This is an unusual blog – it is a group blog by men who are slaves of Lady Lana:
Since I know her I explore new things about myself. I look behind corners I never wanted to look before. Last night I noticed another new thing. How frustration can turn into thankfulness. I already experienced the feeling when permission was denied after a long teasing session, but the no touching rule was always horrible for me. So last night I was rolling around in my bed thinking of her. I wanted to give myself a bit of pleasure badly but the longer I was laying there the more I realized I should be thankful she gave me this order.
This night my thoughts were not focused on my pleasure, my hands or anything else. It was only her picture burned in my mind. I woke up several times and the first thing I’ve seen was always her. Isn’t this the greatest gift I could have get?
Originally posted 2009-05-18 00:38:05. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
