The silence of my words, here in this blog, was due to devoting all my time and energy to my Master. I know that those of you who read this blog do not need me to explain this priority. It’s where we live.
I honestly expected there would be many more stories to tell you here from his trip. Unfortunately I didn’t count on both Master and I coming down ill during his trip. While it did nothing to dampen our enthusiasm for being together, and though we weathered the storms of germs so well in our relationship, we didn’t play much at all from that point on. Now Master is back in his home and we’re reminding ourselves how this works with a continent and an ocean sitting between us. We work – we work surprisingly well. But the adjustment always takes time to make.
And this is true both coming and going.
Master had been here only about an hour. I was doing my duty, unpacking his suit case and getting him settled. I was so eager to have him here I couldn’t keep my hands from reaching out and touching him constantly – still I had butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous and I was finally smart enough to share this with him. “I have to admit I’m nervous.” I confessed.
“Why?” he smiled as he answered, already setting me more at ease.
“I’m nervous about the sex.” I blushed through my reply. “I have had so little sex in the last few years I’m constantly worried that I can’t please you. That I’m not as experienced in that place as I should be.” The embarrassment burned over my face as I focused my energy very intently on the socks I was sorting. I heard him chuckle over my shoulder.
“You’re just as experienced as I want you to be.” He reassured. This helped, but the butterflies refused to shut up. We left this conversation here and I finished my task. And time passed.
Later that night I walked back into the bedroom and the world stopped. Master had used his magic word to change me from partner to plaything. I have no way of knowing what happens when he blinks me out, or how long I’m gone. But that night when I came back… things were very different.
I found myself naked and on my hands and knees. My face rested on my bedroom floor, my shoulders being shoved hard into the carpet as my Master’s amazing cock filled my cunt over and over and over. A scream ripped from my mouth in a heartbeat as I was reminded of the tremendous size and impact of Master’s cock, but it blurred into a gasp and a moan as my mind regained some level of control. I could tell, from how easily he slid into me, and how soaked my cunt was, that he’d been fucking me as a mindless doll for a while. This idea sent another rush shuddering through me.
Again and again I gasped and screamed as he filled me. Somewhere along the way I began to beg him to fuck me, and to thank him for each new thrust. My own joy dripped down my thighs, and I pushed back against his cock all I could, making sure my legs stayed firm against his force. I felt owned and used and fucked and I loved every second of it, and as I came and came again I felt him folding over my back, laughing in my ear.
As I lie on the floor, feeling so stretched and leaving a puddle on the carpet, Master smiled down at me. “I thought we should get that fear out of the way sooner rather than later.” He grinned. Sure enough, the butterflies had flown away. Now I only craved for my Master to fuck me more. The best beginning of an amazing visit.
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