Merelan
Lady's Love
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OOC: This is for my Master James. Please enjoy reading, but please, I would like to keep it between he and I.
Dear Master James,
I bow to your decision. Yes, I was wrong, naughty. I got carried away and put my desires and wishes first. Even though I knew you know me better then I know myself. You knew he was wrong for me, told me so. But he was so handsome, and you were busy. I was just flirting, but. Now I have angered, disappointed you. Made our love less because I could not obey. Because I let another man touch me in the way only you should.
I am sorry. But words are not enough. I saw it in your eyes when you found us, him pinning me against the wall, forcing me to my knees. You stopped him and chased him away. But I could only sob, heart sick at having let him talk me into walking away from the party. Believing I could take care of him myself. I am lucky to have you as my man, my Master. You saw, and followed. I am not sure how much you actually did see, or heard. I want you to know I didn't want to go that far. He hurt me. Even in my training and punishments for my several faults, you have never really hurt me. Always with love you punished. Now I know real
pain. And I know the pain of knowing I am marked by another. His burn on my arm always a reminder of my guilt, my
disobedience.
It made it worse when you gathered me into your arms and carried me to the car. Through the crowd of the party. not a word spoken to us as I buried my head in your shoulder. Not wanting to see their looks of disgust and pleasure as they saw you having to take me out. My clothes torn off by him. You had gently wrapped me in your jacket, and bound my arm in your handkerchief. But you spoke not a word. You didn't have to. I saw it in your eyes. I tried to talk to you, tell you I was sorry, I loved you. But you
silenced me by ignoring me. Knowing that hurt me most. I sat next to you, tears running down my face as you drove us home.
Then you left me in the car and went inside. I silently followed. Watching as you pulled the first aid kit out and attended to my burn. The mark where he ground his burning cigarette into my arm. Did you realize that was hard for me to bear. Seeing the pain in your eyes when you hurt me in the process. Knowing you were angered, but more hurt and pained. Then your gentle washing of my body. Still in silence. I dried off and then knelt next to you as you sat, sipping your wine. The verdict.
I was to write this letter, to remind me in the future. Like I would ever need it. I would remember it. The whole night burnt into my arm in a few minutes of stupidity. Then I was to retire to the bedroom and strap myself on the bed. Laying on my tummy with a pillow under my ass. To await whatever it was you were to choose as my punishment. The waiting the hard part. So I thought.
This letter is hard too. Again and again I relive the minutes away from you. My faulty decision not to follow your wishes and leave him alone. What would he have done to me if you had not been there to protect me, save me from myself.
The words on this page are blurred. For I cannot stop crying. I have hurt the man who cares so much for me. Who has always been gentle and kind to me. Teaching me who I really am in my submission to him.
Master, I am sorry. I have disappointed you, and let you down. Please forgive your little one.
I await your arrival now, in trepidition and fear. Will you keep me? I cannot bear the thought of being sent away from you.
[Edited by Merelan on 02-26-2001 at 12:33 PM]
Dear Master James,
I bow to your decision. Yes, I was wrong, naughty. I got carried away and put my desires and wishes first. Even though I knew you know me better then I know myself. You knew he was wrong for me, told me so. But he was so handsome, and you were busy. I was just flirting, but. Now I have angered, disappointed you. Made our love less because I could not obey. Because I let another man touch me in the way only you should.
I am sorry. But words are not enough. I saw it in your eyes when you found us, him pinning me against the wall, forcing me to my knees. You stopped him and chased him away. But I could only sob, heart sick at having let him talk me into walking away from the party. Believing I could take care of him myself. I am lucky to have you as my man, my Master. You saw, and followed. I am not sure how much you actually did see, or heard. I want you to know I didn't want to go that far. He hurt me. Even in my training and punishments for my several faults, you have never really hurt me. Always with love you punished. Now I know real
pain. And I know the pain of knowing I am marked by another. His burn on my arm always a reminder of my guilt, my
disobedience.
It made it worse when you gathered me into your arms and carried me to the car. Through the crowd of the party. not a word spoken to us as I buried my head in your shoulder. Not wanting to see their looks of disgust and pleasure as they saw you having to take me out. My clothes torn off by him. You had gently wrapped me in your jacket, and bound my arm in your handkerchief. But you spoke not a word. You didn't have to. I saw it in your eyes. I tried to talk to you, tell you I was sorry, I loved you. But you
silenced me by ignoring me. Knowing that hurt me most. I sat next to you, tears running down my face as you drove us home.
Then you left me in the car and went inside. I silently followed. Watching as you pulled the first aid kit out and attended to my burn. The mark where he ground his burning cigarette into my arm. Did you realize that was hard for me to bear. Seeing the pain in your eyes when you hurt me in the process. Knowing you were angered, but more hurt and pained. Then your gentle washing of my body. Still in silence. I dried off and then knelt next to you as you sat, sipping your wine. The verdict.
I was to write this letter, to remind me in the future. Like I would ever need it. I would remember it. The whole night burnt into my arm in a few minutes of stupidity. Then I was to retire to the bedroom and strap myself on the bed. Laying on my tummy with a pillow under my ass. To await whatever it was you were to choose as my punishment. The waiting the hard part. So I thought.
This letter is hard too. Again and again I relive the minutes away from you. My faulty decision not to follow your wishes and leave him alone. What would he have done to me if you had not been there to protect me, save me from myself.
The words on this page are blurred. For I cannot stop crying. I have hurt the man who cares so much for me. Who has always been gentle and kind to me. Teaching me who I really am in my submission to him.
Master, I am sorry. I have disappointed you, and let you down. Please forgive your little one.
I await your arrival now, in trepidition and fear. Will you keep me? I cannot bear the thought of being sent away from you.
[Edited by Merelan on 02-26-2001 at 12:33 PM]