I have recently left my previous submissive. He was dismissed, too emotional, unworthy. I have been in the lifestyle for years. I know what I want and I know how to get it.
I had picked up a few men in the months that past, duds. Went younger, wanting some fresh meat. Big mistake. Too dominate, too overbearing. To see the look in his face when he seen the cuffs was priceless. Went older with the second. His dick wouldn't stay hard long enough to work with. No desire to work with a noodle, he had to go. Which brings me to the last. Not even the last, refused to shave himself. Said it was his manhood.
My craving for domination never abates. It is within me everyday.
So in need for an outlet, Of course I go to the Internet. Watched lots of pornography, read countless "romance" novels. Nothing really to my style, my liking. A little too flowery for me.
Cruising the Internet one night I came across a written erotica site. Intrigued I read a few. Turned on immensely, I retrieved my toys. Finding one on submission, becoming increasingly aroused.
Sliding my white dildo in to my soft soaked pussy. I sit down on it fully, gasping a bit. Eight inches long, 6 ridges all the way down. As I continue to read, I turn my silver bullet on three. Nestling it in between my lips, vibrating against my clit. Getting to a good part, I convulse hard. Climax coming quickly I grind on the dildo, feeling it deep inside. Turning the bullet up, I ride for moments. Continuously cumming. God, it was sweet.
Needless to say, I was hooked. Reading for weeks, I thought about submitting one. Not really much of a writer, I at least thought it would be fun. I choose a couple of fabulous days/nights of my life. Ones that had stuck with me through the years. Writing the stories, making me relive the moments. Might have done more for me than reading the random stories. Staying up late, thinking of past excursions, kept my mind turned on around the clock. Even more so than usual.
After the first one got posted, the craziest thing started happening. Men or so we hope, started sending all these delicious letters. Begging to be a new toy, very hot descriptions of how they would please me. Some sent pictures, stories of their own. Flattered I just waved it off. Excited to know that I had turned a person or two on.
There was one guy that I couldn't wave off. Not sure why, his words kept me up several nights. The few sentences written got me off multiple times. He started sending daily emails. Ending every letter with the single word, defeated. I finally had to reply. To find a man that can stimulate me mentally is truly hard to find.
Emails turned to instant messaging. To phone calls. When I finally heard his voice, I knew I must have him. A slight Australian accent that made me hot instantly, fire engulfing my core.
One night we were talking for several hours. Never one for long phone calls, surprised he was keeping my attention this long. He had just brought me to orgasm again, he was very good at that. That sexy velvety voice drove me wild. So I just came out with it, requested a more intimate interview.
Breath catching, he purred into the phone.
"Would be my honor, Mistress."
Plans made, he was coming in the next weekend. Flying in from the west coast. Limits had already been spoken of, safe word created. To say I wasn't excited, hoping at this new possibility, would have been a lie. Good bitches are hard to find.
The week passed by quickly, I noticed a certain bounce in my step. Took the day before his arrival to go to the spa. Mud wraps, facial, got my nails done. Knowing that he had never seen me, not even a picture. I wanted him to swallow his tongue and forget to breathe when he did. I don't know why, but I had a really good feeling about this one. Maybe I had found my next toy.
After driving home from work, I make myself a screwdriver. Little stiffer than usual. Casting mail on the counter, heading in to the shower. Luxuriating in the piping hot stream of water, I caress the soapy bubbles over my body. Washing my hair, shaving. Stepping out of the shower, wiping the fog off the mirror. I catch a glimpse of myself nude in the mirror. Silly, but I still turn my damn self on.
Walking to the adjourning bedroom toweling my hair dry. I rub lotion in to my soft skin. Opening the closet doors, debating my attire for the night. Choosing a long sleeve mesh top, completely see through. Putting it on bra less, touching my hard nipples in the material. Pulling a short light weight black skirt over my hips. Deciding to go bare down there as well. Lacing up my leather stiletto boots. Going back in to the bathroom, I apply my makeup. Braiding my long hair in to a thick rope, falling mid ass cheek.
Back in the main part of the house lighting candles, dimming lights. Tuning the radio until I heard soulful blues crooning out of the speakers. The light sounds always seems to get me in the mood. Making another drink, I go through my mail. Clock ticking, he should be here soon.
Soft knocking at the door catching me off guard. My heart racing as my body felt the hum of anticipation. Putting my cigarette out, swallowing the last swig of my drink I go to the door. Slowly turning the knob I open it.
Yum, is all I can say. I mean holy shit yum. Several inches taller than me in heels, skin tan and dusky. Broad shoulders tapered down to a very trim waist. Thick thighs, long legs. Dirty blonde hair longer than my usual liking. Clean shaven. Heat and desire in his dark blue eyes. Smile across his lips.
"Come in dear boy."
"Yes Ma'am"
Hurrying in, his close proximity making my pussy tingle.
Reaching up grasping his chin, pulling him down to me. I ever so gently slide my tongue in his mouth, swirling with his. Grabbing the hair by the base of his neck, deepening the kiss. Brushing my nearly bare breast on his chest, reveling in the groan in his throat. My pussy now dripping, I guide one of his hands to rub me through the skirt. His fingers feel great. Knowing just where to go, how much pressure was needed. These were the hands of a very skilled lover. Playing my body like a violin, orgasm singing through my blood. I cry out against his mouth, biting his lower lip.
Stepping back, taking a moment to compose myself. I order him to remove his clothes.
"Would you like everything off Ma'am?"
"Every stitch boy."
