Dear Mistress,
I had a good night's sleep, woke next to you and began thinking about what to write this am. I know you said I could take the morning off, but somehow the process of outlining in my brain some thoughts that might turn you on as you wake up turns me on . the process is good for me (and hopefully for you too).
Thursday's crazy orgasm score was Mistress 12- Slave 5 by my count. So yesterday was like a partial day off. 5-2. No wonder. We were both a little tired when we got home last night. I got thinking some about our conversation about your roller coaster and so far cyber relationship with E while walking home from the football game. You fear giving up control, whether to E or anyone else. And here I have been enjoying my giving up control to you and discovering both its erotic and emotional benefits.
As I thought back to make up a "top ten" of hot moments from my perspective from the last week, a theme emerged. But here are the moments first (in chronological order):
10. You tied to and draped over the bed Sunday am, after a nice hard spanking, as I slowly slid my cock inside you, talking about how you (and I ) would feel at the thought of E doing that to you. (our "readers" should know that Sunday morning is the day you give me the privilege of switching roles with you).
9. Me gathering my cloths, as you talked on the phone to E on Monday night in our room , then coming down stairs to stew as I heard you pacing above me, charged with sexual energy for another man. (Did he ever figure out that when he called, I was on my knees, between your legs, worshiping your delicious cunt?)
8. Sending you that email begging you to use the strap on on that evening, because I was feeling particularly submissive after that long talk you had with him,and needed that dose of uber dominance by you to validate those feelings.
7. The frustration as you did use the strap on on me that evening, when I almost but not quite was able to come against the bed that way. (Of course, once you took off the strap-on I was desperate to fuck you).
6. Was it later that night, that you pulled out your long black leather glove, and used it to stroke my balls as you rode me. I remember how hard I came that way , breaking the Monday rule (i.e., no conventional intercourse/orgasm).
5. You gently stroking me through my jeans at the concert. Me knowing that I had no right to ask you to stop. I was there simply for you to toy with. I really could have come that way, tho it was better to save it for home.
4. The frustration of being inside you on Wednesday, my abstinence day, but unable to come.
3. Waking early Thursday a.m., after a day of abstinence, hard and frustrated but constrained by your order not to wake you until about 6:45.
2. Sitting on the floor between your legs, while we watched TV Thursday night, rubbing my mouth against you Sensing and tasting and smelling how turned on you were. wondering if you had been sending an e to E as you typed away furiously on your computer.
1. The thickening of my cock later that night when E's text chime went off, feeling how turned on you were as I reached between your legs from behind, then the wild "too tired to fuck, too horny not to" sex we had , the 5th for me that day, after the day of abstinence.
1A. You in my office Friday before lunch. tasting you through your boots and tights, then peeling them away and bringing you to orgasm. Then doing you one more time as you looked out the window. I loved the smile on your face when you explained why you did not bring the key to my cage. your pleasure was our only concern. (its making me hard right now to think about that).
The common theme of this list of 11 highlights from our week seems to be the power of my surrender of control to you. So its not surprising that you would want a taste of the same medicine from E or someone else.. That is part of the pull of E for you. ALong with the idea that he had accessed and awakened a long , dormant "free spirited" part of your personality. Its annoying to you that he seems to drift in and out so easily, even when you are politely asking for his attention. Maybe it's too frustrating for you to handle. But the idea of surrendering to those feeling he has unleashed still is a powerful one for my mistress. And you should know I will ALWAYS be here to nurture, protect and catch you if you fall too hard, Mistress., whether for E or someone else.
So why does that dynamic turn me (and I think you too) on, whether its for E or K, or just some guy who flirts with you at the Post Office. The list on this web post I sent you a while ago makes some of the points , tho a few probably are not as relevant. Subservient to Her: 7) Embracing Cuckoldry <http://subservient2her.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-embracing-cuckoldry.html> .
But whether its cyber, fantasy or real, I do think our openness about the attractive qualities of other men, their desire for you, and your desire/interest for/ in them has added some visceral intensity to our relationship. Maybe all those years you have sent the "keep your distance" signal. Maybe these last few weeks you have not. No reason to hide your charms, mistress. Whatever you do or feel, I am behind you ready to catch, lick and fuck you when I get your permission. Its your choice whether to follow your cunt or your brain.
Love, your slave.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Election Day
My mistress asks me to do a homework assignment every morning in the hour before its time to wake her, reflecting on the prior day's activities. It keeps me out of trouble while she sleeps and also primes me for our first encounter of the day. This assignment relates to election day in our charming midwestern city:
It was a good day, mistress, despite some bad vibes from someone neither of us wants to see at that election night party. Not sure whether you plan to keep this to yourself, or share with your prospective lover/dom, but of course that's for you to decide as the one who possesses me completely (and of course the thought that you may someday share the details of my submission with him or others as you choose ads a bit of a thrill to this project).
Yesterday was one of those days that started hot and slowly mushroomed into a sex marathon that seemed like one long unnatural act of endurance, particularly for a "grizzled vet" like me (is that how that little dork introduced me last night?) Since I woke a little later than normal this am, I can only hit the highlights:
1) You exercised Mistress's right to turn me away in the middle of the night last night, which left me horny and awake, and caused me to write that essay for you. So by the time I was done, my cock was thick and I was anxious to be back in bed, buried within you. After planting my face in your cunt under the covers as you worked with your laptop, and pleasing you, you gave me permission to fuck you. I was pretty desperate by then. The result was a bit more rushed than normal, and all a blur by now. But I got the release I needed and could finally focus on my day.
2) as usual you had me wear my cage to work, and we were in touch by email while you were in that meeting downtown. And there I was back at my office slavishly emailing you about how nice it would be to be on my knees under that conference room table, servicing you while you tried to keep your corporate face on. And wondering whether the meeting's subject (something about slavery, wasn't it?) was making you think about being someone else's sex slave, rather than a slave owner.
3) Your meeting was ending and you told me to be there at 12:45 sharp for my worship opportunity. As I pushed the chair (your makeshift throne) against the office door, and helped you work down those sexy black tights you casually mentioned that your prospective master, E, had emailed you that a.m. too, describing a scenario where he would push you over that very same conference room table under which I had imagined myself kneeling, and take you with some force after a good spanking. Your cunt was already dripping, no doubt from that thought. As I went to my knees to tongue you to orgasm, you wrapped one delicious thigh over my shoulder, pressing me even harder against you. Unfortunately for me, the key was at home and I could only throb inside my cage. And I was left with the taste and smell of you to haunt me at work for the rest of the afternoon.
4) By the time I got home at around 5, I was in a state, to say the least. Thankfully you let me skip our planned bike ride. Getting kind of desperate to submit these days, probably because of the way you describe your flirtation with E, I suggested that you tie my hands as I knelt to worship you. That's all the more stimulating to me, though I don't know whether its a bonus for you or not. After all no fingers are available. But that did not seem to impede your satisfaction on this occassion.
You had me stand then, and unlocked my cage, since my hands were of no assistance. You toyed with me for a while, until I was quite hard and a bit crazy. You had me lie on my back, hands still tied, but not terribly uncomfortable, and mounted me. Within minutes you had one of those intense orgasms that I love so much (was it aided by my talk of you riding E's cock, your own hands tied behind you?) And then your fingers toyed with my balls as you rode me somemore until I cam incrashing waves inside you.
We laid there in that post orgasmic bliss of ours, me snuggled against you, hands still tied. You reading a magazine. Then your text message chime went off. It was E, giving you a pep talk about our night's plans, suggesting that maybe when we got home I should feel your riding crop aas a suitable punishment for the angst I was causing you.
Somehow it seemed he was looking over your shoulder. I told you to feel free to respond (not that you needed my permission). His intrusion had actually caused my cock to respond in that mysterious, submissive way it does when you share the details of our peculiar relationship with him.
In short order I was untied and bringing you to yet another orgasm with my hand as you instructed me to tell a story about how E would debauch you at our vacation house, making you beg for permission to come, but denying you permission until you ame anyway, unable to hold back a second longer, earning furher punishment for your disobedience.
You then told me to insert my little white "device", and we made love yet again, with more orgasms all around. Maybe 2 within an hour for me. Crazy.
Readers, believe it or not this continues. will post the end of "election day" later.
It was a good day, mistress, despite some bad vibes from someone neither of us wants to see at that election night party. Not sure whether you plan to keep this to yourself, or share with your prospective lover/dom, but of course that's for you to decide as the one who possesses me completely (and of course the thought that you may someday share the details of my submission with him or others as you choose ads a bit of a thrill to this project).
Yesterday was one of those days that started hot and slowly mushroomed into a sex marathon that seemed like one long unnatural act of endurance, particularly for a "grizzled vet" like me (is that how that little dork introduced me last night?) Since I woke a little later than normal this am, I can only hit the highlights:
1) You exercised Mistress's right to turn me away in the middle of the night last night, which left me horny and awake, and caused me to write that essay for you. So by the time I was done, my cock was thick and I was anxious to be back in bed, buried within you. After planting my face in your cunt under the covers as you worked with your laptop, and pleasing you, you gave me permission to fuck you. I was pretty desperate by then. The result was a bit more rushed than normal, and all a blur by now. But I got the release I needed and could finally focus on my day.
2) as usual you had me wear my cage to work, and we were in touch by email while you were in that meeting downtown. And there I was back at my office slavishly emailing you about how nice it would be to be on my knees under that conference room table, servicing you while you tried to keep your corporate face on. And wondering whether the meeting's subject (something about slavery, wasn't it?) was making you think about being someone else's sex slave, rather than a slave owner.
3) Your meeting was ending and you told me to be there at 12:45 sharp for my worship opportunity. As I pushed the chair (your makeshift throne) against the office door, and helped you work down those sexy black tights you casually mentioned that your prospective master, E, had emailed you that a.m. too, describing a scenario where he would push you over that very same conference room table under which I had imagined myself kneeling, and take you with some force after a good spanking. Your cunt was already dripping, no doubt from that thought. As I went to my knees to tongue you to orgasm, you wrapped one delicious thigh over my shoulder, pressing me even harder against you. Unfortunately for me, the key was at home and I could only throb inside my cage. And I was left with the taste and smell of you to haunt me at work for the rest of the afternoon.
4) By the time I got home at around 5, I was in a state, to say the least. Thankfully you let me skip our planned bike ride. Getting kind of desperate to submit these days, probably because of the way you describe your flirtation with E, I suggested that you tie my hands as I knelt to worship you. That's all the more stimulating to me, though I don't know whether its a bonus for you or not. After all no fingers are available. But that did not seem to impede your satisfaction on this occassion.
You had me stand then, and unlocked my cage, since my hands were of no assistance. You toyed with me for a while, until I was quite hard and a bit crazy. You had me lie on my back, hands still tied, but not terribly uncomfortable, and mounted me. Within minutes you had one of those intense orgasms that I love so much (was it aided by my talk of you riding E's cock, your own hands tied behind you?) And then your fingers toyed with my balls as you rode me somemore until I cam incrashing waves inside you.
We laid there in that post orgasmic bliss of ours, me snuggled against you, hands still tied. You reading a magazine. Then your text message chime went off. It was E, giving you a pep talk about our night's plans, suggesting that maybe when we got home I should feel your riding crop aas a suitable punishment for the angst I was causing you.
Somehow it seemed he was looking over your shoulder. I told you to feel free to respond (not that you needed my permission). His intrusion had actually caused my cock to respond in that mysterious, submissive way it does when you share the details of our peculiar relationship with him.
In short order I was untied and bringing you to yet another orgasm with my hand as you instructed me to tell a story about how E would debauch you at our vacation house, making you beg for permission to come, but denying you permission until you ame anyway, unable to hold back a second longer, earning furher punishment for your disobedience.
You then told me to insert my little white "device", and we made love yet again, with more orgasms all around. Maybe 2 within an hour for me. Crazy.
Readers, believe it or not this continues. will post the end of "election day" later.
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