I met Lynn at work and was immediately struck by her lean, brunette, eye-glassed, nerdy sexiness. The first time we talked was at a bar, where we both stayed too long and got too drunk. We had a genuinely fun time together and I knew she had potential.
Over the course of two years and intermittently running into each other at work-related bar binges, our conversations got more and more intimate with less and less innuendo. We are both married with children and work for the same company (in different locations), so secrecy and trust were of the utmost importance. Our situation was perfect - mutually assured destruction if one of us let out our secrets.
Ultimately the stars aligned, and we were in the same city at the same time. I spent an hour preparing the suite...dozens of candles, some scented, but no two the same - musk, vanilla, oak, magnolia, patchouli, lavender. Enough candlelight so that no lighting was needed. Vodka chilling on ice. A white comforter on the bed, turned down. Music from my ethereal playlist in the background, but barely noticeable.
Lynn came to my room on her own. Alone. Lynn was seduced that night and she came like she had never cum before. She talked on the phone with another sub while I made Lynn cum for me. Lynn listened on the phone and played with her pussy and made herself cum while I talked my sub through a fast and furious phone session right there.
Lynn discovered that some pain increased her pleasure. But most importantly, Lynn became my sub that night.
This is a true story that covers a year-and-a-half long-distance Dom/sub relationship. There will be many chapters. The writing is exactly as it was, cut-and-paste from the emails, and has not been edited. This may not lend to readability, and sometimes the responses to some emails are not chronologically in time with each other. Most writing was done quickly and urgently, since we are in different time zones and have families to attend to, so it may be less than perfect grammar.
The names have been changed, and any personally identifiable details have been removed, but the rest is exactly as it was.
This is my first submission and I look forward to your feedback.
Moths To Flames
On 5/27/18 at 8:43 PM, Lynn wrote:
Thank you for your email address as well as the feedback, Sir. I have disabled both notifications (per your instruction) as well as automatic error reporting.
I kindly recommend you turn off that setting as well, Sir. I have some personal experience, and friends, who have been able to commandeer this data from other services - respectfully, I'd rather error on the side of caution, Sir.
I've read a good amount of my novels, and the only question I have right now is: When the time comes for spanking, could you please start with just a hand, Sir? Floggers seem a little advanced for me at this time.
On 5/27/18 at 8:24 PM, SIR wrote:
I am happy that you want to be spanked. When, how much and with what is up to me. It will give me great pleasure when you offer your ass to me, but you can know that I don't use whips.
I don't know what novels you're reading, but I realize that you and I may not be on the same page yet. You have to work your way up to being spanked. You have to earn it. I see great potential and willingness, but you are not there yet. This is a process. It is not a game.
And don't forget...if you are to be spanked for punishment or disobedience it will be swift and extremely unpleasant. It's a requirement that you not enjoy it.
You mentioned that you would like to spank yourself. Would you like to spank yourself Lynn?
On 5/18/18 at 4:54 AM Lynn wrote:
I would love to spank myself, Sir. However, I want your expertise at least once more before I start the path of self-exploration, Sir - simply out of respect for your art. That was the first time that has been introduced to me, so I was too enraptured to retain the specific details on how-to. Sir, it was damn good - sorry, not sorry - I was rather... enthralled.
I understand this is not a game, Sir. I apologize if my tone (word choice) implies otherwise. I am learning and trying very hard - this is not my natural disposition, Sir.
My novels are 110% not factored into any of this. Historically, I have had very, _very_, negative sexual encounters. I use the books as a way to at least understand the nomenclature, Sir. I don't like surprises, but I make an exception for you. Sir.
On the subject of punishment, I adore being called your 'Good Girl'. I will do all that I can, and that is recommended, to retain that. However, I know I am far from perfect and punishment is on the table.
[Personal paragraphs deleted]
Sir, thank you for reading this long message. To be honest, I imagined you reading it to yourself and me kissing those delectable lips as you mouthed the words. I apologize if feelings like this are not allowed but Sir, I felt you should know - you are the expert after all.
On 5/18/18 at 12:13 PM SIR wrote:
There is so much for me to learn about you. I'm concerned about your use of "was/is". You must tell me more when you are ready to. And you are predisposed to be submissive. Embrace it. It takes a strong, self-assured and confident person to be a sub.
I used to write session-based erotic stories for my subs. I don't anymore because it takes a lot of time and I haven't been inspired. Maybe that is changing.
Here is one from a while ago that I changed to be just for you. It's short and sudden. Read it slowly. Unfortunately, it's the first I came across and it's about punishment. Trust me, I am all about pleasure and having you be my Good Girl. I am not obsessed with punishing you. In fact, I hope I never have to.
This story assumes a lot of our learning and rituals have already taken place...undressing, cleansing, makeup, commands, positions. More on that later.
You may masturbate freely and cum as often as you like as you read it, but more importantly, you must remember everything and respond to tell me how the story made you FEEL. You must also tell me in vivid detail how you touched yourself as you read it.
I enjoy reading long emails. Take your time. I need to know what is going on inside you. Once you start to open up it will flow. It's only me. Trust me. You need this.
Lastly, you should stop here until you can be alone and enjoy yourself as you read it. Fat chance that will happen though, and I won't set you up to disobey me.
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Lynn's Punishment
"What's the safe word, Lynn?"
"Red"
"Let's begin, then"
"Present your pussy"
You do as you've been trained and, lying on your back, you place your arms under your knees, pull back and spread. The motion lifts your ass off the bed and spreads your pretty little pussy open. It glistens. You feel vulnerable and slutty. And scared.
You look over your stomach at your pussy as I lean down and kiss it. I suck on it, you feel the pressure inside you as I suck your juices from inside your pussy, from deep within your center. Your hot, sweet juices.
I move up, over you, I lean down, drawn to your red lips. Your eyes lock onto mine. My face lowers. Slowly your lips part. My mouth attaches to yours. My tongue pushes your juices from my mouth to yours. You relish the taste of yourself on my tongue. Your taste...my taste...so sweet...
Off the bed, over to my bag. The vibrator, the big, wand vibrator, a stick with a smooth ball the size of your fist on the end.
It's on. You can feel the vibrations through the air. Your pussy tingles. The ball comes down on your clit. The sensations are overpowering. Pussy pulls away then bucks forward against it. It hurts. No, you need it. You are helpless to do anything. I press the ball onto your pussy. Hard. On your clit. On your pussy lips. Against your cunt hole. Minutes go by. Just you and your pussy on my vibrator. I see your stomach twitch. Just a few more seconds then...nothing. No vibrator. You pussy is starting to spasm.
"Don't cum!"
"Please Sir, may I cum!?"
"DO...NOT...CUM!"
"Oh Sir! Pleeeaaase! I can't! I'm going to cum"
"Ask me if you may cum"
You're pleading with me now. "Please Sir, may I cum? May I cum? May I cum?...Please let me cum Sir..."
"You may NOT cum!"
A slap with my riding crop on your exposed pussy. Pain. Pleasure. No control. The explosion of the crop on your pussy almost sends you over the edge. You fight it with all your will. Slap...slap...slap...right on your cunt...pain...wetness...The riding crop slides up along your thigh to your knee. It leaves your skin...prepare for the...slap! Inside your knee. Exquisite pain. Straight to your pussy. Oh god. You hope for more.
Slap! Your inner thigh. Slap! Sting! Slap! Sting! Slap! Sting! So close to your pussy. You're wet and dripping and on fire. My pretty little pussy is throbbing.
Slap! on my pretty little pussy. Slap! Sting! Slap, slap, slap! But you aren't allowed to cum. You're so frustrated...sobbing...tears...mascara running down your cheeks. So beautiful.
Come back to me Lynn...don't leave me yet. My hand caresses my pretty little pussy, gently rubbing the sting away.
Then I stand back. You feel alone.
The smooth cane slides along the bottom of your foot. Oh God, you hate this, you prepare yourself. You're helpless. Nothing to do but submit.
"Put your feet together"
You contort and stretch to bring them together above you. Your abdomen is restricted, it's hard to breathe...You're staring at the space between your legs, at your pussy.
"Count"
The cane slides along the bottom of your foot in small circles, teasing, almost tickling, then lifts. Then that sound. Swoosh! The sudden pain in your feet is like a thousand bee stings. Its an explosion of pain. Straight through your cramping legs to your core, to your soul...
"one" "ow ow ow"
It lifts, you hear the swish as it cuts through the air, then another explosion on your feet.
"two" through gritted teeth "fucker!"
