March 5th, 2020
Good night, my slave slut
Good night, Sir, thank you very much for that experience
Something that has completely taken me by surprise has been the quality of the sexual experiences I have had with you. Our first full experience was incredibly intense and novel for me. You had already made me send you a picture of all my sex toys and obviously the majority of our conversations have been sexual. So I thought I knew what to expect.
I was home alone and you had me prepare my body by putting my plug in at 8:30 pm. I loved the strict time given, the sense of anticipation and control of it. Control over me. You told me to have ready my wand, my glass butt plugs, nipple clamps, wearing my njoy plug. I chose to wear a black lace bra, g string and garter belt and black heels. You told me to have a bowl of ice water and a bowl of warm water ready.
I remember you were late for some reason, an exercise class went over or something distracted you. I was kneeling at the end of my bed, towel spread with all the toys waiting, staring at my phone like a devotee at a shrine. I was a toy waiting as well. The water went cold and I got bored and started texting my friends. Amused that they had no idea of what I was actually doing and wearing while we chatted about their day.
Finally you called me and we began. Your voice is perfect for this play. Dry and calm and masculine. I had placed my large mirror so I could watch myself throughout. Your directions were clear and specific. You had me vibrate my plug with the wand, feeling that amazing sensation through my ass and pelvis for the first time, then switch between rubbing the wand up and down my already wet slit and vibrating the plug. You had me caress my body, something I rarely do while masturbating, pinch and twist my nipples. All the time asking me who I belong to, who owns this cunt, does it feel good, slut? And always, Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.
You had me cool the glass plugs and fuck my own ass with them, the sensation completely new and exciting, then had me shove them all the way in, I remember wincing a bit as I was tight from lack of use. You taught me to count as I slapped my pussy, always remembering to add your title. I fucked my pussy, fingered my clit, stimulated my g spot all at your direction, all on my knees, all tied up. Not yet in cuffs, in collar but in your words and demands. For the first time I was not able to cum at my own leisure but when you said I could. For the first time, I begged you for something with true sincerity, with desperation in my voice. Despair when you started at twenty, joy when you practically shouted, “CUM, my slave slut”.
I know you want to know how it feels to me. My emotions, not just my pleasure, not just how my body responded to your expert manipulation of my clit and my holes. I felt anxious and eager when we started. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, during sex my obedience weighs lighter on me. Perhaps when my thinking mind is overwhelmed by pleasure and pain I can struggle less against my pride and my fear. I don’t remember having an urge to resist you at all. I wanted to see where you would take me. I wanted to know if you could make me feel connected to you and disconnected from everything else. I wanted to know if you could fulfill me and sate my hunger. And you did.
The orgasms that night were intense. Both times I came so hard I pushed out the plugs, much to your amusement and delight. Rolling waves that had me literally writhing on the ground in my lingerie, gasping in air and moaning. I felt immense gratitude towards you afterwards, respect for your skill, honored that you took the time with me and hope. Hope that we could have something better than I ever thought possible despite the limitations.