It is this coming Sunday morning, 5:30, maybe 6. Falmouth on Cape Cod. Shalom is a light sleeper, and my other roommate is not. I awake, and give Shalom a brush on her cheek, and a cheek kiss as my hands cup her breasts – briefly.
I go to the bathroom, and then get in the shower. A few minutes later, shalom enters and joins me! This few minute interlude is omitted on purpose! You, the reader, fill it in. By 6:30, we leave to go to breakfast. Shalom is instructed on what to wear: A flowing dress and a thong. We take the 10 minute walk, after stopping for coffee in the hotel lobby.
The restaurant is busy! The aromas are magnificent! Homemade breads and muffins, gourmet coffee, sausage, lox and eggs at our beck and call. After a short wait, we settle into a small corner table. We have ordered while waiting for the table. Shalom has her instructions. Sit in the corner. Once we’re seated, go to the bathroom and remove your thong. Bring it to me, discreetly.
She arrives back to the table, and discreetly gives me her thong, and I discreetly put it in my pocket. I have just sandals on my feet. The food arrives, and we begin embellishing the sense of taste while remarking on the party from the night prior.
My sandals slip off easily. I giver her my linen napkin. Put it under you. She knows what’s next. My foot slides up her leg to Shalom’s wanting cunt. My big toe finds her clit. She has been trained by me in cumming quietly. Over Bagels and lox her eyes close…there is a deep breath. Her fork drops to the plate. She becomes almost motionless, and then only I notice the shudder of her body. Good morning My slut!
Today i am grateful for so very much– a loving Master who is also a nurturing friend, giddy cheerleader, gifted storyteller, blessed forgiver, passionate lover and brave soul. You have been the only person courageous enough to open my box, unearth the treasures inside that i didn’t even know existed and lovingly explore and grow with me before smashing the box to smithereens!
You present each day like a gem-filled kaleidoscope brimming with new adventures and possibilities, carefully balanced by Your Dominance and wonder simultaneously. You guide with both a velvet glove and a firm hand, so deep inside my soul that knowing what i need seems almost effortless, amazing me almost daily. So far today, You have moved me to joyous tears, raucous laughter and carnal pleasure, all before sunset.
W/we will be together this weekend, again finally. Being able to FEEL you will be sweet nirvana, not to mention the sensation of You cuffing me with Angel’s gift. i can hardly wait till Saturday at noon, but then i want time to freeze, because i don’t know how i will ever let You go…
i love You to the moon and back, Master!
“The largest sex organ is the brain.”~~ Albert Einstein
i am attracted to intelligent, Dominant, funny and spiritual men– common sense matters more than a sheepskin and inquisitiveness and creativity trump a big bank account. So, Friday’s command after a game of Words with Friends with Master was quite welcome: “Four letter words. First one that cums to mind. you first, tasha.”
“Yes, Master.” i typed suck.
Cunt appeared on my screen.
Your, i returned.
Meal, next from You.
Lick, i offered.
Heat and wetness begin to override.
Clit, You say.
Slit, from my fingers.
Sensual volleys knowingly tossed.
Rope, You give.
Bind, i wish.
Oils, slickly sent.
Kiss, hungrily wrent.
Mind wandering, fingers fumbling.
Solo, i wonder.
Whip, control asunder.
Slut, speaks Master.
Obey, i counter.
Breathing quickens as You growl.
Mynx, You command.
Yess, i understand.
Nubs, You tweak.
Hair, i can’t speak.
Frenzied lust now for You.
Owns, You say.
Toys, can W/we play?
As quickly as the game began, it ended. You called with a devious task– cum for You silently. No moans, whimpers, cries or screams, not even audible breath. Any way i want. For 20 minutes. All You do is listen as i acquiesce, crumble and empty myself. Rationally, i get that it’s sensory deprivation, but how can this possibly please You? It’s a lesson, a positive mindfuck, CONTROL that i adore. Thank You, Master!
Yearning to be broken…