Post by irresistibleiris on May 11, 2008 11:11:31 GMT 1
So, here I am again guys..
I made a commitment to all of you. I promised to tell you the whole story about my promiscuous escapades. And you know now that I always keep my promise. So, sit back, relax, listen and learn.
I already told you –and I know that’s not an excuse- that I really, really need a lot of attention. When I feel ignored, I get cranky, restless, nervous, itchy, and very, very unpleasant. I’m always honest about that, when people want to be my special friend, lover or Master, they know what they get into: "A lot of work and inspiration I guess".
But hey... They get a lot of me in return. And with me, Iris, you never ever have to be afraid you'll get bored! I’m a little entertainer and I’m proud of it. I know some men, (and women for that matter) can’t handle it, can’t handle me. But that’s their loss. Their problem. Master always enjoyed his little handful of Iris. He always enjoyed to give me my share. And hmmm, I have to be honest there, that share is not always as nice as you think it might be. Sometimes, when I get very naughty and teasing -in search of attention of course- Master punishes me. But, that’s something I need. I know myself, and I always feel better afterwards. Sometimes I even feel rewarded! Can you understand that? You don’t? Well maybe then we have to end our friendship, right here and right now... (only joking).
So now, here’s the part two that you were all waiting for:
The Master that I met in secret took me to a place where we could be alone. He sat down and looked at me. I just stood there but I didn’t feel shy. When I wanted to take of my coat he told me to keep it on, he said to me that I was a bad girl, that I had to ask for his permission for every thing that I wanted to do. So I just stood there. I stood there while he poured himself a drink. I stood there while he took of his coat and his shirt. I stood there while he put on a pornographic movie. And While I was standing there I got bit afraid.
Then, after a while he suddenly turned his head and told me to sit down on my knees. And I did. He stood up and walked around the room. He watched me and then, he touched my hair.
“You’ve got beautiful blonde hair little slave girl”, is what he said.
He took a brush and brushed my hair with long, soft strokes. Then, he took my coat off and pulled up my skirt.
“You’ve got a beautiful body”, is what he said.
I looked into his eyes. But he pushed me down and told me never, never to look into his eyes again when I wasn’t told to. I shivered.
Then, he put a collar round my neck and dragged me around the room. I had a strange feeling of fear, sensation and excitement.
“Crawl, bitch”, is what he said.
When I stumbled and fell down, he put his foot on my back.
“Now, I’m disappointed little slave girl”, is what he said.
He took his whip and I got a severe beating. And while he was beating me I felt like a was suffering for doing wrong to my own Master, my true Master. The one who wasn’t here, the one who’s attention I graved for, wanted so much. When I drove home that night, I realized that what I had done didn’t satisfy my real desire. True, I was able (and willing) to submit to somebody else, but I felt empty, I felt like a little girl who was searching for attention. And right there, I knew that my daddy was somebody else. Somebody I had known all the time.
I realized that little girls sometimes have to be patient. That their daddy is sometimes busy and that he doesn’t always has the time to play with his little girl.
This little girl felt she had done something wrong, she felt sorry. And she knew that she had to tell the truth... and wait for the consequences.
I made a commitment to all of you. I promised to tell you the whole story about my promiscuous escapades. And you know now that I always keep my promise. So, sit back, relax, listen and learn.
I already told you –and I know that’s not an excuse- that I really, really need a lot of attention. When I feel ignored, I get cranky, restless, nervous, itchy, and very, very unpleasant. I’m always honest about that, when people want to be my special friend, lover or Master, they know what they get into: "A lot of work and inspiration I guess".
But hey... They get a lot of me in return. And with me, Iris, you never ever have to be afraid you'll get bored! I’m a little entertainer and I’m proud of it. I know some men, (and women for that matter) can’t handle it, can’t handle me. But that’s their loss. Their problem. Master always enjoyed his little handful of Iris. He always enjoyed to give me my share. And hmmm, I have to be honest there, that share is not always as nice as you think it might be. Sometimes, when I get very naughty and teasing -in search of attention of course- Master punishes me. But, that’s something I need. I know myself, and I always feel better afterwards. Sometimes I even feel rewarded! Can you understand that? You don’t? Well maybe then we have to end our friendship, right here and right now... (only joking).
So now, here’s the part two that you were all waiting for:
The Master that I met in secret took me to a place where we could be alone. He sat down and looked at me. I just stood there but I didn’t feel shy. When I wanted to take of my coat he told me to keep it on, he said to me that I was a bad girl, that I had to ask for his permission for every thing that I wanted to do. So I just stood there. I stood there while he poured himself a drink. I stood there while he took of his coat and his shirt. I stood there while he put on a pornographic movie. And While I was standing there I got bit afraid.
Then, after a while he suddenly turned his head and told me to sit down on my knees. And I did. He stood up and walked around the room. He watched me and then, he touched my hair.
“You’ve got beautiful blonde hair little slave girl”, is what he said.
He took a brush and brushed my hair with long, soft strokes. Then, he took my coat off and pulled up my skirt.
“You’ve got a beautiful body”, is what he said.
I looked into his eyes. But he pushed me down and told me never, never to look into his eyes again when I wasn’t told to. I shivered.
Then, he put a collar round my neck and dragged me around the room. I had a strange feeling of fear, sensation and excitement.
“Crawl, bitch”, is what he said.
When I stumbled and fell down, he put his foot on my back.
“Now, I’m disappointed little slave girl”, is what he said.
He took his whip and I got a severe beating. And while he was beating me I felt like a was suffering for doing wrong to my own Master, my true Master. The one who wasn’t here, the one who’s attention I graved for, wanted so much. When I drove home that night, I realized that what I had done didn’t satisfy my real desire. True, I was able (and willing) to submit to somebody else, but I felt empty, I felt like a little girl who was searching for attention. And right there, I knew that my daddy was somebody else. Somebody I had known all the time.
I realized that little girls sometimes have to be patient. That their daddy is sometimes busy and that he doesn’t always has the time to play with his little girl.
This little girl felt she had done something wrong, she felt sorry. And she knew that she had to tell the truth... and wait for the consequences.
