeds of this God. It drives my OCD crazy that I can never see it coming. He is the definition of surprise anthropomorphized. Trauma has always had a way of striking fear into me when I don't strategically plan every moment down to the sabotage and destruction. I cannot plan when the wind blows. It's gust is uncontrollable and unpredictable. It does what it wants when it wants whether or not You've dressed appropriately for the weather. But just as the Italian Cypress Columnar trees stand regal and unmoved back straight head held high Your love gives me confidence. As bold as their posture appears to be their tips still bend at full 90 degree angles exposing all of it's vulnerabilities. But only when the wind blows. Just hard enough not to cause damage and break any of my branches. You are my wind. In all the stretching and flexing. I always bounce back stronger than I ever have. Prepared for more growth until we meet again. My imperfections wait for You. To try and test them once more. If ever I questioned my purpose. You never cease to remind me that I was built for this. Built for You. Just for You to push me. Almost over the edge. There's comfort found in looking down over a cliff as long as my soul is still tethered to You, what lies at the bottom doesn't scare me. As long as it makes me nervous it's worth it.
All day at work every step that I took. I felt Master. My panties eventually got so wet I had to take them off in the bathroom. I struggled to fight back my moans and orgasms while I took the orders at the drive thru. The few that managed to escape I manage to hide them behind the sirens and growls of the motors of the vehicles driving by making sure I overcompensated with my kindness. I was so high. Dizzy with lust. After all of the running and begging and pleading and crying I wanted more. I throbbed deeply replaying the day over in my mind. Every voice that spoke to me was Deddy's climbing down my shirt to pinch my nipples. The taste of his sweat made me studder over the orders and forget where I was. And the strong scent of burgers made me nauseous it conflicted and objected to where my mind was. I was spiraling once more. By the end of my shift I wanted to crawl out the door and lay at Your feet so badly.
Your Puppy,
Phoenix xoxo
Humbly At His Feet 🌀
Published 27th Sep 2022
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