Lolita McAdams woke up at 4am on Monday morning, unsure of her surroundings. Trying to sit up straight she opens her eyes and recognises her own bedroom. She wonders why she woke up, with the lights still on, wearing only the black collar she had on when Master kissed her on her forehead and left her in a foetal position to process and bask in the euphoria of the weekend that that just ended a few hours earlier. She recalls the highlights of the last few days in amazement of what she accomplished, mastered and experienced that can be described as nothing short of an out of body experience.
She must've drifted off, content, happy and fulfilled, as she was accustomed to and loved to. It must just be lack of sleep over the last 3 days that is throwing her rhythm off a bit.
Reaching for her water bottle she eventually manages to open her eyes. She isn’t tired, she is exhausted! After taking a few sips of water she places the water bottle back on the nightstand and she falls back into position to continue her night's rest without even removing the collar.
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The next morning's wake up routine wasn't an improvement on the 4am awakening. Equally disoriented and tired, surprisingly also a little emotional, she gets up laboriously to take a shower and wash off the mascara circles resting on her cheekbones. She dresses like the dependable, strong and successful woman that she is - despite her fragile state - to stand out in a male dominated corporate industry. She puts on a plain but bright, long yellow dress with a flair towards the bottom, paired with yellow high heels. She is hoping that the cheerfulness of the yellow dress is contagious and lifts her own spirits. Her long blonde hair, with a faint strawberry tint is hanging loose over her shoulders.
At the office, many of the men working with her, answer to her, look up to her, and depend on her for leadership and direction, but they have not the faintest idea that the moment she steps out of the office just before sunset each day, she is no longer Miss Lolita McAdams, 36-year-old Business Development Manager in an expensive high-rise office tower, but rather Babygirl Lo, a gentle, submissive princess, kitten, and yes, sinful slut, to Master Logan.
Lolita picks up her handbag, ready to leave the office, relieved that the day is over, but anxious about the emptiness and silence of her home that is awaiting her. Her day was filled with difficult customers, missed deadlines, IT system failures and not enough time to eat her lunch. Adding to her current confused and emotional state of mind that she cannot escape, this day was simply unproductive and frustrating.
Getting home, the ideal evening running through her mind is to sit on her bed, eat sugar free ice cream from the tub, cuddle her cat for a few minutes, all the while shedding a few silent, unexplainable tears, before drifting off to sleep, just to repeat the day's events in a few hours.
She knows that it will be a while before she sees Master again, and this feeling she is dealing with doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to move along.
She is puzzled about this – how can she feel so depleted after such an extraordinary experience – a first for the Sub of four years.
She knows to reach out to Master, but she just cannot, yet, today. Master Logan will be extremely good at comforting her, assuring her that she will be ok, and that this current ‘drop’ is probably a normal occurrence for many subs, caused by the extreme rushes and quick depletion of dopamine and other pleasure hormones... everything she already assumed but still needed to hear, but couldn’t right now. After all, she experienced extreme emotional highs, feelings of euphoria and pleasure, mixed with very high levels of pain and humiliation, followed by unexpected bursts of orgasms, squirting showers and more life size orgasms, which she has never experienced in this way before.
She sometimes still struggles to believe that one man, Master Logan specifically, is able to subdue her strong will, by leveraging her weaknesses as well as her greatest assets with his stern voice, tall and broad-shouldered posture and gentle but very firm touch with hands of an angel. It was indeed her mind that was bent time and again with anticipation, amazement and upmost respect. She was like clay in his hands that he could mould in any way he wanted, then stand back and admire his art. Lolita loved every minute of it because in her weakness, a mere ball of clay putty, she was empowered and shaped into a beautiful vase holding endless purpose.
Master Logan was the only person whom Babygirl Lo trusted completely, without hesitation, for her physical and emotional safety and wellbeing, but also for her fulfilment and pleasures.
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Lolita is usually an assertive, but friendly person who always makes time to help people around her. She is generous in her friendliness, advice and time, and although everybody knows Lolita and wants to be Lolita, she keeps her friendship at a distance and at a very high price. A far enough distance not to get hurt by people too close to her, and high enough price not to be taken advantage of - again.
Lolita was already broken and bruised on the inside when Master Logan met her at a business conference where he was the lead Speaker on Business wealth development.
He had a special talent of spotting, without much effort, the vulnerable and patched flower vases, grazing crowds of people with eyes that fluctuates between green and blue, that can see right through you. He is a well-known man in business and social circles and revered by everyone. Lolita was very flattered when he walked up to her and introduced himself to her. That day, he immediately noticed her strength, her independence and her strong will to not only survive, but excel in a demanding and competitive industry. He also noticed a longing to let go of whatever seems to weigh her down, a longing that reached far beyond her career. He knew, she needed to surrender and let go of the control and constant strength required of her everyday life, and embrace her own weaknesses, her unknown desire to submit under the very authority she exerts daily in order to truly live and be alive!
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Little baby Lo', Master Logan addressed her sternly, but compassionately as she sat, kneeled, in front of him. Babygirl Lo did not respond and kept looking down at her knees with open palms on her lap. Master Logan walked around her naked kneeled body, admiring his trophy sub, but without as much as touching her bare-naked shoulder.
It is five days since her previous encounter with Master. She missed him with all her being during this time, longing to have him talk to her in his strong, demanding voice. Lolita understood that the longing inside her for her Master was not one of romance, cuddles or butterflies, no, she had her share of rainbows in life. Lolita longed for her Master out of reverence. She craved his approval and protection. But mostly, she longed to be his submissive princess, his kitten, and his wet slave, sometimes challenging her Master in his instructions, just to feel and experience his chastisement and correction which so strongly manifests in his deep voice, his big hands on her bare skin, and his sharp words hitting her core. It keeps her focussed. It keeps her prepared. As she sat there kneeling naked, she was so tantalised and content at being in her favourite position again, that she neglected to respond to his prompt at all and simply waited for further instruction.
'Dirty girl Lo, my cock craving slave!', Master Logan blurted out loudly as he grabbed her neatly tied hair and pulled back hard on her pony tail to get her attention. 'Yes, Sir!' she boldly exclaimed at the surprising pull she didn't anticipate.
'You know why I have called on you today, Lo?', he asked, no demanded, to know. 'Yes, Sir, I did not obey your very simple and clear instructions this week, Sir'.
'And what were my instructions to you, my little slut angel?'
'To send a daily video to you by 7am Sir, explaining and showing, my longing for you, while you were out of town.'
'And?' he asked.
'And to demonstrate with the help of the assistant you procured for me, what I would like you to do to me next time I see you, Sir.'
'And why didn't you follow the instruction end out Lo? What happened on Friday?', Master demanded to know.
'I was going to be late for work on Friday, Sir, because I did not plan my day effectively and in time to meet my objectives.', she answered in full detailed sentences as she knew Master Logan preferred.
'Lack of planning, you say. Do you realise the unease you put me through for not hearing from you for several hours after your 7am deadline? Tell me, how was your day on Friday?'
Babygirl Lo sighed and her shoulders hunched forward.
'Sit up straight!' she heard from behind, along with the sound of a whip cracking behind her before she could answer.
She jumps up straight and softly but quickly starts explaining that she missed her first meeting, was ill-prepared for her next meeting, and was distracted throughout the entire day as she could not quite get a grip on her emotions. She also couldn’t stop thinking about the ripple affect her disobedience, lack of discipline, absence of communication, and most importantly, the lack of her Master's approval, had caused.
Babygirl Lo loves rules, limits and the safety Master provides. She knows and trusts the importance of discipline and has therefore no doubt that what is to follow will be painful, but highly satisfactory. With a little bit of anguish, she slowly lowers herself over Master's lap.
He pulls off her only piece of clothing, a white piece of lace, which, by now is soaked in the creamy juices of her guilt and the excitement for her consequences.
'Is my little rebellious slut ready for her Daddy's love? You know it's because of my love for you that I help and guide you, right?’ Master Logan slowly strokes his hand over her plump butt, reaching his fingers in-between her two cheeks and down to her very wet little cunt. Babygirl Lo squeals of excitement but her Dom quickly withdraws his hand ‘Babygirl Lo, you really are Daddy’s little cumslut aren't you? My, my, I better put this to good use!’, Master Logan proudly exclaims before the first bare hand meets the left bottom cheek.
In split seconds flashing by her, she thinks back to the past week and how dark and confused she felt, and, how now, she feels the complete opposite; loved, accepted, cherished and fulfilled.
The impact of his bare hands on her smooth skin increases in intensity with every stroke. She can already feel the reminders that will manifest tomorrow whenever she sits down and this excites her to take more, despite the stinging, burning feeling every few seconds. So painful, so beautiful, they both think at the same time.
After Babygirl Lo is instructed to get up, a tear or two escapes her eyes and rolls down her cheeks. It has been a difficult week, challenge upon challenge which she had to face alone without her Dom, however the tears feel good and signifies a release of tension, and of course a little bit of pain. Babygirl Lo knew that climaxing repetitively, or at all, is not part of the plan for today. This was after all a punishment, a lesson in respect, discipline, and absolute obedience.
Babygirl Lo is laying on Master Logan’s lap with her strawberry blond hair spread across and hanging loose from his lap. Neither Babygirl Lo, nor Master Logan is saying a word as he gently strokes his fingers through her hair. Master Logan is strict, doesn’t let disobedience slide, and makes sure the punishment fits the crime. He is also always ready, available and present to build up what he broke down, care for, and nurture his faithful Sub after each and every encounter, to ensure she is left strong, satisfied and importantly, dignified.
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Monday morning at 6am, Ms Lolita McAdam wakes up with a confidence and self-assuredness that she embraces with great expectations of what her day will hold. Today Lolita decides to wear a tight black leather pencil skirt with a striking red shirt, conservative enough for a corporate influencer, all the while emphasising her dynamic attractiveness that few can describe. Her strawberry blond hair is loosely tied back to reveal the contours of her neck and shoulder line.
She walks with pride, head held high as bystanders stop to stare at beautiful, confident Lolita.
Lolita understands the true power of persuation is confidence.
Lolita understands the true meaning of power is submission.
Lolita understands that nothing is ever as it seems.
