Master makes me feel safe.  I’ve got a lot of fears and a lot of anxieties, but when he tells me it’s going to be okay, I believe it.

Today I drew a smiley face on my dick in Sharpie.

Master tastes like coffee and menthol cigarettes.

If Master doesn’t get home soon, I’m going to start leaving him embarrassing voicemails.

I’m lucky to have Master.  I know I can’t function on my own.

I can’t deal with this.  I need Master.

(Source: nlmartinmart, via missislaveblog)

Master’s been texting me and sending me pictures of himself, so I left him voice-mail of me moaning and telling him just how much I need him to come home and fuck me.

(Source: awesomeliciousnessness, via onebearablelife)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY