Master is sitting on the sofa arm. He is wearing nothing but an old red t-shirt. His balls and cock hang freely, teasing me. He is wearing a cockeyed smile as he watches me struggle with the keyboard.
Affection? I know it is there not matter what he does or what he choses to express.
What am I learning? I can be an object but only within the confines of existing relationships and how they affect our attitudes toward our actions. Remember that every relationship must remain fluid to stay alive. I don't know what the future holds, not even 5 minutes from now.
Iron is heavy and unforgiving. I have to adjust my body to accept it's weight and relieve the pain it inflicts. Sometimes I actually feel annoyed that something can be so heavy and yet not restrictive enough. I am ceaselessly horny. I think the frustration that I feel causes that.