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My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:. This is not unusual as being naked at home is required at all times. I will explain why later. It can be a butt plug, a dildo, a vibrator, anything of my choosing. Again, this is not unusual as I must have permission to do either one of these. Since Master knows that I have a difficult time controlling myself when talking or thinking about the past, he has requested that the cam be on…and the videotaping.

So it is. What I do write is honest and true. Not everything regarding our relationship is sexual, so not every section will be filled with sex scene after sex scene. For example, Part 1 has a lot of background information that for me is important to the relationship.

As our relationship evolves, you will see that many things I write about will be sexual, and many things will be more on the taboo side of even the BDSM lifestyle. I had been divorced for a couple of years, and I was very horny. So, yes, the thought of sex is what first brought me to look into the lifestyle. I learned that quickly. I had always had a submissive personality, and it seemed like the right fit for me. I chose it, or maybe it kind of chose me and I accepted. How does one find a Master? A real Master, that is. This feeling of needing to serve someone, to please them, to submit fully to them was like this raging desire inside of me.

So I ed a couple of websites, and that was a big waste of my time. I had all but given up. I decided that I needed to just move on, and another vanilla relationship would be in my future…and then I met Him. The person that I would learn to trust enough to give myself to.

I had been drinking, as was everyone there. The door was closed, and I could hear someone moving around in there. So I took a seat on a loveseat my Dad has in his bedroom to wait. I was sitting there thinking how screwed up my life had become in the area of relationships. Nobody I had met recently interested me at all. I was coming to terms of just how lonely I was. I knew of this man named John, whom he had graduated high school with. I had heard lots of stories about my dad and John in their teen years, but I had never personally met John…until now.

He saw me immediately. I felt my body automatically sit up a little straighter when he looked at me. As a reminder lots of alcohol was flowing at this party, and John and I both had more than our fair share. John stood at the door of the bathroom for what seemed like 20 minutes staring at me, and in reality it was probably about seconds. He walked toward me.

He stood right in front of me looking down at me, as I continued sitting on the loveseat. He unzipped his pants, staring in my eyes. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and he gently pushed his cock into my mouth.

Neither of us looked away, our eyes were locked. He was pushing his cock inside my mouth slow and gentle. Each time he pushed in further and further until I felt the tip of it touch my throat. I started to gag a little, and as I was gagging I looked down. When I gagged I forced myself to look at him, even through the water in my eyes. His body started shaking a little bit, and I could tell his cock was about ready to explode.

He kept his hand on the back of my head, and as the cum burst into my mouth he pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I could feel the cum filling my throat up. His moan of pleasure was the best thing I had heard in such a long time. I had all but forgotten that I needed to pee. John zipped his pants up, still standing directly in front of me. He bent over and kissed me on the forehead, and he left the room. I sat there trying to decide if what just happened was real, or if I made it up in my head with the help of the shots I had earlier.

I walked back downstairs, and reed the part. I saw John over talking to my Dad, and a few guys that grew up with my Dad and John. I reed my friends and siblings. At about 1am I decided that I should make my way home, and my cousin was getting ready to leave who had offered to drive me home. I noticed that as we were walking down the driveway that John was not far behind us. I thought maybe he was going to say something, but he just got into a car that we had passed. The ride home was nerve racking. Did he like it? Would I see him again? Before I knew it I was thanking my cousin, and watching him pull down the road.

I pulled my keys out of my pocket, and started toward the front door of my house when I saw a car pull back into the driveway. My heart started racing, and my body tensed up. Did he follow us? How did he know where I lived? Is everything ok? I wanted to make sure you were ok. I actually enjoyed it. What exactly did you enjoy? He slid both hands up my shirt as his body held me in place.

Both hands found their way to my so sensitive nipples. He was rubbing them and pulling at them through my bra. I lived out in the country, but I had a few neighbors that could see the front of my house. If I asked you to take off your shirt right now, would you do it? As I was pulling my shirt over my head John was unfastening my bra. Before I knew it I was standing there with my tits exposed.

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