The Pocket Dimension of Words

[Luna_Wolf72]

Returns my Daddi's kisses eagerly

and I'm also glad my realm is getting more use

wide smile

I try to stay out because I feel like this is Your place for yourself and your lil loves...and I don't want to intrude, sweetling.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

wide smile

I try to stay out because I feel like this is Your place for yourself and your lil loves...and I don't want to intrude, sweetling.

Teasingly chiding

Oh nonsense Daddi, you are always welcome here

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Swirling white, condensing, coalescing, becoming nearly solid but for the ever shifting shadow within. At last the vapors dispel, depositing a mischief eyed cousin of Puck, rather ungainly, upon her bottom on the floor. Laughing gleefully I pick myself up, padding on silent feet to the large crimson covered bed, the site of my collaring to Mistress. Tonight, it will be my resting place.

Curling up in the center, pulling the cover to my face breathing deeply of Her scent, I sigh, closing my eyes, and drift off into sweet but salacious thoughts of Her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Finding my way here is not easy. Following Lady Thyri through the Cosmos is almost like trying to follow a down feather in the wind. But I manage. Ahhh, 'tis Milady Pen's abode. Not sure if I should be here, a quick look shows Thyri not in residence. So, upon a small table I find, I leave a piece of rolled up parchment tied with an emerald ribbon next to a single rose It reads upon opening:

Milady Thyri,

Glad and I thank you from our hearts for the portrait you left us in the mansion.
We had Sir Thomas hang it where we can see it every day. It is beautiful.
We hope you will stop by another day when we are both there and can come swim with us.
I know how much you love the water.
Again, thank you for your wishes, warm thoughts and please know you are loved in return."

Cait~​

 

[Mz_Cunningham]

I don't mind you visiting, but you should really acknowledges who's realm you're in.

Otherwise have fun and feel free to visit Thyri whenever you want

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I don't mind you visiting, but you should really acknowledges who's realm you're in.

Otherwise have fun and feel free to visit Thyri whenever you want

Done, Milady.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Finding my way here is not easy. Following Lady Thyri through the Cosmos is almost like trying to follow a down feather in the wind. But I manage. Ahhh, 'tis Milady Pen's abode. Not sure if I should be here, a quick look shows Thyri not in residence. So, upon a small table I find, I leave a piece of rolled up parchment tied with an emerald ribbon next to a single rose It reads upon opening:

Milady Thyri,

Glad and I thank you from our hearts for the portrait you left us in the mansion.
We had Sir Thomas hang it where we can see it every day. It is beautiful.
We hope you will stop by another day when we are both there and can come swim with us.
I know how much you love the water.
Again, thank you for your wishes, warm thoughts and please know you are loved in return."

Cait~​

*Stepping out of the vaporous misty white, I'm home again. A soft sigh of contentment emits from me before I notice the ribbon tied parchment. Eager and curious, I unroll it, reading the lines scripted within. An invitation to a pool party with Cait and Glad!

I pause as I consider what they may have done in that pool.

Shrugging, my smile returns as I laugh. It doesn't matter. I'm sure worse things have been done in the ocean at the Outlook. In fact, I'm positive of it. But I am so very happy that my friends like their gift. The change in mood brings a little tune humming to my lips as my happy steps lead me once again to the large bed where She first claimed me. With the fond memories of that moment foremost on my mind, I strip off my clothing, and curl up in the center, the exact spot where She conjured the collar to place around my neck. Smiling with those memories, I soon drift off to contented sleep.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Through the misty cloud of white, I carry Her in my arms, laying Her gently in the huge bed. Pulling the cover up, a soft kiss on Her lips wishing the sweetest of naughty dreams. Then I slip away, until next time.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Wandering the quiet passages of Her home, now mine too. She says I belong. I want to. Belong here. Belong to Her. Belong.....

My footsteps bring me to Her huge bed, weary and in pain, tired, emotionally wrung out, too confused to think clearly. I curl up under the red velvet cover and wait for oblivion to take me away from my cares.*

 

[Mz_Cunningham]

*Wandering the quiet passages of Her home, now mine too. She says I belong. I want to. Belong here. Belong to Her. Belong.....

My footsteps bring me to Her huge bed, weary and in pain, tired, emotionally wrung out, too confused to think clearly. I curl up under the red velvet cover and wait for oblivion to take me away from my cares.*

I come in and see the prone for of my elf, I walk over quietly and lay a soft kiss on her forehead to let her know everything is alright.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

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[Annisthyrienne]

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[Mz_Cunningham]

*Wistfully thinking back to where it all began.* Who knew what it would lead to?

Nostalgia is for those who don't have anything better in their current lives

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*With a heavy heart I visit this place one last time. Once a welcoming place, once a refuge, a home, a place to be with Her. Now, no longer. I am no longer part of this place. I'm no longer welcome.

Reaching up to the back of my neck, I unfasten the only adornment I wear, all that She wished me to wear lately. Now that time has passed. All things come to an end, they say. They're right.

With more than a few regrets, I leave it on the bed where She first put it on me.*

*One last look, and then I step into the mists for the last time.*

 

[Lilac_Sky]

Even hours later, this slave is still floating from her time with Mistress. As she wanders along, she finds herself in one of her favorite places. Her fingers trace along the spines of books, both old and new. She smiles as her eyes dart from title to title. This place is her haven - a combination of her books and Mistress's. She isn't looking for a particular book. She is relishing the feeling of intimacy that still flows through her. Realizing that she doesn't have the focus to read, she curls up on the window seat in the far wall. She pulls her legs up against her chest and wraps her arms around them. Turning to rest her cheek on her knees, she looks out the window and blushingly smiles to think over the new intimacies that she and Mistress have found over the past week. Her eyes drift closed. She is happily skipping toward the dream world where she can relive today's time with Mistress. Maybe Mistress is also dreaming of her.