

Master is 48 years old; He has been in the lifestyle for 6 years as well. He is a straight male, He knows without any doubts He is Dom/Master. He isnt to sure about the Master part but I think He is seeing it as time goes by. My Master is a wonderful warm hearted
person, to a lot of people I have heard them describe him
as a big brother they never had or the best friend they
have always wanted, and even the lover and friend they
have always wanted, Master seems to make more female
friends than male friends, He truly understands what
women need, want and crave. He has an open mind and a
huge heart. He also has the ability to say things very
blunt and honestly to where it makes you stop and think. Master is an OTR or in other words He
drives an 18-wheeler on what I know as long hauls, He
drives in Canada but also in the states. He never knows
where he will be sent next. Master has always been a
truck driver, its in His blood, he truly enjoys it. To help you better understand the way
I view my Master and what kind of a person I think He is,
here is a poem I wrote for Him for His birthday:
my Master.
The one who owns my heart. Who guides me and gives me
advice. Who strokes my hair when I need a gentle pet. Who
gives me a swift hard spat on the butt when I need
discipline. Who will take my hand and lead me through
life the best that he can. Who has saved my life. Who has
given me life. Who is truly my knight in shinning armour.
Who rode to save me on his white horse. Who has shown me
fairy tales do exist.
My Master whom I am addicted to. Who I cant see
life without. Who is the air I breathe. Whom is the water
I drink. Whom is the food I eat. Who I wished I could
melt and pour myself into.
A thousand times over, I wish I could shrink down and
climb in his pocket so he can take me wherever he goes.
So I can be closer to his heart, so I can sleep and rest
with my head upon his chest listening to his heartbeat,
to feel it echo his life to calm and relax me when I am
scared. To feel his arms wrapped around me forever, to
smell his scent. To feel the softness of his skin against
my face, reassuring me he is real, he is not a dream. To
feel the hairs on his chest tickle my nose, bringing a
smile to my face.
To hear him call pet or baby girl brings me
to my knees, hearing him say pet I stop to
listen to see what command he will give me next. To hear
him say baby girl my entire body, heart and
soul stops to listen to see what excitement and command
he will say next.
Without my Master I am lost, I walk through the house
like a lost puppy, not knowing what I should do or what
part of the house I should be in, I do this for days end
till he returns, I dont eat on certain times when
he is away, I dont sleep at certain times, when I
eat, I sit in the floor beside where he sits on the
couch, when I go to bed, I am tempted to sleep on the
floor beside his side of the bed, but I crawl into my
side, hugging his pillow tight, smelling his scent,
drifting off to sleep thinking of him, waking up the next
morning disappointed that he isnt in bed with me,
that I didnt get to wake up in his arms. Missing
him even more as each day passes, waiting for the day he
returns from work, where I can be whole again, instead of
this half empty shell of a human.
When you are away Master, please keep in mind I am not
whole till you return, when you ask me how I am while you
are away, and I reply Im ok, its simply because I
miss you terribly, I sit on pins and needles awaiting
your return, If you saw me I would remind you of a dog, I
pace the floors for several hours, I whine, I cry, and
then I catch myself looking at the door waiting for your
return. But when you do return, I feel complete, I feel
whole again, and then you ask how I am doing I can
honestly say I am awesome. *All of these poems and writings
belong to bamapet and are not allowed to be reused or
published anywhere, on paper, printed off, or on other
websites without written permission first from the owner.
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