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Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I wake up every day feeling blessed and I have you to thank for that. Not just the night that has passed in peaceful slumber, but the day where I feel owned and content and happy. It’s nice when others tell me that they like talking with me because they know how happy I am. And I thank you for that, Mistress Cecilia. I hope you have a truly beautiful day. And good morning ladies and gentlemen, one and all, welcome and I hope that each of you visiting here has a great day as well.

Today is day thirty one. I can see approaching rapidly like a freight train coming down the line a new record; it is getting close. Will I set a new one? I don’t know. How exciting is that? Coming close to the edge, toying with it, playing with it like a cat toying with a mouse only to be denied and left wanting is an exhilarating feeling that I feel often and I cherish it. Thirty one days. And counting.

Yesterday evening I was blessed with a fun, exciting, exhilarating, frustrating, and amazing phone call with Mistress Cecilia and I am afraid I won’t be going into details. As such, this post will be remarkably brief. You see, I can remember stroking with my hands and unlocking my trapped cock; I can remember putting the dildo in my ass and lubing it up and edging with my hands and fucking up into my hands with my hands oily and clasped together as if in prayer and each thrust upward drove the cock into my ass more and more and my body would squeeze that monster cock tightly.

I remember obeying.

I fucked my ass and edged my cock. I stroked the head of my cock alone, my left hand holding the base stationary and I edged twice more. I teased my shaft and my whole body lay tense and it was amazing. I could feel the pressure rising and falling, threatening to overwhelm only to back away every so slightly and I loved it.
And during it all I wasn’t thinking, wasn’t babbling incessantly about nothing. I was breathing, feeling, toes curled and eyes shut and gasping, I was submitting and I could feel Mistress Cecilia with me, her voice in my ear, commanding me and I would obey; I never once even thought of disobeying. I submitted.

She commanded I stroke my cock lightly and I tickled it, my hand barely a fist and then as directed I stroked harder and another edge was visited upon me. Finally, after I have no idea how many edges, I was told that it was enough. And I climbed to my feet amazed at how fast the time flew by. I made my way into the bathroom, cleaned up and with the pieces all gathered together I locked my cock up again wondering if Mistress Cecilia could hear the snap of the lock as it snapped together. We said goodbye and I hung up the phone and sent the picture on, my cock leaking thin beads of frustration out the tip of its prison.

I have said it before; I am owned by this amazing woman. Her commands make me happy; I obey and I both want to and need to do so. She makes my pulse race, my balls tighten, my mouth grow dry my mind race with need and submission. I run the gamut on things I feel and with it I know I belong to Mistress Cecilia. Last night was just another example; I felt the session unfold, felt the pressure rise and my submission flourish and I am thankful for it all. I truly cannot thank this amazing woman enough.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.