Lynn's Journey

This is a voyeuristic view of a true story that covers a year-and-a-half long-distance Dom/sub relationship. There are many chapters.

The writing is exactly as it was, cut-and-paste from the emails, and has not been edited (except to remove personal info). This may not lend to readability, and sometimes the responses to some emails are not chronologically in time with each other. I'm documenting this here in Lit so I can remove it from my computer.

The names have been changed, and any personally identifiable details have been removed, but the rest is exactly as it was.

I realize some of this may have gaps at times where we talked or had some very intense phone sessions. On rare occasions, we met in a hotel. I'm happy to answer any questions. I solicit your feedback, comments, and criticism.

Moths To Flames

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From: Lynn

Aug 27, 2018 AM

Hi Sir,

I should have been cleaning the basement, but instead I came for you, hard, and napped (after eating a double from Arby's).

I was by myself, feeling better, albeit still a little tired. I took a break to get some water and watch the video you sent (again). I couldn't help me feel warm and turned on. I laid back on the couch, my hand wandering up my shirt to play with my nipples, then tickle their way down my torso to my shorts. I pretended it was you starting to go down on me. God, I can't wait.

From there, my fingers had no issues gliding their way down my swollen pussy... your pussy to my clit. Tugging up and down, then using my nail to just lightly tap directly, gradually moving so that my whole fingertip was alternating between tapping and tugging... my body was singing. I missed this. The feeling of need. The tension. The breathlessness. Being your good girl. I came long and hard for you, Sir. I truly did not want it to stop. It was a little bittersweet because I knew I was your beautiful good girl right then, but I missed at least hearing your voice.

I smiled, finished my water, did a little happy dance, and drove to Arby's. After, I napped until dinner. It was heaven.

Missing you like crazy,

Always,

Kitten

From: Lynn

Aug 28, 2018 AM

Hi Sir,

Today you fingered me under the stairs at work.

I was running down to HR (of all places) to answer questions about a recent departed co-worker and noticed the little nook under the stairs. It's one of those things that I've walked by hundreds of times and never really thought twice. Some smartass put 4 chairs, a filing cabinet, and a meeting space sign. Couldn't help but smile and take pause.

I thought of walking with you, stopping there, and having you pin me against the wall. Hands cupping my breasts, your mouth on mine. Hand up my dress, sliding on your drenched pretty little pussy... eventually thrusting three fingers in my cunthole... in and out at a breathtaking pace. I received permission to cum, and I obeyed.

Then, in a rather odd turn of events, I climbed the stairs, opened the door, cheeks pink, pussy wet, to find a former colleague standing there with the biggest fucking zucchini I have ever seen. She thought I was red because of stress and gave it to me for free. Pic attached.

What a day.

Always,

Kitten

From: Lynn

Aug 29, 2018 AM

Hi Sir,

Despite today being a shitshow it was exponentially more manageable than yesterday. Tomorrow is my follow up appointment so I'll keep you updated - I'm feeling scared but optimistic. And really, after yesterday when the husband found out I'm on target to make more money than him and he went on a verbal tirade that would make a pack of sailors blush... the doctors can probably tell me I'm morphing into a rhino and I would be fine.

Miss you like mad. Hitting the hay so I can have more time to dream of you.

Always,

Kitten

From: SIR

Aug 29, 2018 PM

Lol. I haven't gotten past the zucchini thing yet!!

Waiting to hear the update from your doctor.

From: Lynn

Aug 29, 2018 PM

Good news, Sir! I'm not dying!

Cancer screening was negative. Pregnancy was negative. All STDs were negative. My progesterone levels were close to non-existent though which between that and stress (debatably mixed with dehydration) created the issue. I have a prescription for a light hormone treatment and more blood work next week, then again 2 weeks after that to get a gauge on the progress. I've also been instructed to drink a ton of water and to chill the fuck out because stress releases another hormone that would counter the medication and potentially cause more issues.

After the second screening (about a month from now) depending on how I respond to treatment I might officially be dubbed, "pre-menopausal". What a thing to be told two days before I turn 35 and at the same time I'm told not to stress.

Hope your day is manageable! Miss you!

Always,

Kitten

From: Lynn

Aug 30, 2018 AM

Honestly, I'm not sure I've gotten over the zucchini thing yet. I've been in that building for almost 12 years and it has to be one of the top three oddest interactions I've had. There have been some whoppers too. I gave her two loaves of bread (out of the 10) that I made from it as a thank you... not for the squash but for the weirdass David Lynch style interaction. Didn't tell her that though ;)

- Kitten

From: SIR

Aug 30, 2018 AM

Great news, except the pre-menopausal part. You need to take care of yourself.

Pregnancy and STDs? hmmm...

Do you know the difference between a hormone and an enzyme?

You can't hear an enzyme.

What's the difference between meat and fish?

If you beat your fish it will die.

From: SIR

Aug 30, 2018 AM

You made zucchini bread too!? Really, you need to rest. You need to learn how to rest. Seriously. Rest.

From: Lynn

Aug 30, 2018 PM

Hi Sir,

Who was the worlds first carpenter? Eve, because she made Adam's banana stand.

Also, the battery of tests automatically includes ones to see if I am knocked up or have crotch rot. I go to the midwives at [clinic] as my primary OBGYN care since my main guy retired. He was great, we talked Mel Brooks movies and we'd tell each other bad jokes since laughter is the best medicine.

The midwives are in the same complex as he was and see the majority of the poorer/underprivileged folks in town so they've seen some shit. I trust them. I believe those tests are on the radar for all ladies 50... 55 and under. Even if I go in for a mammogram I get one and it's free.

I don't mind it and really I have the option to decline, but why bother? I know I'm negative on both fronts so it gives the students in the lab some easy work, and I help lower the county's stupid high STD rates. Per capita, we are one of the highest in the country. Gross. I do have a pinch of white guilt because I am making the minority women who test positive more of a talking point statistic but conversation usually ends in positive action. Sorry not sorry, ladies!

What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?

She gagged.

Always,

Kitten

From: Lynn

Aug 30, 2018 PM

Hey, I sat while I prepped! :) And with a 45 minute bake time I loafed on the couch and read while they cooked. I keep falling asleep in the middle of Brave New World so that's gotta count for something, right?

I love baking and cooking, to me, it is relaxing. Beating the living shit out of dough is always a release. Don't even get me started on the joys of dismantling chickens/turkeys, shredding cheese, and prepping veggies. I missed my calling as a sous chef. This new oven/range is a dream too - the temperature that displays on the dash is actually what the inside is. What a luxury!

Regardless, I will make time to rest since Sir requests it ;)

.... and because I'll be damned if I stress myself to the point of early menopause. Not worth it.

Always,

Your Kitten

From: SIR

Aug 30, 2018 PM

Bought you a book. You won't fall asleep reading this one.

How to be a Healthy and Happy Submissive: A Practical Guide to Making Your Fantasies a Reality (Kindle Edition)

From: Lynn

Aug 30, 2018 PM

I think I'll prioritize this one over Pride and Prejudice for sure ;)

Thank you, Sir!

A very amused,

Kitten

From: Lynn

Aug 31, 2018 PM

Hi Sir,

I had all these great plans to go shopping, eat a fancy dinner, hit the bar, spend time with friends... but fuck it. I'm cooking a steak at home and playing Nintendo on the couch all night while I watch the kids clean the house.

I'll be damned if one of them doesn't mow.

Then when everyone is asleep, I'll sneak a few chapters of your present and tease your pretty little pussy the whole time because I will not be able to stop thinking of you. That voice... mmmmm.

Always,

Your Kitten

From: Lynn

Sep 2, 2018 AM

Hi Sir,

Thank you again for the book! I ended up going out last night after all so I started reading it today. I really just wanted steak but when the offer involved my favorite restaurant in town and drinks at an underground bar... I couldn't resist :)

For the book, I enjoy her straightforward writing style. I'm a quarter of the way to finish and it's given me a lot to think about.

The top/bottom vs D/s part was interesting and offered a lot of clarity so I think I'm getting it more. Top/bottom seemed to involve the physical acts, and D/s is similar, but also involved the emotional aspects. Am I close?

I have a rather close friend who enjoys having guys beat the shit out of her. I know I'm not phrasing it right, but I don't know if there is an official phrase. She will go to a message board, find someone who agrees with her plan, take the weekend, drive there, and have him beat her with a belt until she's damn near raw and sometimes there is "rape play". Totally not my jam, but she seems to like it. I'm not sold on if it's done via healthy means, but I'm not here to judge, just occasionally change bandages and once in a while drive her to the doctor.

She tells me all the time she's a sub and all this comes with being one. After reading this, I would say it would be more accurate to say that she probably likes to bottom instead.

And to detour for a minute, I would totally hit on her all the time if I didn't know so much of her medical history. I like having a life long negative STD testing streak and intend to keep it that way. Not possible with that one.

To each their own, but I feel pretty confident in saying that I'm a submissive. All of the explanations were spot on. Not being submissive to everything/everyone is what I've been trying lately.

Finally, what's a 'dungeon party'? Have you ever been to one? The list of talking points during negotiations was mind-blowing. Cock worship? Hoods? Saran wrapping?!? I don't think they are talking casseroles... pony play? I was able to figure out about one page of the four based on previous porn searches and dirty jokes. Normally I would flat out panic with a list like that, but not now. I trust you, Sir.

Back to reading before the power goes out. We are getting some pretty bad storms tonight and since there is tons of lightning the odds of losing power are always high. It's bad enough that they had to postpone the season opener football game. I'm an hour from the stadium (by car) and it's just about here. Yikes! The lightning is absolutely beautiful though.

I'll stay safe :)

Always,

Kitten

From: Lynn

Sep 3, 2018 AM

Hi Sir,

Got to the chapter on dungeons and play parties so disregard my previous question. This book is great. Today I read chapters between cleaning sprints.

Also, in an act of rebellion, I refused to participate in a weigh in. I calmly explained that it was overly domineering, degrading and something I did not consent to. After quite a lot of yelling, he left for a while.

At that point, I snapped... or had a moment of clarity, still figuring it out. I took the scale, and the towels in the bathroom, and chucked them in the dumpster. I hated those towels as much as that scale. Went to Target and bought the top shelf Bentley of towels. Now when I stay at a hotel the bathroom linens will feel like a downgrade. I didn't even look at the scales. Topped off the purchase with a box of Snickers bars... God I love those things.

Spent the rest of the day slowly re-working the bathroom, eating snacks, reading, napping, and thinking of you.

Always,

Kitten

From: Lynn

Sep 4, 2018 AM

Hi Sir,

Hope you had a relaxing and enjoyable weekend! Today I was horny as fuck all day long and missed you terribly.

It started when I work up. I don't remember what I was dreaming about but your pussy was drenched and throbbing... so obviously my dreams were about you. What I wouldn't have given to have you there at that moment. I moved my hand down my side and when I dragged my fingers from the outside of my thigh closer to your pussy I nearly came.

Then throughout the day everything has been setting me off. At breakfast I learned the handle to my new oven is 'clit height' if I'm standing on my tip toes (which happens a lot given my height). So guess who organized the kitchen cabinets WITHOUT her little step ladder and pretended she was putting on a show for Sir?

Driving to the store I savored the alone time so that I could glide a finger or two in my cunthole and ride down the crappier streets. The vibrations. The fullness. The secret of doing something erotic. Delicious.

At the store, walking around in my sundress with no underwear, and rather turned on from the ride, was at times overwhelming. I wanted to call you and make myself cum for you in the cereal aisle. That's not even the halfway point of the store. Your pussy was so swollen and sensitive that every step not only rubbed my lips on my thighs, but the slight vibration of the steps shot lightning bolts directly to my libido. I was a wet mess by the checkout... but then had another drive home.

By this point I just couldn't. I told the family I wasn't feeling well and laid on the couch for a nap. I did sleep a bit, but when no one was around I'd look at the consent list from the book and think of all the things that you could show me. My favorite to think about was: 'voyeurism (watching others)'. So many scenarios of you in your tuxedo and me in that dress enjoying the sights and sounds of what I imagine a dungeon party... and then enjoying each other in a dark corner...

I drifted off a few times... buried in a blanket, but my hand either up my shirt or wedged near your pussy.

I miss you.

Always,

Kitten

From: SIR

Sep 4, 2018 AM

Dear Kitten,

I'm so proud of you for standing up for yourself. I was thinking that if my daughter were married and had to go through that shit I would be in her husband's face every chance I had. And I would make sure there were plenty of opportunities.

Like you, I love luxurious towels. There are four towels in the house that I use. I also have a heavy robe that weighs about 10 pounds, no shit. Love it.

I've spent two days outside in hellish heat getting my BMW running again. It was a shitshow.

Day 1. Rough idle, Oxygen sensors. Replaced. Rough idle, misfire. Replaced plugs and coils. New code, vacuum leak. Finding a vacuum leak on a this BMW is a royal pain in the ass. Stop and go to soccer tournament 45 miles away.

Day 2. Found the problem part. Drive across county to get it. Replace part. Bolt everything back together. Almost running right. Rough idle, misfiring again. Burned the fuck out of my wrist replacing a brand new defective coil.

Test drive, no error codes, and.... air conditioning takes a crap. Fuck! Rush to Walmart before it closes. Get Freon, charge AC, all is well. Fuck you car. I'm done. Slam hood. HARD. Grille falls out. Literally, slam!..plink plink plink on the driveway. These E46 BMWs are notorious for not being put together well. Fuck it. This car is now oficially a piece of shit commuter car. I glued it back in and taped it till it dries. Should be ready by morning.

So, still hating work, and very stressful in the house here, but that POS BMW is running better than it ever has. Good for another 100k miles.

My Princess wife went out yesterday 10 AM to 11 PM, with her gal friend, to a bar at the beach. Our neighbor's band plays there. I told her unless her friend comes to bed with her, sleep in the guest bedroom when she gets home. She slept in the guest bedroom.

She went out today pretty much all day today. Loves spending money. Just got home about 15 minutes ago. Now it's an emergency to do paperwork for my son's first day of school (junior year) tomorrow. Perfect. Fuck her.

She just put chicken breasts in the oven. I guess I'll be eating dinner around 10 o'clock.

Sat down to watch the football game while I wait. Nope. Fucking puppy ate the remote.

New batteries and hockey tape. Good as new.

Everyone is yelling now. I'm ignoring them.

I imagine us in bed, me sitting with my back against the headboard. You sitting in front of me, your back against me, naked. My arms are wrapped around you, my hands on my pussy. Slowly, gently rubbing my clit. Whispering in your ear from behind. Just talking. Relax. Slow and persistent, and gentle. Just holding you and feeling you. That's what I want now.

From: Lynn

Sep 5, 2018 AM

Hi Sir,

Just when I thought I couldn't adore you more. What I would give to be held by you right now. I've read this email, well, more times than I'd like to admit to be honest. It got me through the day.

I'd stop to smile when I thought of your grill falling off. I know it probably wasn't funny at the time, but that was a rollercoaster of a ride. Sensors, drives, frustration, injury, all leading up to that ending. God, I just wanted to laugh with you and give you the biggest of kisses. Plus, car talk/repair does it for me. Growing up I extensively journaled about the pains of choosing either Bob Vila or the Car Talk guys as husbands (how can a girl choose?).

I also channeled my frustrations towards towards your wife after that. Respectfully, rookie move on your wife's part - do that paperwork as soon as it arrives and leave an easy meal to prep. Hell, even a casserole. Fuck, or the decency to order out.

Last but certainly not least, I would pretend you were my office chair while I played with your pussy through my dress while no one was paying attention. To be touched... to feel you... the cologne... ahh. I miss you.

Always,

Kitten

PS: Hell, I even channeled some of your hockey tape ingenuity when my bra strap exploded while moving computer cords (took a stapler to the bathroom, let the rumor mill churn).

From: Lynn

Sep 5, 2018 PM

Hi Sir,

Just a quick note to tell you I couldn't help but smile and think of you when I hopped out of the shower and used this giant cloud of a towel. Both hair and pussy were wet, but for different reasons ;)

Back to preparing for battle.

Always,

Kitten

From: Lynn

Sep 6, 2018 AM

Hi Sir,

Today tested my patience. I can't even begin to list all the ways I thought of you, but please trust, there were many. So, so many. The fact that all my coworkers are alive and I'm not the star a viral video is proof.

Always,

Kitten

From: Lynn

Sep 6, 2018 PM

Hi Sir,

I wrote this when I couldn't sleep last night about 2am.

I'm lying here waiting to fall asleep. I keep tossing and turning, too wound up from the day. My ponytail jostled just right so the ends tickled the side of my neck in such a way that it reminded me of that oh-so slight but still sexy stubble of yours. I couldn't help but close my eyes, Cheshire grin, and think about how it would feel to lean against you, back turned, naked.