After what feels like an eternity of counting down the days, the moment is finally here: My Mistress is coming to visit! There is a unique kind of thrill in knowing that my home is about to be shared with someone so deeply special to me. A thrill of intense joyful excitement to spend a few days being close to Her, to feel Her perfect body against mine and be able to touch what I could, for so many months, only drool over with every merciless tease picture. To be able to hear Her voice without any digital distortions, revel in hearing Her talk to someone – knowing I am not allowed to speak to anyone but Her. Hear Her threatening whispers in my ear in that hot accent that cannot but make me excited while She scares the living hell out of me at times. To hopefully listen to Her moans if I can please Her the way a fucktoy ought to.

There are endless magical moments waiting to happen which I can already imagine in my fantasies for when that countdown hits zero and I get to see that first outline of my Mistress appearing before me. Just only picturing it now makes me shiver in exhilaration. Soon under the shimmer of golden autumn light (or maybe more likely under a downpour of a fall shower – which at least my Mistress can find joy in), my Owner will stroll along the streets of the city I live in, and I will eagerly get to strut along. Happily deprived of the shreds of independence and autonomy I am still permitted to have normally.

Whilst I do still have a safeword that I can use there might not be many other privileges like that for me to enjoy. But before going anywhere I should start by making sure to first review and study my own version of my Meet-up Protocol which my Mistress has instituted. I still have enough days left to rehearse my slave positions and hand signals as well so I need to plan in that I have those at the top of my mind too. Then closer to the day itself I need to make sure my body is ready in the way my Mistress desires of me, messing up the easy parts would be just silly of me knowing there will be harder challenges to come, potentially in the form of a trap too.

The uncertainty about what might happen, gosh, I am all wound up in anticipation wishing I could just experience already instead of only be longing for that day. It is time itself conspiring to test my patience, some God of time-continuance has clearly been bribed by my Mistress, dragging out the days just for me to become ever more desperate for Her arrival. Eagerly looking forward to getting fucked beyond my ability to walk and marked so severely I have to be mindful of visiting swimming pools or saunas for months to come (although with more or less permanent chastity that is always something to be mindful off). Getting to feel overpowered by my Mistress is such an amazing feeling, being hurt and reminded of my place, being used as a toy purely for Her fun, crying in Her arms so grateful to be loved by the person that just beat me up.

Whispering my aftercare mantra while my tears are wiped off my face for me, bundled up and spooned, the softness of my Mistress Her skin surrounding me. Getting to be an broken heater, radiating warmth to my Owner as I am held in Her loving grip. Gratefully enjoying every second before inevitably this fucktoy its heart breaking when it is time again to say goodbye; having my Mistress steal yet another part of my soul to bring home with Her as a souvenir.