I was just walking to my next class, when I heard my phone go off. When I lifted it up, a very high pitch “EEEEP” escaped my lips. My heart started to soar as I read the message, “how are you my dear?” It’s him. My first Master. The one who taught me everything I know. About a month ago, Master had to let me continue my training on my own due to his busy traveling schedule. But it was Him. He was talking to me again and I couldn’t be more happier.
I filled Master in on my nonexistent sex life since He had left, the pervious over barring Dom, and my current radio silent Daddy. He told me that I should just let him go if he was neglecting me. I knew it was only a matter of time, but hearing it from someone so dear to me, I knew it had to be for the best. Master then told me of some of his travels through his own blog. It was a little overwhelming at first. For so long Master’s personal life had always been somewhat of a mystery to me, and now as I read through, I learn more about what He did, how He thinks, what He likes to do, ect.
I tried to explain how my search for Dom has been rather difficult. But Master reassured me that eventually I’ll find a Dom who is reliable, nurturing, and understanding of my schedule. However, I couldn’t help but to think that I had already found him. Confused, Master asked if I was referring to him… I was. He has always been there for me, knows all my secrets, satisfied my deepest desires, and was always understanding of my unpredictable college schedule. Then Master made my day even brighter, with offering to be my Master once again. I didn’t even hesitate for a second to agree to the idea.
My loyalty had never truly left from the grasp of my first, and my only Master. I can follow orders, I can act like a child… but I Submit Only to My Master. 
I Submit to BDSM 