I have a master now. And he's wonderful and kind and handsome – I think. I've never actually seen him. But I belong to him. Well I'm slowly starting to. I like him. So much, too much for never having seen him. He tells me he's tall and strong and sort of Italian and I believe him. Sometimes I feel like an idiot but I stay. I ask him questions and he just ignores them. He chooses what he wants to acknowledge. It's incredibly annoying. And somehow exciting.
I've pretended to submit to a few men but it was never real. I thought they were if not stupid, at least not as smart as me. I could see through them too easily. I like that he could have a real hold on me. That he tells me to act out kinks I'd never even thought of.
He did relent once. He let me see him but I missed it. My face was buried into my pillow and my ass was in the air and I missed him.