We waited, we meshed, we built trust. All amazingly important things when starting a “sane bdsm” relationship.
There were times it was torture. I just wanted to feel him. To be held on his lap, to hear that all important good girl. To hear him moan when I pleased him.
I agreed to something so far removed from my normal character. He said it was an experience he never had. He would come to my house. I dressed as directed collar, royal blue waist sincher , black dress, heels, bare legs, ankle and wrist cuffs, blindfold. The house would be lit by 25 candles. Soft music playing. Door unlocked me kneeling and waiting for him.
I prepped for days, cleaning, shopping, more out of nerves and need to set a perfect scene for him. Even giving myself an enema prior to his arrival. Edging over and over as I prepped for him, knowing it was all to make him happy.
One glass of wine before he arrived.
I knelt, getting wetter and wetter. So wet there was a literal puddle on the floor.
He came in and asked me a question about my friend. My voice changed, I didn’t realize it, but he did. He lightly slapped my face. We have a think/feel something say it agreement. He apologized for coming in and asking about someone else. That slap was needed, as I don’t realize when things affect me sometimes.
Sir inspected me. He grabbed me and kissed me, telling me to cum. After 500+ edges I came, I came hard. Since I was in a blissful slave state for most of this time I can’t recall everything and the time frames may be mixed up.
I think he put my chain on, he clipped my hands together behind my back and crawl to him. I begged for his cock(not sure if it was verbal). On my knees, dripping, all feeling no thinking. His cock in my mouth, heaven. I licked and sucked and pleased him as best as I could. Then he came, I swallowed.
Afterward I told him most truthfully that was the first time a man came in my mouth.
When he took the blindfold off I was greeted by the happiest warmest face. I said “sir, it’s finally you, you’re really here”. I was over the moon happy.
I served him a snack of all of his favorite food. We talked and laughed with me on his lap, discussing how my service of his cock was unplanned (not totally, but the length and result of it) and both agreed we thought he would cum with me bent over the slave station.
We had a nice talk. Both so happy the waiting was over. He complimented both me, the household and food selections.
I believe my most favorite nipple clamps were applied at some point. I can cum just thinking about his tug on them. We at some point ended up in the bedroom. He claimed my slave hole and it was magical. He at no point did he make me nervous.
I know my slave state matched the intensity of my orgasms.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, perfectly fitting together, sir and his slave.
2 thoughts on “The waiting is over”
This is really nicely written. It’s nice when you have someone who understands your needs, often better than you understand them yourself!
Thank you. It is wonderful, unexpected but exactly what i need.