Be sure to read Prequel 1 and 2 to learn how I became my Master's Imzadi.
The day before my future Master and I got together for the first time, I told my husband of 13 years I wanted a divorce. It was terrifying, and I had been wanting to do it for years. I just couldn't find the courage. Perhaps it was knowing that another man desired me that gave me courage, I do think that gave me a push, but it was only part of a complex story of marriage that my readers are all too familiar with, I am sure. I didn't tell J this until the day after, when we were talking on the phone. Ah, those early days when phone conversations were awkward, texting and writing erotica were much easier ways to communicate. He learned of my desires through the stories I wrote him, and began to carefully incorporate them into our play.
J knew we needed to take things slowly--I was another man's wife still, so how could I be his sub? That may work for many of my readers, but it didn't seem possible for us during those early days of my separation, still living with my husband, and with no thoughts of anything but an affair. How to engage in a D/s relationship with the level of intimacy we both felt comfortable with? It proved impossible, as you will discover. It helped that J and I live almost 120 miles from one another in a rural state. I spent many hours on the road and made many excuses at home to spend time in his town. It was the beginning of a long, hot and sexy summer. Here is a story a wrote sent J a few days before our first encounter.
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You bring me to your apartment. Yes, that's more intimate than a hotel room but offers a greater degree of privacy and gives you access to certain toys that can't so easily be transported. And, sound doesn't carry quite so well.
You ask me to remove all my clothes and tell me to fold them neatly, placing them on a chair. I comply and move to stand before you. My pussy is already feeling heavier, warmer, wetter, and you haven't even touched me. It's the anticipation, not knowing what you want on this particular night. You reach for me, one hand behind my neck, the other cupping one of my breasts as you lean down to kiss me. You hear a quiet moan escape my lips, and you lightly brush my nipple, which stiffens at your touch. I feel your cock hard against me, constrained by your clothing as you are still fully dressed. I reach down to touch you, but you take my hand and tell me no.
You hold my hands over my head against the wall, enjoying how this raises my breasts and displays my body for your viewing pleasure. You kiss me deeply, then move down to my neck. You run your hands behind me, grasping my ass and pulling me to you, kissing me deeply. The hard heat of your cock grinds against my bush and I want you naked and inside me. I also know I'm not in control here and I have to wait. It's frustrating and exciting in equal measure. You lift both my breasts to your lips in turn, lightly teasing my nipples with your tongue and then nibbling just a bit til you hear me moaning. One hand slides down to my pussy, cupping my smooth and swollen lips. I grind against your hand and a couple of your fingers slip into my slit. You feel my wetness, slick and warm, and you slide your fingers forward to touch my clitoris. My pussy contracts, my breath catches, and you remove your fingers. I can see amusement in your eyes. It's much too soon for that. Before the evening is over, you want me begging you to let me come.
