The padlock is closed -- Clochard’s BTS 2007 blog – Lesson two – Day two

The padlock is closed

My respects Akasha and MissBlue

First of all I want to thank Miss Blue for leaving a comment on my blog. I’m very happy she has appreciated the picture of my red ass. I’ll take an other soon… I hope to receive my slut-paddle in a couple of days (it’s in the plane according to UPS) and offer her a beautiful photo of my butt stamped S-L-U-T as she deserves.

Next, I notice that I’m not any more an administrator. I know since the beginning that it would happen. The only unknown was when. It’s very erotic!
Imagine a slave waiting his Mistress against a Saint Andrew ’s cross. He is not tied up. The time is passing. He knows he could leave. What hold back him? The desire, the desire to obey. He’s waiting. Does she forget him ? He is alone, The room is dark, cold. If this waiting would be useless, futile? If she has found a better servant? If he is rejected? Suddenly he feels her presence. She’s approaching silently, she is closing the padlock without a word. Click… a simple noise stronger than an order. Click… impossible to go back, to say “no sorry, I’ve made a mistake”.
This morning, when I logged on to my blog, sorry to our blog, I felt exactly that. I’m the author but your are the ink.

I’ll masturbate three times as each day. But I don’t want to come. No I want to feel my submission, to give up my desire and feel our pleasure…. When a man reaches the edge during masturbation, just before the ejaculation, there is a little contraction in his cock, a sort of a body’s shout. His body says to his soul “let me come” but his soul is silent, it's no longer owned by his body, it's owned by someone else, by Her.

« Voir c’est croire mais sentir c’est être sûr » said Marquis de Sade
I can traduce it by “Seeing is believing but feeling is being sure”

Disturbing…

With respects
Clochard