After Harold, I surmised that I was not as ready as I thought to embrace my new-found sexuality. I tried to lay low, to forget that thrill of sexual expression, but… This is the message I found when I opened my LinkedIn account one Monday morning. No facial profile, simply “M” as a name. I thought it was intriguing as I had only been on the site for networking purposes. Why would someone write this to me on a business site? I, of course, wrote back: “Your message is intriguing and yet obscure…” I received this in reply: Me: Do I know you, perhaps? Me: I am no one’s slave. I have Domination over my own life. Me: Why would you even think I desire that kind of relationship? This is a networking site! Me: You know nothing about me! Leave me alone! I drew back in horror. He knew of my life! How? Did Harold speak of me? Me: How do you know about me? Me: I don’t know what you mean… I am true to myself. He was right. I knew it. My brief written dalliance with Harold had proven that. When we met, we knew something was missing. I am not a true Domme; I’m a top at best. Perhaps this man knew how to release me… but dare I take that chance? Me: Perhaps what you’ve said may be true. Would you like to meet for coffee? As I said, you have intrigued me. Me: I am not looking for a written word lover. I am a real woman. I require a flesh and blood man. Goodbye. That sent a sensual thrill coursing through my bones. Dare I take a chance? Me: Why are you stalking me? Me: Leave me alone! Me: I’m blocking you, now. I did not block him. He knew I wouldn’t, damn him! Over the next several weeks, my education in the art of Dominance and submission took many forms, all of which I performed on myself through his instruction. I learned how to wield a crop, a flogger, and a cane. I watched videos of wax play, bloodplay, sensory deprivation, knife play and rope craft. And I waited for that moment of clarity when he would contact me. “I want you to sit back and allow me to serve you, Sir.” The music starts and I sway to you, my large breasts bouncing, the dim light glistens against my reddish brown curls. Just looking at you sitting there, cock in hand, while you watch me, makes my pussy pulse and I feel the moisture between my legs. Ah yes, my hands reach for my breasts, offering them to your waiting mouth, as my ass keeps rhythm with the music. You touch one breast with your tongue and the shock sends waves of pleasure down to my core. A fresh coat of cream seeps down my thighs. You cup my other breast, kneading it in your capable hand; I can’t help but follow the path of my pleasure to part my curls and dip my fingers into my drenched cunt. I lift my hand, offering a taste to my lover…. You reach for my hand, drawing me close as you lick the cream from my fingers, I pinch my nipples because I know you watch as you suck lovingly on my hand. I feel your cock twitching against my thigh, seeking entrance to what you desire. I bend my head for a kiss and climb onto the chair, my pussy level with your eager tongue. Your arms encircle me, bringing me closer as you greedily suck my clit and lap at my juices. I cum with a keening cry, my body convulsing, boneless in the throes of ecstasy. You lift me slightly and impale me on your thick cock and I moan as the sensations begin again. I hold onto the back of the chair, my breasts bouncing in your face, as I ride the magnificent cock that gives me such pleasure. Up and down, faster and faster, my pussy clenches, refusing to release and you slam me down once more, spilling your seed into my warm and loving womb. We collapse in each other’s’ arms, breathes mingling, chests heaving, and your arms encircle me, rubbing my back, gently coming down from our ecstasy. You know I need this time with you, before the world intrudes. For just a moment more, nothing and no one exists. “I fear rejection.” “I want more than sexual satisfaction. I want the connection.” “Why can’t I be both?” The video goes blank and I am left to ponder why he arouses me so. And if I will hear from Him again. It has been two weeks. Two weeks of lust filled exploration of my body at his instruction. He plays me like a Master… and I, His willing slave. Sir… You know I’m more than willing to allow your Dominance over me. I’m your sexual slave. Shall I make you smile? Today is Thankful Thursday, Sir…. I’m thankful that one day I may get to suck your magnificent cock… Tomorrow would be Fuck Me Friday! I await your instruction with breathless anticipation… Yes, Master. There is something erotically charged about a faceless man – I only see the outline of his body and hear his voice. It is a bit of sensory deprivation that quickens my pulse and makes my pussy quiver. He knows this as he knows everything about my inner desires. You wish to make a feast of me??? Mmmm, I’m so wet right now. But lonely too! Where do you go for days? What do you do for a living? Are you an assassin for the CIA? Tell me! (I chatted in joy as I restrained myself.) I hope I can return the favor someday and feast upon that magnificent hard cock. But first I would kiss every part of your incredibly sexy body, from your toes to the top of your head, then lick my way down until I could engulf your cock in my mouth. Mmmm, such a salty treat! (I suddenly realized the quiet from the screen. I could almost feel his displeasure at my babbling about his affairs.) My computer screen went blank. I did not hear from him for several days. My body and mind were in torment. I knew this was my punishment for my impudence, but would it ever end? Every moment I craved a touch I had never felt; and yet, I came home, every night, got naked and simply stared at that blank screen. (Tears began falling from my eyes. My Master had contacted me…) Hello, Master. (I bowed my head in proper submission) How may I serve you(My body immediately tightened in response, nipples hard; pussy pulsing) Yes, Master. I am yours to do with as you please. I have no desires but to serve you. . Tell me of your desires, Master… and I will make them all come true…. one lick, one kiss, one orgasm at a time. My pain, Master? (I trembled at what he wanted me to do… because I knew I would do it… for him. Wax, caning, fire, violet wand – it didn’t matter. I would do it for him.) (I do as he commands. I see his silhouette on the darkened computer screen. I cannot see his face, and that adds just another element of seduction. I’ve never seen his face.) Yes, Master. (I do as instructed, and I am soon lost in pleasure. I hear his breathing and that adds to my wetness. The tension of not knowing what will come next coupled with my increasing need to climax has me panting.) . Yes, Master… please, May I cum? (His voice heightens my desire. My fingers are slick with my juices, my nipples tight. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I can’t hold out much longer.) Yes, Sir. I’m… (I can’t breathe. I need to cum.) Pain? With a trembling hand, I do as he asksThe wand is hard core. I’ve never been able to withstand more than the lowest setting before I orgasmed in seconds (The moment my fingers delve inside, my pussy clenches and I know I’m cumming.) Please Master…. (I flip the wand to high and scream! The sensations are too much!) (Wave after wave crashes over me as the wand electrifies the nerves of my clitoris. I can’t breathe. I try to squirm but each movement sends another shock of orgasmic high rocketing through my body. It seems to go on forever, but eventually my shivers slow and my breathing returns to normal. I sit up and look in the mirror. I looked like a woman well loved. My gaze returns to the darkened computer screen.) Yes, oh yes, Master… but I wish to make you relax as well. May I? . (I shyly begin to share my most erotic thoughts with him, my surrealistic lover.) I reread our conversations in my bed, my hands on my breasts, imagining Your lips, Your tongue, Your hands teasing, tormenting me… I need a release from such carnal thoughts. My body arches, aching, reaching for that pinnacle again and again. Wanting to tumble down, down, down into orgasmic pleasure, shuddering, panting, body glistening from sexual exertion, and yet…. No. I stop just short of such ecstasy, time and time again. Waiting to share my pleasure, my thoughts, my desires, my body with the one who makes me ache, wet and wanton…. I want to take You, no us, where only we can go… Down that fall of orgasmic pleasure, tumbling out of control, to a place we could only imagine; that only we can go… I can’t help it. I erupt in laughter. I hear His chuckle then a soft, “Goodnight, slut of mine.” And He is gone (I hear the ping of the computer two nights later.) Do you want to play Sir?… What a lovely, sexy thought, Master. I always want to play with you! And kiss. And lick. And…. (I hear something in His voice. Pain.) Are you hurt? Let me take care of You, Master. You’re so busy. Let me help You relax. Lie down with Your head in my lap. Close Your eyes and feel my fingers lightly trace the lines from Your forehead, the underside of my breasts nestled near Your cheek . (I note the difference in the way He is addressing me – baby, not slut; perhaps He needs me as much as I need Him tonight. My heart skips at the thought.) Mmm, thumbs on the side of Your head, Sir. Small circles. Lightly lifting the tension as the weight of my breasts bring my nipples ever closer to Your mouth. I run my fingers along Your cheek, my thumbs pressing to relieve the tension and worry. I kiss Your forehead, Your eyelids, Your nose. My nipples graze Your lips as I bend to my task. (My mind jumps with ideas of what this must mean. Master has always been in control. This isn’t our play. He wants me, needs ME. Tears flow down my cheeks with the realization that He trusts me explicitly with His passion.) Oh! Lightning shoots to my core as Your lips press onto my flesh, Master. I gasp as You wet the tender bud, sucking gently. I try to concentrate on the massage, but Your mouth, oh that hot mouth, is making me wet with passion. (His voice, usually so strong, is faint and somewhat breathless. I peer into the screen, but see nothing.) I don’t want You to resist me. I want You to take me. I want You to make me the manifestation of Your fantasies. I lean in further, allowing You better access to my breasts. Your hand caresses my other breast, flicking that nipple and I’m unable to contain the moan. The scent of my arousal floats in the air. My naked body is unable to contain its joy at Your touch. Oh yes! My hands tremble as I try to focus on Your neck and shoulders. I love the play of muscle under my hands but the tender nips and bites on my breasts are driving me crazy. I need more my love! (I cringe at my slip, sure that punishment awaits. But that is how I think of him… my Master – my Love.) (He let my slip go unpunished. Perhaps he didn’t hear…) Ahhh, your fingers glide along my slick folds making me even wetter. My clit swells aching for your touch and I wiggle as I kiss the top of Your head. My hand wanders down to your chest needing Your skin, Your body against mine. I am naked for you, Master… here to be enjoyed, as I enjoy Your pleasure… Oh yes! I caress my skin, the underside of my breast, longing to stroke Your hardness; my hands trailing down, down, to cup You. That is what I need. I run my finger across Your head and bring the salty taste to my lips. Mmmm delicious! I feel the same. Kiss me, make me wet. I love the feel of Yours lips all over me. (Oh God! He’s making love to me! This is not play!) Mmmm, I want to kiss, lick. I bend my head, taking a lick of your leaking cock. Delicious. My head is spinning with emotions, sensations, arousal… kiss me, touch me, take me! I love kissing you. Strong lips so tender against me. Tongues twirling. Your hands holding my head in place. Oh I never want yYou to let go. Such a sexy, smart man. So hard working… so… Hard. Mmm, my hand can hardly encircle You. Up and down. Oh, yes come to me my lover! I wrap my arms around You bringing You close. My pussy enfolds You as well as I revel in how You fill me up. I arch my hips to take You deeper. Ahhh yes my love! That’s it. It feels so good. My pussy clenches when You withdraw. I want to keep You in me. The sensations, so sweet, I want to give You such pleasure. Take me! I’m squeezing You, kissing You, touching Your back, clinging to You. Take me, lover! My nipples ache, my breasts softly crushed to Your chest. I want You so much. I’m meeting You thrust for thrust breasts bouncing, I can feel the sensations pouring thru me. My body tightening. My eyes stare into Yours. I reach up to caress Your face. I need, I want… come with me, lover… More, faster, please, I’m coming!! Give it to me!! Yes!!! I’m cumming! I see heaven, my love. You take me to heaven every time! We are so good together. So right and hot and sexy. I can’t get enough of you. Oh, You bring out the sensuality in me, love. Your words make my imagination fly. Mmmm that would indeed be heaven. The two of us entwined for hours. (Wait! Did He just use past tense?) (His voice is growing fainter. I don’t want him to go!) Would You mind cuddling or do You prefer to sleep alone? Snuggling after sex, You curled over me. My bottom against Your cock, Your hand curled over my breast. . No! Wait! Please Master! Why does this feel like goodbye? (I begin crying in earnest. Something is wrong!) No! Are You releasing me? Why? What have I done? (I’m wailing now. Could He not see how much I loved him?) And with a whisper, He is gone and my heart is breaking. Three months have passed since I last heard from my Master. Three long months without a word… until today. Stuck in with the mail, a plain envelope with no writing, but I know it’s from Him. I carefully tear it open and begin to read…
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