Author: TheNewwGirll

Meeting my owner Part Two (FM) (MDom)

I woke up the next morning. The sun had risen. It was nice to sleep in for a change. I grabbed the blanket and went to the bathroom with it. Walking down the stairs, everything seemed so beautiful. The garden that I could see from the window looked magnificent and reminded me of my own. I entered the kitchen where I saw him.

My owner was sitting in a chair reading the newspaper. He wore a grey Rolex and a navy blue suit with a long black tie. He saw me and put the paper down.

“Good morning sleepyhead! How did you sleep princess?” He asked in such a calming tone

“It was good. I snuggled with my stuffies, I hope you are okay with that.” I mentioned to him and he nodded, giving me approval for my love of stuffed animals. I looked beside him and saw a beautiful breakfast on display. Read more »

Meeting my owner (F) (MDom)

I was so excited. It felt like a movie. My plane had just landed in the airport. As soon as I collected my baggage, I went to the escalators. Waiting downstairs, was my owner. Holding a cute sign with my name is bright pink bubble letters (my favorite type!). I walked up to him and immediately fell in love with the chemistry. His eyes could say so much but his big lips only said “How was your flight, sweetie?” I kept staring into his beautiful eyes before realizing his question, causing me to stutter out “A-ah yes, yes it was.”

We both giggled at my response. He hugged me so tightly I could feel the bulge he was trying to hide. We went towards the parking garage to find his truck. I threw my bags in the back as we climbed into our seats. The airport was a good distance away from his house. He drove the entire time; with one eye on the road and one eye on me. He was wearing a bright blue dress shirt with dark gray slacks and leather shoes. He hair was perfectly combed. I was feeling like a mix of a princess and a homeless girl. I felt beautiful wearing the pink half shoulder top and denim jeans and knee-high brown boots he ordered for me; but I still felt that I wasn’t enough for him. Read more »