He flew 10 hours to see me.
My sub, my sweet subbie, rented a nice hotel room downtown. The type of hotel that is meant for businessmen or families. The type of perso my sub way was in his regular life, his vanilla life. Not that his vanilla life was safe from ever experiencing My Dominance. He was expected to wear panties, a cock cage and sit to pee. He's like an acrobat most days. He's a competent, successful man in one minute, and then a boy who's staring at his itty bitty clitty, straining in a cage. I absolutely love him.
Our relationship has been long distance. Skype, texting and calling. Some of my happiest memories have been on skype with him. My hair is a mess and I've just woken up. I have morning breath that only I can smell. He watches me cook my breakfast and I tell him sarcastically that this is "his" responsibility. He always knows it is. Many people question the ability to keep passion burning in a long distance relationship. The people that question it, have not met the beautiful creature that is my man and sub. I told you I love him.
We were eating a late supper and the day had been a blur. Shopping, site seeing, laughing and touching. One of my favorite parts of being a Mistress is only doing things I want to do. The best part of being a Mistress is having a sub whose favorite thing to do is what you want to do. I had a day that felt like it should be reserved for one of my closest female friends. However the day was felt with a different energy, one of love, passion and shoes. I tried on lots of shoes that day.
"Tell me three things you want on the menu. Choose quick." Making decisions is hard for him. They always have been. I loved giving him little choices to see him squirm. We both knew who chose best.
"Mistress, I don't know." He looked down at the menu blushing. Everything made him blush. He looks so fuckable when he blushes. I want to ream his asshole with my strap-on.
"Well if you don't, how am I supposed to?" I always ordered for him. He was so indecisive.
"Um...can I please just get whatever you're getting?" Such a cop out.
"No!" I hissed. "My instructions aren't hard."
I always told him my instructions aren't hard: when I kneed him in the balls and forbid him from moving, when I made him edge 50 times in one day, when I made him piss all over himself. No...my instructions aren't hard...they're delicious.
"Okay um, the burger, the salad, or the pasta, which ever."
"Which one would taste the best with cum on it?" I asked.
"What?!" He looked at me wide eyed.
"Well I've been thinking...I haven't let you cum on this trip. How long have you been here?"
"A week!" He looked desperate.
"And you stayed denied before your trip right? No cummies?!"
