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 isn’t 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 can’t 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 don’t eat on certain times when he is away, I don’t 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 isn’t in bed with me, that I didn’t 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 I’m 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.

 

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