Dear Diary,
I feel an uneasiness in my heart… a sadness if you will. I try not to let it bug me, but I feel it looms over me. I am not wanting think about it, but it is everywhere I go, as it is inevitable.
I do not want this… but it has to be done.
I do not like this… but liking it makes no difference.
The days are short, and the time ticking down.
I don’t want to go…
-Psy
Dear Diary,
Gosh that sounds silly… hehe well anyway. I am just typing away, just letting me feeling bleed in this blog.
So where to begin…?
This weekend I found myself in a situation that I felt uncomfortable. I was asked to join in on a Trial. Now, you might be asking… “why are you not comfortable?” Well, under that pressure and with the initial complications I get intimidated… and easily overwhelmed. But… I can’t stop thinking about it. Not because how we almost got won it, but how I felt after. I felt defeated and as if I let down everyone, or was a burden…
You know that saying “stick and stones may break,my bones, but words will never hurt me”? Well that is a lie. Words can do so much more. In fact, words can uplift someone when they lack confidence. They can cheer up someone when they feel down or sad. They can make someone laugh with a joke or just be being silly. And they can feel loved, oh so loved as someone expresses their devotion to you.
That is the feeling I felt after. Loved. I was told by my wife and my friend that I can do it, that I did great, and it might not have meant a lot then, but the reality is that it does then and it still does now.
I ran as a tank in a dungeon last night and my wife told me two things: 1st- that she gets turned on me being in front, defending her and 2nd- that she proud of me pushing myself to endure challenges, pushing my limit and learning to slow down time and know what to do while under pressure. The confidence boost that gave me is incredible. I mean sure, I love making her excited, but the sheer fact that she wants to see me get better, be better, and do better warms my heart.
I have picked up books to learn white magic, to learn black magic, archery, Ninjitsu, Bushido, and many more. I was told I am a “jack of all trades, master on none”, but I disagree with that. I think I am a master at oe thing… supporting my wife and friends.
I love them very much and they have been a blessing in my life… putting up with my antics, my flurry of emotions, my fickleness, and my love for a lot jobs, hehe.
I am a very lucky girl to have this much support and love.
-Psyiah
Anni squirms under the dominating strength of her owner. She moans and whimpers but obediently takes the fucking she is given.
[Anni enters her master’s house]
I hold her, my heart healed, my soul once more whole.
These words were spoken to me by my wife yesterday evening as we stood before each other and renewed our vows.
Psy has always been good with words. Not me. I don’t have words to describe the love I have for my wife. Even yesterday, as we exchanged vows, I fumbled over my words, having a hard time saying what I was feeling.
I am not an easy kitten to be with, I know. I aggravate her with my stubbornness. I know she hates the way I forget to put the cap on the toothpaste tube. And I don’t always remember to tell her when I am going to be home late. But she still loves me. She never points out my flaws, she never draws attention to my mistakes. She just loves me for me. She accepts me for who I am and everything I am and loves all of it.
I tell her I don’t deserve her. Its cliche, I know, but there isn’t another way to say it. I feel so special because of her. I feel like she deserves someone who is a better lover and care taker. Someone who can be a better provider. I just, I guess I feel like I just wanna curl up in her arms and beg for her to never let me go. I need her in my life.
When I am home alone, my heart feels empty. I roam around the house bored and unable to find anything I want to do. I do a little dusting, I rearrange the furniture, I play solitaire triple triad…I mope about and feel “blah”. My heart like legit aches. I can’t seem to cure the pain, only Psyiah can. Only the sound of the front door closing and the sound of her voice as she calls to me, can heal that pain. I throw my arms around her and welcome her home with a big hug. I hold her, my heart healed, my soul once more whole.
I have a very technical mind, and its hard for me to put my emotions into words. Hell all I’ve done here is blabber and throw together random thoughts trying to piece together a way to let my wife know she is my entire world and without her, nothing matters.
Psyiah, if you’re reading this, please know that you are my one true love. I would give up anything for you. You really truly do make my world a better place.
A slave shows her master how to use a milking machine.
Master: “So kitten, did you have plans for the day?”
Anni’s ears twitch, indicating her happiness. “Um….master said, yesterday, she wanted to spend time with kitten today.”
Master: “Yes I did. Master does not have anything she needs to do really, so I would like to help you some more.”
Anni: “oh? well thank you master!”
Master: “I just want time with my kitten.”
Anni: “Your kitten got more tan before the ceremony yesterday, and she did her hair different. Is master pleased with these changes?”
Master: “I am kitten, you look like a golden goddess.”
Anni blushes and looks away. “Oh master….”
Anni puts on her glasses and winks at her master.
Master: “I love your eyes kitten.” She winks at Anni.
Anni: “Thank you master! Kitten’s wife likes them too. Oh! kitten just thought of something.”
Master: “Whats that kitten.”
Anni: “Kitten bought a breast pumping kit for her pet but….it hasn’t been used yet….” Anni winks.
Master giggles. “You want to give it a shot? I have never seen one so you might need to show me what to do.”
Anni nods before getting up and going over to a drawer where she has been keeping some clothes and personal belonging. She pulls out the box and removes the pieces.
Master: “So, this is the pump? It looks kind of small.”
Anni: “mmhmm yup this is it. OK, so we have two cups with nipple shields that go on like this….. then we hook a tube to each one and those connect here…. on this pumping unit.
Master nods to Anni.
Anni: “So just flip this switch here…..” Anni turns it on and it begins to make a quiet humming sound. “And here…. hold these up to my breasts.” Anni hands the two cups to her master.
Master looks them over, thinking they look very odd, but does as Anni says and places them gently to her breast. “Like this kitten?” She keeps her hands in place smiling at her kitten.
The nipple shields fit nicely around Anni’s nipples and as soon as they are fully on Anni’s skin, the suction pulls them on. Instantly Anni’s nipples can be seen pulsing with the suction. “Yup…now the suction will hold them on, you can let go.”
Master drops her hands and watches as the machine does its work. “Wow, that’s kind of sexy to watch kitten!” She blushes and keeps watching Anni’s chest.
A few moments go by and in that time Anni gently massages her breast tissue, stimulating the flow of milk. After about 30 seconds milk begins to squirt from Anni’s nipples. It drips into the collection cups. Anni smiles at her master. “There master, you are milking me!”
Master smiles. “Oh kitten, you make so much milk. I will have to drink some once you are done. I love the taste so much.
Anni smiles at her owner. “Yup its good enough to use in place of bovine milk if you wish. In your coffee, on cereal…. some people say its sweeter than regular milk so there is often a demand for it at markets. You might be surprised what it is worth.”
Master: “I can save this and have you with my coffee in the morning?” She smiles big.
Anni: “Mmhmm you sure can, just refrigerate as you would normally.” Anni looks down at her nipples and checks the output. She turns up the pump a little.
Master kisses Anni as the pump does its magic, she slips her tongue past her lips and playfully combats hers.
Anni closes her eyes and gently sucks on her owner’s tongue as they make out. Anni’s tongue swirls around her master’s, playing hard to get. The milk machine continues to tug at Anni’s nipples, draining her breasts of her milk.
Master pulls from the kiss and sees that less milk is starting to flow. “Hey kitten, I think you might be close to done.”
Anni looks down and nods. She sees very little milk is squirting out now. She grabs onto the cups. “Ok master, turn off the pump.”
Master flips the switch, and seeing milk still on her kitten, she helps herself to whats left, sucking and licking it up. She moans as she does.
Anni pulls the cups away from her nipples and giggles as her master helps herself to the residual drips. “And that’s all there is to it master. Now you have two almost full cups of your kitten’s milk.” Anni smiles. “Would master like to keep this kit? Kitten will buy a new one for her pet. Then master can milk her slave any time she wishes.”
Master: “I would kitten, I would.” She smiles as she nods. “Your milk is so good.”
Anni: “Purrrfect!” She giggles
Master: “You gave master a lesson!”
Anni giggles, “Well kitten kind of did.”
Master: “Do your breast feel better now?” She playfully jiggles them.
Anni: “Oh!” She giggles. “Oh yes master, much better. And now kitten’s body will get busy making more milk!” Anni smiles, “Wana try some of that milk?” Anni winks.
Master: “Yes please!” She grins like a little girl.
Anni turns her back to her master and bends over to pick up one of the cups. The tape covering her pussy is shown. Anni hands it to master. “Here you go.”
Master loves watching Anni bend over, and is still grinning when Anni hands her the cup. “Thank you kitten.” She starts drinking, she loves it so that she ends up finished the whole cup, she looks a bit embarrassed as she drank so much.
Anni giggles at her master. “Good huh?” Anni leans in for a kiss on her master’s milk covered lips.
Master kisses back, she is so happy right now, her kitten is just making every bad thing in her life go away. “Yes kitten, it might be my favorite, over apples and kiwi.”
Anni: “Whoa, that’s like really good then!” She giggles.
Master: “I get to taste kitten with every drink.”
Anni: “The day is still early, kitten will be ready for another milking tonight before bed. Being milked every 12 hours is best but kitten can do a whole day with just one milking, but her breasts are really sore then.”
Master: “You have so much to give kitten.”
Anni: “…and I want you to have it all master.”
Master: “I would love to drink from you again.”
Anni: “You may master, as soon as Kitten has made more, it is all yours!”
The Nalanis 