I say goodnight to MasterBlackXXL, but before he lets me go (and this is so like him), knowing I have an early morning drive ahead of me he tells me to go to bed immediately and to get some sleep. I tell him I’ll be thinking about him the whole night; he says, “you should” and tells me to write him when I awake.
The night is a restless one as visions of him parade through my head. I’m not upset at this because thoughts of him actually bring some peace and quiet, and I can tell positive feelings are producing those good hormones that help the body rejuvenate. I can smell his cologne* which I bought for his birthday. I can feel his new briefs* which I bought him for Christmas. I can see him turning his arm ever so slightly to check the time on his new watch* which also made it to him in time for the holidays. I can taste that beautiful dick which he proudly displays when he offers pictures for purchase and tribute. I can hear his voice in my head telling me “I own you.” My senses are alive even as my mind is trying to shut down.
He’s everywhere: in my dreams, in my thoughts, in waking moments and during drowsy ones too. There is no escape (not that I’m looking for one) because he invades all of the senses and his pursuit is relentless. He’s wrapping me up for the holidays and tying me up with a bow. Another gift to himself as he counts his cash and looks at his gifts while he updates the wish list* with new items that he desires.
During the night my groin stirs but I know better than to touch myself. He’ll let me know when it’s time and until then, chastity is the name of the game. I finally sleep and when the alarm sounds I am at full mast and my first thought is simply, “Master.” If you aren’t waking up hard after a night thinking of him, you are not doing something right. As soon as I am up, I leave him a message thanking him for a perfect night; a perfect night of restlessness with him as the only character, playing every one of the roles.
*Bitches, take a hint. Get out there on Master’s wish list and start shopping. He says there is lots of shit out there that you can buy to make him happy. There’s a link on his blog so get out your fuckin’ plastic and use it for what it was intended – buying Master “the shit he wants!”