Emily

I should bring you up to date on Emily's progress.

Emily has been visiting me for some months now. I had thought that perhaps she would plunge into the experience of being a sexual submissive and then after the freshness of the experience had worn off a bit her visits would taper off. I was correct about the first and for a while it looked like the second would also prove true.

In early Winter she started hanging out with a new boyfriend. We continued to talk and hang out, but our sexual encounters ceased. Emily is an intelligent and vibrant woman, so I was glad for her company even though our games had ended.

In February her attitude shifted back toward flirtatious. Slowly our conversations turned toward discussions of sexual deviancy and, specifically, erotic power exchange.

Emily, being both curious and intelligent, began to read and she came to these discussions with what appeared to be a desire to analyze her experiences with "sexual deviancy". She found online discussion forums and talked with other people about the various aspects of BDSM and D/s games and relationships and the various levels they played out at.

By the end of March she had broken up with her Winter lover. Her explanation was that she had grown tired of men who wanted to try to dominate and push her around outside of the bedroom. She noted that I treated her as an equal when we weren't playing games and that she saw same behavior among my friends.

She turned our conversations turned toward refining what she was after. She wanted to experiment and asked if I would help her. In retrospect, it was a funny way to put it but it actually made sense.

The scenes changed and evolved. We critiqued our sessions and talked about what worked and what didn't. Themes started to occur as Spring turned toward Summer. Emily is personally a strong and independent woman, but she guided me toward scenes in which she would be objectified and scenes of domestic slavery.

Now it is late July.

My alarm goes off. It's 8 in the morning. Emily had arrived late last night and we had talked for a while. This particular scene was to start when we woke up.

I sit up and in bed and turn it off. There is a knock on my door. A moment passes and the door opens. Emily enters completely bare except for a thin black collar. She carries a glass of water and a cup of coffee. Placing both vessels on the nightstand, she kneels by my bedside. My eyes drink in her beauty.

"Have you broken your fast yet?" I inquire.

"No, Sir," Emily replies.

"Has anything passed your lips this morning?" I know what her answer will be. The rules are clear and have been repeated often enough over the past couple of months.

"Only what was required for cleanliness, Sir," Emily answers. "And enough water to ensure that my mouth would not be dry."

"Good," I say turning to sit at the edge of my bed. I pull the sheet back to reveal my morning erection. "You may break your fast, slave."

"Thank you, Sir," Emily answers and moves to position herself between by knees.

Her mouth immediately engulfs my cock and I sip coffee while watching her head bob obediently. My cock responds immediately to her attention. I put the coffee down and lean back to give Emily more room to serve. Her long hair is tied back into a tight ponytail, so I have a wonderfully unobstructed view of the action. Her cheeks sink in as she sucks and her moist lips slide tightly up and down my cock.

Emily is a true artist when it comes to sucking cock. After only half a dozen passes up and down my cock, she bobs down deeply. I feel the head of my cock bump the back of her mouth and, with an almost unnoticeable pause, pass into her tight throat. With one smooth motion she has lowered her beautiful face all the way down onto me.

I put my hands behind my head and let her work her magic. Emily bobs her head by an inch or so a few times, never letting my cock leave her throat, and then slowly bobs back up so that my cock no longer restricts her breathing. Emily catches her breath while her tongue and lips swirl about the tip and then she plunges me back into her throat again. She rides me with her throat like that for perhaps four or five minutes. The sensation is amazing and the fact that she does not gag once attests to her practiced skill.

My cock and balls are covered in drool. Emily bobs up so that her mouth plays about the head of my cock and she brings her hands into play. Gripping my slick cock lightly, she repeatedly twists and strokes downward while she sucks.

I can feel the pressure building. I resist the urge to grab her by the hair. My back arches slightly and my hips raise up when I explode. Being a good cock sucker, Emily does not stop or slow the pace. I can feel her swallowing as I pump cum into her eager mouth. The orgasm slows and subsides and Emily follows the pace down until finally I am finished.

I place a hand on her head and stroke her hair while she suckles the last drops of cum from my softening cock. I give her a few moments to lick me clean, then I sit up.

"Thank you, Master," Emily purrs through a smile. She resumes her kneeling position by the bedside - legs spread, hands on her knees. A proper slave's position. Her chin and lips are wet with saliva, but she does not move to wipe it away without my permission.

I lean down and reach a hand between her widely parted thighs. Her cunt is moist and ready.

"Good," I say rising to my feet. "I'll have a croissant after my shower. Record the interaction."

"Yes, Master," Emily replies.

I stretch my arms and legs for a moment and head to the bathroom to piss, shave and shower.

While I am in the shower Emily will be writing an entry in an online journal. I will review the entry and then post it. Emily does not know where it is posted or even if I am really posting it anywhere at all, but she is a talented writer and I have found that having Emily record her experiences prolongs and enhances them. Not infrequently, writing these entries will leave Emily hornier than when she began.

The shower gives me time to think. Between the shower and my bedroom, I note Emily in the kitchen wearing an apron and tidying up.

I return to the kitchen dressed. Emily has removed her apron and is kneeling by the table. I note the barely visible dried residue around her mouth where her saliva had dried. Probably some small amount of cum as well, I think. Even though she swallowed, some cum probably leaked out of her mouth with the saliva.

I sit down in front of the laptop opened on the table and begin to read Emily's journal entry. My indifference is a turn on for her, so I pretend not to notice the naked goddess kneeling beside me. I sip my coffee and take a bite out a croissant. Reading her journal entry has made me horny again. She really is a talented writer.

I place the second cup of coffee on the floor near her and say, "You may have your coffee, slave."

Emily offers thanks and takes the cup. I hold a piece of the half eaten croissant down in her direction and she takes a small bite, feeding from my hand. I take a few bites from the second croissant. Finished, I casually toss the rest of it down to the floor between her knees.

"After you eat, clean up the kitchen and meet me on the porch," I instruct.

"Yes, Sir," Emily replies.