Chyldeofthenorns

Christmas finally came for this little girl:)

29 Dec 2009 2 Comments

by chyldeofthenorns in slave, This girls life

The big day finally came and i was soo excited. Everything was packed. All the paperwork was done, it was time for my big trip. I was dreading the 2 days of travelling and just how tiring they would be for me. I was nervous about the flight. Not about the actual flying but getting onto the plane itself. All the checks and more checks. Had i packed too much? had i packed too little?

Mistress had been planning a surprise for a few days that She had told everybody but me. Even my flatmates were told and it left me terribly curious. It was time that i was finally going to find out.

The coach trip and the waiting went well, if not a little boring. All my bags were checked and after stringent extra checks at heathrow thanks to a bomb scare the previous day i was on the flight and in the air. I won’t say i enjoyed the flight. It was cramped and the take off left me feeling a little sick.  However once that had passed the view out of my window seat was very beautiful.

9 hours later, 9 hours of  ecstasy and butterflies in my stomach i landed at Chicago. I was tired, i was sweaty and hot from the cramped conditions and 2 days of travelling. Even with the wipeys etc that i had brought i felt scummy. My plan was to get through customs, have a bit of a wash and change into the clean clothes in my carry on. Instead…….

I handed my passport and tickets in for inspection, i had my eye scanned and my fingerprints taken and then as i was asked what my reason to coming to the states was, that it was a trip for new year and to visit a good friend of mine that i had known for 2 years but had met online and my occupation, which is unable to work because of disability i was pulled back into the customs office where i was surrounded by about 10 others.  There was a main desk in front of me and a row of seats. There was one indian woman in a wheelchair talking to the guard at the desk. One of the restrictions on entering the states is that you do so on the proviso you are not looking for work etc. The woman said she was, then she said she wasn’t then she said she was with one of the others in the room which he flatly denied. There was a back office with a whiteboard with words like fugitive on it. Despite being told this was normal procedure i knew somethnig was wrong. I had already texted Mistress when i landed and She sent me a message saying that She had extended my flight out until the 28th Feb( yay). I told Her what was happening and i felt so alone. I was so scared i would be sent home without even making it out of the airport.

The guard that interviewed me was very nice. He went through my reasons for being in the country. I explained everything and i was finally let out. I got my case and all i wanted to do was get out of there. I really wanted to have freshened up but i just wanted out of there. I did my best not to panic and not to cry , which i didn’t but i ferlt on the brink of it.

I walked out into the arrivals lounge, it was large and it was full of people. I looked around for Mistress as i came out of the gate and i couldn’t see her so i carried on walking to see if i could spot Her. i don’t know what made me turn around but turn around i did. And that’s when i saw Mistress.

She smiled, this big beaming smile. I looked up at Her and i smiled, then i looked down again and looked back up and smiled again. I was so nervous especially as She had a friend with Her ( for which i was very grateful for for reasons Mistress knows.) Forget wanting to freshen up, forget everything its like the whole airport just stopped existing when i saw Her. I didn’t know whether to squeal or cry.

Her friend drove us back to Her apartment. It was a fun ride though i was quieter than i would usually be because of the customs incident which had knocked the wind out of me.  I giggled, and i listened as Mistress and Her friend playfully bantered. It was soo funny to listen too. He was very sweet and possibly a little cute ( though i will die if he ever finds out lol )

As we got to the apartment , Mistress told me to close my eyes, and She pulled me into the apartment whit my bags trailing behind me. I was very nervous and when i get very nervous i get a little clumsy. I am sure i banged my bags around. But nothing prepared me for the surprise that was waiting.

I opened my eyes to a beaming Mistress, shining Christmas tree with presents under it and decorations. i gasped. It has been a long time since i have had a good christmas, or where i havn’t been the third wheel invite. It felt so nice to be loved so much and wanted so much. I would have cried if it hadn’t been for the customs thing ( good crying). I was completely bowled over. her mom had made me sugar cookies, and She had even given me a couple of presents and Mistress had given me a lot of things, books, a cute teddy bear and a blue crystal heart for reiki focusses. She gave me a crystal ball, and a beatiful pink pashmina in a little asian pillow like bag. perfume, bath stuffs, mini candy canes.. a card which i have spent some of today reading and rereading. So many beautiful things, all because i was loved.Best of all, my collar, my collar my collar. Finally i feel like i am home, a place i havn’t felt in a long time.

Mistress let me have a shower, after i had asked in the car and i had to remind me of my place in front of my friend. It felt extremely good to get rid of all the travelling scumminess. I was going to change out of my clothes into pj’s but Mistress asked “why do you need clothes?” in a testing voice. So after my shower i came to Mistress, and knelt naked with my long hair natural drying as i am used to.

Mistress took me into the bathroom and She took out a comb and combed through my hair, before blow drying it. She ran Her hands through my hair softly, She ran them through roughly, She whispered in my ear of Her dominance and how new slaves of a house would be bathed and tended too like this. I felt small, very small, vulnerable, accepted, loved. And i felt shivers i have not felt in a long time. Those of not being touched in over 2 years. I longed for Her.

We talked, i felt my nervousness slip away and my wonder at finally being there and it being like a dream give way to the reality and as i gave Mistress a body scratch and rub Mistress pulled me too Her, She whispered in my ear of Her ownership of me and She claimed me, She kissed me, She pinched and bit and gently caressed, She spanked my ass until i squirmed and squirmed and i wated to beg for more, for more, harder and to please Her. It was intoxicating and i lost myself in that feeling. Ownership.. Completely and truely Hers.

The night ended with a comment that sparked of a flood of tears, as Mistress held me. After so long being alone, being strong, having gone through so many things the small thing that sparked it off gave way to many many more things.

Today has been like a dream. I have been tired yes, but i have tended to Mistress’s needs as She worked. Made Her breakfast, coffee, done Her chores, been thoroughly abused; made to squirm and writhe and want and yearn for Mistress. I was paddled for not remembering to do something Mistress had asked me to do.. my first punishment. Though, secretly, the paddle felt very good against my skin.

I can’t help but just look at Mistress, watch Her, take Her in. This is like a dream to me, a dream i never want to end.