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[oleander-foxglove]

My Valentine (part 3)

On the 17th Master and I had our Dynamic Valentine's Day, and ironically we didn't actually end up fucking that day.

Instead, we had a pancake date and watched some Werewolf movies (Master's current fixation) .

Master tried making Japanese style fluffy pancakes, meanwhile I was trying a new heart-shaped pan to make valentine pancakes; I got three out of the pan, before I ended up tossing the whole damn thing and making circles (For a £5 pan I can't really be upset, but it was irritating that the whole thing just fucked itself).

In the end we both had pancakes, and watched Van Helsing (Master's first viewing), and Silver Bullet (My first watch).

Van Helsing was initially a slow burn, but once Master had eaten and we got into the swing of the movie we were both laughing and yelling at the screen. It was so much fun, and I'm glad I got to show Him the movie.

Silver Bullet was a really good watch! I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would, and several times the script surprised me with how funny and blunt it was. We had a good laugh at that one too, and both spent a lot of the movie chatting about the priest's nice ass and absolute slut waist.

It was a wonderful night, and I'm excited to see what next year's Valentine's dates will look like <3 ~Mr. R Approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

Greedy Cunt

CW: Gape mention, mental health mentions, honestly not a lot this is probably one of my tamest posts

I spent the day trying to be productive- lately I've been having a lot of mental health issues, and on this day I was finally feeling back to rights again. With that my libido had sort of... woken back up.

I started whining to Master while He slept that I needed Him. Idly grinding against the mattress or my chair to ease the newfound ache that plagued my productivity. Alas, the day carried on and I dipped out to my friend's house to drop off some brownies; naturally, right as I turned up, He woke up. Safe to say I did not stay long.

"Hurry home so I can make a bitch out of you" He'd said, after having me insist we could be very quick as He did have to get ready for work. He had me gather our usual toys, as well as get the newest one ready to mount on the machine. I also decided to dress up for Him, just to be extra cute~

The moment the clear dildo slipped into me, I was screaming- It'd only been four days since our last session, and I was already so needy and sensitive. The first time I came, I actually jolted the bed so much I knocked the camera down. I didn't notice until after... maybe the fifth time, based on what I can hear listening back. Safe to say when I did notice, I set it up in a much more stable position the second time around.

Once the camera issue was sorted, we switched to the king. Frankly, I don't have many other toys that can help prepare me for the newest one, so it's a good thing we used it. Master clearly wanted to make sure our session wouldn't last as long as usual though, because He turned the machine up so bloody quickly- can practically hear my brain melting while watching back. With how violently the camera was shaking, and how desperately I was screaming, I'm surprised it didn't fall again (hard not to get a little motion sick looking back). Then again, it's hard to not focus on how much I was loving it.

Seeing my own cum leaking from my cunt, hearing my screams muffled by the cushions, watching as my body violently jerks off the machine into a heap on the bed only for me to wake up from my stupor more desperate than before for His cock.

I don't even know if He told me to get back on it, I just know I did despite clearly being almost too weak to hold myself up. He made me cum so hard I collapsed onto my side, cunt sticky and dripping while my body jerked in the aftershocks.

My stomach hurt so damn bad, but I was just too desperate for more to give in to how my body felt.

I set the new toy up on the machine, and thank goodness that Master let me adjust and sink down on it at my own pace. Watching my cunt try to take the sheer size of it... it's insane seeing it from His perspective. It's hard to process seeing my own body handle something so big, seeing the machine stop moving because my cunt was gripping it so damn tightly when I came. It's... intense.

Seeing how gaped it left my cunt, how weak it left me, while still pushing back against it for more... Every time, it has me aching to feel it all over again.

Despite being rammed so roughly with the toy, I was still craving more of the machine. Master had things to do and, as I should always remember...

He gives to me plenty.

~Mr. R Approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

23rd July: Anniversary

Two years ago in 2023, I was going through a very rough six months. My dog died, my girlfriend and I broke up, work was hell, and I was swiftly reaching the end of my rope.

I was lonely, I was tired, and I was desperate to finally feel something good again.

And then, I met Him. Like fate.

At the worst possible time in my life, when I'd felt worse than I had in years, He dropped into my life like an anchor in a storm.

When we first spoke, it seemed clear on my end that we both felt a spark neither could deny. He was the dominant I'd been praying for, and I was a submissive He could break and rebuild into His ideal little doll.

Initially, He was just going to take me on as a foster puppy; at the time He had another submissive, wasn't seeking another, and while it broke my heart I had to try and accept that eventually He would send me off to find someone else.

Clearly, I was a very good foster fail~

Early on I told Him how much I knew I was His. How He'd broken me in too well, that no one could compare, no one could come close. He agreed I'd be His, now and for always, and since we've done nothing but compliment one another as we grow more and more and develop our dynamic with plans for the future.

To my Master:

You have made my life so much brighter, so much sweeter, and so much more worth living. You bless me with your light every single day, and warm me with your praise and care. More and more as time goes on, it's clear to me that I am well and truly obsessed with you. You're in my heart and soul, my very marrow; in the deepest darkest recesses of all that I am, there you are too. You're on my mind near constantly. I can't truly express just how much you mean to me and how deep my affection for you runs. It is bottomless. Endless. Infinite.

I cannot wait for what our future holds, and will continue to do my best by you as your doll until I return to dust and follow you into that last great sleep.

It will be a dream from which I hope to never wake <3

~Mr. R Approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

Finally

On the 18th of this month (June), 2025, I finally got something I've been wanting since I was a teenager.

My Master collared me.

I know to a lot of people these days, collaring is seen more casually- which I understand. In part it's a fashion statement, to others it's just not as serious a bond- which, to each their own, that isn't a judgement.

But not to me.

I got introduced to BDSM and kink when I was underage, something that unfortunately seems common among people my age who had free range on the internet in our formative years; fortunately for me most of my experiences weren't traumatic or distressing. A lot of them taught me a lot about safety, consent, boundaries, and about myself as a person- and more importantly as a submissive.

I have had... a long, long track record, of crappy dominants though.

For a long time I was stuck in a cyle of yearning for someone good, finding someone promising, only to be let down by several glaring red flags. After a while, I think I genuinely gave up hope of finding a dominant that suited me and became content with being by myself and finding joy with my romantic partnerships.

And then I met Him.

My Master is one of a kind. He's everything I've looked for in a dominant and more. We line up on kinks to a T, He provides me structure, stability, care, isn't afraid to treat me how I want and need to be treated as a submissive, and isn't so strict that I can't offer suggestions or advise Him on what to do.

We sync up so perfectly, I thought it was too good to be true.

At the time He had another submissive, and took me on temporarily as a foster dominant- seeing as I was eager to learn more, and frankly eager to be His- with the intent of training me up and then finding someone more suitable.

In the end, He and His submissive broke up, and it became quite clear that I wasn't likely to remain as a foster submissive long term.

What's that saying about never feeding strays?

I made quite clear early on that I didn't want anyone else. He was the dominant for me- I could feel it in my bones that I was His. He, similarly, agreed that I was His- He couldn't let me go now.

Since then, we've both been on a journey together of self discovery and healing through each other- I healing some of His scars from his past submissive, and He healing scars left by not only a long line of unworthy dominants, but by plenty of others as well.

He bought me my first collar almost a year ago- one tagged with my name as well- but due to financial constraints and now international shipping constraints (cheers Donald), we haven't been able to get it to me. Instead we're saving it for when we can meet in-person, and He can clip it on me Himself.

However, we've been discussing getting a collar for me since. Recently we decided on a day collar that I could wear to work as well as everywhere else, and Master had it sent directly to me from the company so no issues with shipping (Yay!).

It arrived on the 18th. We called so He could see me put it on live- and I won't lie, I cried. Just... thinking about not only finally getting something I'd seen so many others do, something I'd wanted since I first realised I was a submissive, and about how I was lucky enough to be collared by Him... yeah, I cried hard.

We took some pictures to commemorate, and saved the date for future to celebrate.

I can't overstate how happy I am.

I'm His. Forever <3

~Mr. R Approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

"He gives to me, plenty"

CW: Punishment, masochism, petplay, semi-deep emotions, slight omegaverse and a/b/o dynamic mentions

On Monday, Master casually mentioned He was free to call if we wanted to- but that He was taking care of his morning wood~ I offered to assist in such matters, being a dedicated pup, and He agreed though said we'd be in for a short session.

I asked if He didn't want to spend the time, i.e. needed to be quick, would it be okay if I used the machine with the red knot on it. He instead said we could use it then and there. We didn't have much time for prep, but at the mention of it I begged my Master: "Please just breed me Sir. My vibrator isn't charged anyway. I've been missing you all morning. I woke up at 3:30 and spent the last nine hours just thinking about you, aching for you"

So, we set about the machine- I did use plenty of lube just to be safe, but even so the first time hurt unbelievably. Partway through I was crying into the pillow beneath me, but by the time I came... I was well used to it.

The second time around I was fiending for it, and I managed to take the knot on it without even needing any extra lube. I was barking, whining screaming. The only words I had were repeated over and over on loop between groans: "Master" "Alpha" "Breed me", over and over until eventually all I could do was whine. I came until I couldn't function for a solid minute or two, panting and drooling like a good little bitch should.

A greedy bitch, unfortunately.

I asked Master if I could continue with the machine since He had to leave. He said I could, but since I was being so greedy I wouldn't be allowed to get off it until He said so.

It took a few minutes to actually get on the thing, and when I did I regretted it almost immediately. I came twice, and the second time ended up actually physically hurting myself somewhere- I jumped off the machine in pure agony, curled up on my side screaming for a solid minute. Thankfully it doesn't appear I did any lasting damage to myself, but it was... incredibly painful.

Before my Master could respond to me, I asked my wife to come and use a crop on me. My head was still spinning from the machine, but I just kept wanting more. It wasn't a smart move.

I managed a handful of spanks with two different crops, the result was a very sore arse and an even sorer sense of guilt.

Master asked if I'd learned anything about over indulgence from the experience. I said I learned not to listen to my cunt when it's greedy, and He corrected me far more eloquently:

"You learned that what Master gives you is enough. Your master knows best. You aren’t good enough to take care of yourself. Over indulgence is a better teacher than denial."

He then gave me options for my punishment: "Now your options are to go fill a page with lines- “He gives to me plenty”, or to hop on the machine and finish what You started. You decided to ask me for a very gracious blessing and even denounced me for something ‘stronger’. As if a demon could compete with a forest spirit.. I gave you what you asked for in great abundance. Pay me in blood, tears, or devotion."

Getting back on the machine wasn't going to be an option- I was... in far too much pain, and genuinely worried I was going to do some serious damage, so I opted to fill a page with lines.

In the past, I never understood writing lines as a punishment. It seemed... pointless. With Him however, I've learned it's true purpose.

It gives me time to think. Time to consider. Time to regret; to sit and stew on my actions and not only how they affected me, but my Master as well.

My Master is a spirit of over indulgence and lust. He is a deity of the depraved. By not only wanting to continue on after our session, but going to someone else for even more was jarring to His headspace. He's made clear He's happy for me to do things with my romantic partners, but, as He so keenly put it, "I am unfazed by your pain. It’s supposed to be mine... I’m not a very good god of abundance if you need someone else to fill the gap."

I hadn't considered His perspective at the time. I was just seeking my own high. But, as I continued to write my lines in the smallest handwriting I could, I came to realise that I'd been completely inconsiderate of my dominant in that moment. I hadn't shown Him the curtesy and respect He shows me.

I felt... deeply ashamed.

I felt so ashamed, I filled the page twice- in two directions, with two different pens.

In the end, Master forgave me. We discussed the situation further, set in place more boundaries. Two days later and I'm still feeling the physical consequences of my actions as much as the emotional ones.

I appreciate His punishments. They give me the perspective a dumb mutt like me needs sometimes to appreciate my situation. I need to remember just how good He is to me. After all...

He gives to me, plenty~

~Mr. R Approved~