Dark Musings: 25
Anonymous
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That time with Jeffery will forever live in my memory as a precious
thing.
No one I have ever had sex with feels like Jeffery. He feels so
good, so perfectly right when he is inside of me. I feel as if he
becomes a part of my soul, and not just a part of my body. But
those days were more than just the sex. It was being with him that
was so special, just being with him.
We had a comedy of errors getting into the hotel room. Jeffery had
asked for a corner room, so my cries of passion wouldn't disturb
quite so many people, and they had given his reserved room to
another person. Eventually, we got into the room and fell into
each other's arms. Jeffery started to tease me, and typically it
was no time at all before I was dripping wet. I was ready for him,
eager to feel him inside me and have him work his magic on my body.
Many things make me feel submissive, but there is one thing that
really does it for me better than almost anything. In our long
talks, Jeffery had gleaned information about my thoughts and
feelings enough to know what it was.
He ordered me to turn around and kneel on the bed, while he stood
there on the floor. I did as he commanded and felt him spread my
ass cheeks. He lubed his fingers and soon had my ass slick and
wet. I was trembling. Not only did being assfucked trip my
submissive buttons, but I love the feeling. I come from it nearly
as well as from having my pussy fucked.
As Jeffery slid into my hot ass, I moaned and writhed with the pure
pleasure of it. Here was my Master, buried deep in my ass, pumping
back and forth inside of me, and I was in ecstasy.
I knew that this was the first time in a long, long time Jeffery
had experienced anal sex, and I felt so honored and loved, and so
owned. He was gentle at first, not wanting to hurt me. I wanted
more, I wanted all of him, hard and fast, and as I begged, he
complied. I wanted to feel him slamming his cock deeper, and I
milked his retreating cock with my ass muscles. Striving to keep
him inside of me, loving the feeling, loving him.
He gave the command, and I exploded, crying out with the force of
the orgasm that rocked me. I felt his cock harden even more and he
came, the condom keeping me from feeling his seed.
I was close to tears, I was so excited and happy. As he slid his
cock from inside me, he held me and told me of his love.
Later that day, Jeffery brought out the contract he had worked so
hard to prepare. It was wonderful, and as I signed it, and watched
him sign, I felt so proud to belong to this man. He had also had a
friend fashion a beautiful collar for me. I had an impulse to
kneel to him and have him put it on me, but a sudden attack of
shyness kept me from doing it. I feared he might think it a bit
silly.
I don't know how many times that night we made love, it was
several. Jeffery had been exhausted from his long flight, but as
always, our cuddling turned to something more, and we eventually
dropped into an exhausted sleep.
We awoke wrapped around each other, and it didn't take long before
we were again making love, our appetite for each other insatiable.
We spent a pleasant day together, and at one point I playfully
pinned him and gently whacked him a few times with a convenient
flogger. He had used it on my breasts a bit while I rode him,
something I found as exciting as he apparently did. Now, I had it
in my hand and smacked him lightly with it. I should have known by
the gleam in his eyes he was up to something.
I put it down and he told me I was going to get ten strokes for
every one I had given him. I laughed gaily. He had taught me to
love floggings, and I was sure I could easily take a hundred
strokes. I didn't know exactly how many times I had hit him, but I
knew it wasn't more than 15, and I was eagerly looking forward to
the flogging.
Here is where Jeffery's dominance of me held its genius, however.
I thought I had a secret; I knew the punishment I thought he was
proposing was no punishment. Jeffery knew it too. He knew that I
could take the hits from the flogger, and it would be no problem.
No punishment at all. So he let me think that I was getting away
with something. Later, I learned how very far from the truth that
was.
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