A transformation is occurring, and I have decided to maintain a record of it. This is my first story, so please be gentle in the comments. If I'm lucky, I'll have more to write about soon.
All past partners are melding into a single memory of that which was before him. In order to see the General, I have to promise not to have sex with him. It's an awful exchange, because he knows how badly I need to see him. He is in control, but he doesn't seem to know it.
The first time we were together, he fingered me to the brink of orgasm for ninety minutes. The next day, I couldn't pee until after lunch -- every time I even thought about using my pussy, my Kegels would clench and my thighs would tremor. The morning after, he let me suck his dick in thirty-second increments until he filled my mouth with so much cum it spilled out of my lips. He didn't scold me, but I was ashamed. I promised never to let that happen again as I rubbed my clit to two orgasms in an airport bathroom. My desire for him only deepened.
The BDSM section of the small adult store in my neighborhood was never more than the shelf before the thick, brown dildos. Overall, the genre never elicited my attention beyond an occasional glance. I had experimented with light bondage as a dominant, still, belts and handcuffs had somehow escaped my sexual repertoire. I had certainly never been interested in being spanked before. So why, lying naked on top of his hot, dark body, was it all I could think about? He is known for denying me, so I breathe deeply to control the excitement growing in my chest and pussy.
"Do you want to spank me?"
"We can try it," he replies casually.