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From: "slave - j" <slave_j69@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "My Story"
Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 08:10:02 -0400
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i am sending my story at the request of Sir.  i wrote it for Him on June 27, 
2001.
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"My Story"





   my story starts almost 3 months ago, and it is a true story.  It begins
a few days before i got my period.  i remember this because i always get
extra horny right before i get my period.  So here i was a few days before
being due, horny as hell, and no boyfriend around today to help me out. 
But i did remember a sex chat line i had stumbled onto another time.  i was
too shy to talk to anyone, really, but watching what they said in the main
room did get me going, so i figured let me try to find it again.  And i did
succeed in finding it.  i was busy watching the room when i saw this one
message flash across the screen a couple times.  Nothing that would ever
apply to me, but still, it did have my curiosity peaked.  i can't even
remember it exactly right now, except that it said something about being
used, and humiliated.  Not me at all.  But still............  i've always
been the boss at any job I've ever had, always the one in total control. 
There's that message again.  i have to see what this person is about.  i
can always just click out of the room and He would never know who i am, so
why not?  i say "Hello" back to Him.  He acknowledges me and asks me to
private Him.  i am nervous, but what the heck, like i said, i can always
click off.  He asks me a few things about myself which i answer truthfully,
except for the question about my age.  i lied.  Plain and simple, i lied. i
didn't think He would want to talk if i told Him my real age, and what harm
could it do anyway.  We're going to talk for a bit, i'll have my orgasm,
and that'll be the end of it.  Or so i thought.  So now, He is stressing to
me that this is for real, not a game.  "Ok", i keep saying.  He will tell
me what He wants me to do, and i must do it.  But it's for real, not a
game. Keeps telling me to leave if i'm not serious about this.  i keep
telling Him "ok".  But there is something in His insistence on this matter
that has me more than intrigued.  i have to follow along and see what
happens now.  He tells me He will stretch my pussy and my asshole.  Other
than my boyfriends finger, i've never had anything in my ass, but i also
know that he would like to be able to fuck it, so maybe this will help me
get it to a point where i can let that happen.  He expects me to be shocked
and go away, but instead it sounds like a positive to me.  " Ok", i say,
again.  "First thing", He asks, "is your pussy shaved".  "No it's not", i
tell Him.  "Ok, if you want to stay, then you must shave right now." Again,
i'm told this is for real, not a game.  And i am to shave here while we are
talking.  i rush to the bathroom to get my razor and bucket with some
water, and the soap.  Why am i doing this?  Damn i must be horny.  But i
feel compelled to do as He asks.  i'm going as fast as i can, but i should
have gotten the scissors and trimmed it down low first.  In my mind, i know
He must be questioning whether i'm really shaving, cause it's taking so
long.  i tell Him what part of me is being shaved at each step.  Finally, i
finish, i just hope He knows i have really done this.  i am told this is
how all sluts should look.  Prior to this, i would have knocked a guy on
his ass for saying something like that to me, but i find myself being
turned on even more.  i say that i have to go pee now, and am told that i
may as long as i go in a bowl, right there.  i agree, and go get the bowl,
in which i pee.  He would never know if i did it for real, but something
makes me do as i am told.  "What do you have in the house that you can fuck
yourself with?", i am asked.  i have bananas, but no, He is not interested
in fruit.  Do i have any bottles, he likes to have His sluts fucked with
bottles.  The only one i can find is a near empty bottle of ketchup.  i ask
if it will do, and am told yes, go wash it out.  And i do as instructed. 
"Now go get some baby oil, to lube the bottle with." Again, i do as told.
So now, i have an empty ketchup bottle, baby oil all over it, and i'm being
told to fuck myself with this bottle.  What the hell am i doing?  i am so
turned on, i can't believe it, and so i fuck myself with the empty ketchup
bottle.  Again being reminded that i must really be doing it, it's not a
game.  i ask for His email address.  Now, i've had some very long term
relationships, and no one has ever gotten a naked picture, of any kind,
from me.  They all say the same thing; no one will know it's you if your
face is not in the picture.  Who are they kidding, i know it's me and they
do too.  So no.  No naked pictures of me.  He gives me his email address.
Somewhere inside of me, i know i have to prove to Him that i have really
done what He has asked me to do.  He has not demanded proof except the word
i have given Him.  But i still feel compelled.  i can't do anything that
day, but i carefully wash the bottle when we are done and save it for
morning.  First thing in the morning, i again fuck myself with the bottle,
only this time, i have a digital camera to memorialize the moment.  i email
this picture to Him, excited at the fact that I have done so.  i want Him
to know that I have taken this seriously, and i want more; much, much more.


   We meet again, to "play" some more.  Only i do know that this is not
play.  i don't understand the ramifications of what i have just started,
but i will learn, and am still learning.  Was it the first day, or today, i
can't remember now, i am told i must speak to Him with the proper respect.
Therefore, i am always to call Him Sir.  My clit still twinges when I hear
that word.  i love calling Him Sir, especially in front of others when we
are in the chat room.  i love them knowing how obedient i am to Sir, how
respectful of Him.  My deepest respect for Sir, comes not from His demands
of it, but because He has truly earned that respect from me.  Sir is the
kindest, most wonderful man i have ever known.  He only punishes me when i
deserve it and is always fair to me in that punishment.  i don't know all
this as yet, but soon learn it to be so.

   We spend the next few days with me doing everything that Sir asks of me,
and in return i have the most fantastic orgasms i can imagine.  In
addition, when i see my boyfriend at night, he is being treated to some
wonderful sex of his own, all at the direction of Sir.  My boyfriend knows
nothing of Sir, and would be horrified at the thought i was even in a chat
room talking sex with a virtual stranger, but here he is reaping the
rewards of this new found relationship.

   Friday comes, and so does my period.  It's also Sir's birthday, and i
can't miss seeing Him to wish Him a happy birthday.  He takes it easy on me
during this week.  But we do spend more and more time together every day. i
am learning so much about Him.  i already know i care deeply about this man
i call Sir, but don't pay it much mind.  One of the first things Sir said
to me, is that i must not let anything happen to the relationship with my
boyfriend, and that if it were to be threatened i must promise to leave Sir
first.  Well sure, that's easy enough.  i say i will, cause how could a man
i've just met, over the Internet, interfere with that?

   As the days go by, W/we spend more and more time together.  i find i'm
dreaming about Sir at night and thinking about Him the first thing when i
wake up in the morning.  i can't wait until i am with Him again.  Sir asks
me on different nights to write to Him, tell Him my thoughts and feelings
on different matters.  Tell Him my fantasies.  Now i don't share these
things with anyone, but i found i couldn't wait to share all with Sir.  My
heart just opened and for the first time, i had someone that i could bear
my whole heart and soul to, and i loved it.  The orgasms continue to be so
incredible.  Then one day Sir informs me that at some point, i will no
longer be able to cum at all without Him.  "Yeah right", i'm thinking to
myself, but what's the point of arguing that point.  Besides, you do not
argue with Sir, that would be disrespectful, and i will not disrespect Him.

   It becomes time to buy my first "toys".  The idea of doing such a thing
has always embarrassed me to death, but here i was, again, doing something
to please Sir.  Of course, they would please me as well.  I felt like a kid
in a candy shop, and thank goodness Sir was there to guide me, i would have
gotten all the wrong things.  i had no idea about the sizes of butt plugs.
Yikes, the one i had picked out would have turned me off to the whole idea,
but Sir chose the right one for me to start with.  Sir also chose nipple
and clit clamps with chains attached for me.  i got these only because Sir
wanted them; but i was soon to learn that they are one of my very favorite
toys.  i ordered Ben Wa Balls just because i'd always been curious if they
really worked.  Please remember, anything i chose that i bought, was with
Sir's permission.  i love the Ben Wa Balls when i can keep them close to
the opening of my pussy where they get the most movement.  Now i know this
sounds conceited, and i don't mean it to, but my pussy is so tight, the
balls just get locked inside of me and they don't get much movement at all.
Still, when Sir had me wear them to go out shopping with my girlfriend, i
was in a constant state of heat.  It may have been mostly because i knew
they were there, but i couldn't tell you for sure.  Another time, Sir had
me wear my new butt plug while I went out shopping.  i sure didn't try on
any clothes that day.  And, as i had not mastered how to use the toilet and
not lose the plug, i made sure

   i didn't drink anything while i was out, cause i did not have any lube
with me to put it back in, and my instructions were to wear it the whole
time i was out.  So, better play it safe, don't have anything to drink. 
Now Sir knows this embarrasses me greatly, and that it also excites me. 
This is one of the lessons i must learn, and Sir is very patient in
teaching me all i need to learn.  And i already know, that if Sir asks
something of me that is embarrassing, i still must do it, simply because He
says so.  And i love doing it anyway, just because He says so, and i know
that it amuses Him.

   i don't remember exactly when the time came, Sir would remember.  He
offered me a present.  i had no idea what it was when He gave it to me, but
i quickly learned it was my collar.  Now, a few weeks before and i would
have had no idea what a collar was.  Here i am being given one, and feeling
prouder than i've probably ever felt in my life.  i loved each day when i
would enter the room and proudly show everyone that i was wearing Sir's
collar.  Not just anyone's collar, mind you, but Sirs' collar.  And Sir
would always protect me.  This would be short lived, as you will soon see,
as i lost my collar, and to this day, i am working at getting it back.

   Somewhere in this time frame, my b/f expresses that he would like me to
grow my pussy hair back.  i am able to convince him to have me grow back
the front but continue to shave around my lips.  i tell Sir of this.  He
informs me, i have a decision to make.....if i am to remain with Him, then
my pussy must always be shaved.  i guess this was the first time i
realized, however faintly, that Sir was more important to me than b/f. 
Because i was not about ready to give up Sir, but i was ready to give up
b/f on this point.  and so i continued shaving.

   i remember the day, shortly after sharing my fantasy of having more than
one man, that Sir had a surprise for me.  We went into our usual chat room,
and Sir set up a separate room for me.  My mission was to get 20 men into
the room with me.  i could do nothing until i had 20 men, so of course i
had some of them helping.  Once i had 20 there, i was to do anything they
asked of me, and tell them about it.  i was to get all 20 men to reach a
climax, and then Sir would give me permission to have my own orgasm. 
Unless i reached all those goals, i would not be permitted to cum that day.
In addition, i was to give out my email address and send a picture to
anyone who wrote me and requested one.  i was also to copy Sir, so He would
know that i had in deed sent off the requested pictures.  So now, here i am
sending off pictures of me naked to more men, the whole time Sir telling me
that there are strange men out there now who are jerking off to a naked
picture of me.  Sir knows how hot this makes me now.  Have i forgotten to
mention that i am becoming such a cum whore.  i love to cum.  i mean, i
have always loved sex more than air even, but this is different.  i want to
cum and never stop; and i want to cum to please Sir more than even myself.
Now when Sir tells me that one day i will not be able to cum without Him,
i'm thinking that maybe there is something to what He is saying.

   i don't really remember whose idea it was, but Sir and i start shopping
for a piece of jewelry for me to wear.  It will symbolize my devotion to
Sir, and it will never be taken off.  This is a tricky proposition, since i
have a very conservative boyfriend, friends, and family who will have to
see this on me all the time.  Sir respects the position i am in and we try
to figure out what might be appropriate.  After a bit, i know in my heart
that i would like to wear a ring, but don't dare mention this fact to Sir.
It would sound way to pushy.  But then that day comes, when Sir asks me if
i would consider wearing His ring.  I am ecstatic.  But what kind of ring
will be something Sir will want me to wear and that I can wear in front of
everyone, and they will see it as something that i happened to pick out for
myself.  Finally Sir just asks me to trust Him, that He will pick out the
perfect ring.  And He does.  It is the most beautiful ring i've ever seen,
and i want more than anything in the world to wear Sir's ring, 24 hours a
day, on the ring finger of my left hand.  Sir calls about it, and they say
it will be 4 to 6 weeks to get it in.  He will drive to the store Himself
and order it sometime later.  He first asks if i want to wait that long, or
choose another ring.  i can't imagine wearing anything else.  It's so
beautiful, and the fact that Sir picked it out, well.......

   Oh Shit, now i have a major problem.  Remember the first day i met Sir,
and i told you i lied to Him about my age.  i can't let Sir get me a ring
without Him knowing the truth, and at the same time i know he's likely to
leave me for having lied.  More than anything else, Sir requires total
honesty.  i've never lied to anyone else about my age before, and i had
even forgotten it for a few weeks.  When i did remember, i wanted to tell
Him then, but was scared.  i knew how much i wanted Sir, and did not want
to lose Him.  So how do i tell Him?  The opportunity arose one day when
something was said about someone in the room and about their age.  i used
the opportunity to ask Sir if age mattered to Him.  He said "no, as long as
they're younger than me." Shit, i'm actually 12 years older than Sir.  If i
tell Him now, he's definitely going to leave me.  i convince myself that
maybe i can make Sir fall so much in love with me that it won't matter to
Him when i tell Him.  That is the coward's way out.  i know how important
honesty is to Sir.  It bothers me everyday.  i have to tell Him, and i
desperately do not want to lose Him.  How do i do both.  i have no idea, so
i procrastinate and hope that an answer will come to me.  And the more time
that elapses, the harder it is.  i know this will devastate Sir, and that
is the last thing i want to do.  O/our relationship has been built on total
trust.  And other than this one thing, everything i have ever said or done,
has been totally honest.  Now don't get me wrong, there are other things
that were said to help perpetuate this lie.  So it did escalate.  But now,
Sir is planning to undertake something that is so important to me.  Just
the idea of wearing Sir's ring thrills me in a way i have never known.  But
Sir matters more.  i have to tell Him.  It's a Sunday, and i know Sir is
out, i will not speak with Him until Monday, Memorial Day.  i have to keep
myself from backing out again.  So i write Sir a letter.  i tell Him not to
do anything about the ring until we talk, that i have something to tell
Him. i also tell Sir how much i love Him, and How i never want to be
without Him.  i completely bare my heart and soul.  M Not that this will
matter by tomorrow, because by then, everything i have ever done or said
will be questioned, and rightfully so.  i know how this will hurt, and i
wish there was some way I could take that hurt upon myself.  i know this is
the only dishonest thing between U/us, but only i can know that for sure. i
could never anticipate how much damage i could do with this seemingly
innocent lie.  We began talking at 8 that morning.  Most of the day was
spent typing back and forth, we then progressed to using the headsets, back
to typing, and eventually talking on the phone.  Our day ended sometime
after 10 pm.  i hated myself for what i had done to our relationship, and
for the pain i was causing Sir.  All i kept reminding myself all day long,
was that we were still talking.  As long as we're talking, there is still a
chance.  The dishonesty was the worst part of what i had done, but i also
knew that the age difference mattered also.  i've never dated anyone even a
day younger than myself.  Quite the contrary, the men i have always dated,
have been much older than myself, and here i am calling a man 12 years my
junior, "Sir", and loving it.  i already know i want to take this
relationship out of cyber into the real world.  i want to spend the rest of
my life with Sir.  As you may have guessed, the relationship with b/f has
been dwindling.  At first it was sex, every night, almost all night.  Now,
i find i really only want to be with Sir.  Ok, so i have to prove myself to
Sir again.  i will accept any punishment Sir gives me, and spend every
minute of every day proving myself to Him.  He will see that all the
feelings and thoughts i've shared have been true.  But this is going to
take a long time.  i don't care, i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere; i
just pray that Sir will want to give U/us the chance to find this out.  The
age thing is still a problem too.

   And so, as you may have guessed, this seemingly innocent lie cost me my
collar.  And Sir made me go right into the chat room without it.  This had
to be the most humiliating experience of my life.  Now when someone came
into my private, Sir no longer felt compelled to protect me either.  Not
that i ever spoke with anyone else, i didn't, but i always told Sir who
came into my private and what they were saying.  Sure enough, someone came
in my private that day.  i told Sir as usual, and he told me to talk to the
man.  He seemed to recognize the fact that i had previously been collared
and was no longer wearing it, did that mean i was available.  i reported
everything being said to me to Sir, and was instructed to talk to him, and
answer any questions he put to me truthfully, no matter how humiliating.  i
said I still belonged to Sir, but that i was being punished.  "What had i
done", i was asked.  i said that i had lied, hoping that would be the end
of it, but he wanted to know what i lied about.  i said i had lied about my
age to Sir, again hoping for the subject to drop.  But he persisted and
wanted to know how old i am, so i told him i'm 45.  Sir suggested i ask the
man for any advice he could give me about how to help the situation.  i did
so.  The man suggested i promise Sir that i would not talk to anyone else
for a week.  i said that was no good, because i never do talk to anyone
else.  He then told me that all he knew to do was to apologize and be
patient and wait for Sir to forgive me.  That was all i knew to do as well.
He did also tell me that he liked me and i could go to him if i preferred.
i said thank-you, but told him that Sir is the only one i want.  i couldn't
even tell you what his name was, because i never paid any attention to what
it was, he wasn't Sir.

   For about a week, things were strained, but i expected this.  i knew it
would be at the very least, many weeks, and likely months, before Sir might
trust me again.  i wasn't going anywhere.  my problem is impatience, i want
to resolve the problem now, and get on with it.  But i will wait for as
long as it takes.  This was my doing, after all.  Then one day, the
unspeakable happened.  Sir said we should end everything, before anyone got
hurt anymore.  i was dumbstruck, i couldn't, wouldn't believe what i was
hearing.  How could i not be with Sir?  This can't be happening.  We just
need some time for me to make things right again.  Why, i kept wanting to
know.  We had just gone over a checklist of things i have and have not done
before, and what i was willing to do for Sir.  We were looking over slave
contracts.  We had always said that when the time was right, we would both
know it, and i would sign a contract with Sir.  Now this.  NO, was all i
wanted to scream, but i couldn't.  And then abruptly, Sir said goodbye, and
disconnected from me.  I telephoned Him, but it did no good.  What do i do
now?  Well, one of the reasons, a minor one maybe, but one reason none the
less that Sir gave, was that O/our relationship was coming between that of
me and b/f.  Doesn't he understand that i don't care about that one
anymore? No, He doesn't, He keeps referring me back to the beginning when i
said i would say goodbye to Sir before i let anything happen there.  Well,
things change.  i kept saying that, but how to comprehend what was
happening and still get my point across, respectfully.  i had known for
weeks already that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with Sir, no one
else mattered anymore.  i felt as though i had found my soul mate in Sir.
Now, i'm not completely out of my mind, i have enough sense to know that
W/we have to meet to know this for sure.  But i want to find out, find out
if we are soul mates.  Find out if the love i feel, will still be there
when we meet.  i know about chemistry and how it works, but isn't something
this good, worth the risk of finding out?  After W/we hang up, or should i
say, after Sir said goodbye and hung up, i called b/f and ended my
relationship with him.  i felt that if his presence in this relationship
could be one factor of U/us not being together, then it could be the same
in another relationship.  So I ended it.  Now what?  I don't drink at all,
i can't, but i did find a bottle of something in the closet, and i needed
it then.  It didn't take much for me to get good and drunk.  i think i
emailed something to Sir, He would have to verify if i did, i'm not
entirely clear on that, but i think so.  Then i did something i knew i
shouldn't, i called Sir again.  i think maybe He talked with me because i
was drunk, i don't really know why, but He did say W/we could remain
friends, but that He would no longer be my Dom.  No more sex, nothing but
friendship, if i was willing to accept that.  i was.  As long as W/we are
talking, we can end up ok, i just kept telling myself.  And so it was, i
was to call Him by name.  Now keep in mind, my perception of Him had never
changed, so to call Him by name was very difficult, but He made me do it.

   After a couple days of just being buddies, i wake up very early one
morning.  i don't know why, but i remembered that i had saved the links to
a couple of contracts that looked like a good starting point for the
contract that Sir and i had hoped to one day have.  i printed them out and
decided to do a contract now.  i know Sir has doubted my real desire to be
His slave.  i am, as i've said before a strong woman, always in control. 
And as a game one day, Sir watched as i took a Dom and had him behave as my
slave.  So how, He wonders, could i possibly surrender myself to Him in
such a way?  If nothing else, i wanted Sir to have the contract, to
remember O/our relationship by.  But i also said, that He now had it, so
that if He ever changed His mind about U/us, all He had to do was send it
back to me, and i would know what He wanted.  Sir just kept it, without
saying much, for 2 days.  Then Sir told me He was considering it, it was
tempting, but that there would have to be some changes made.  i said i
would accept any changes and resign the contract for Sir.  He did add in
changes, changes He thought would make me back out.  But i signed and
resent the contract to Sir.  He then made me go into the chat room, and in
front of over 200 people, i had to profess the lie i had told Sir.  He
questioned me, and i answered everything He asked, for the benefit of all
who watched.  The worst part was admitting that i had caused myself to lose
my own collar.  There were those in there who were obviously trying to
follow the conversation, and those who were asking questions.  But i answer
no questions unless they come from Sir, or He directs me to answer them.

   Things did begin for U/us again, but a little slowly.  Sir is still
working on this age thing.  He is trying hard to trust me again, and just
last week, mentioned that i may be able to earn my collar back.  i can't
wait for the day, when Sir may decide to give it back to me.  Whenever that
day may come, i'll be here, as long as Sir allows me to be.  Over the last
couple weeks, things have improved.  About 2 weeks ago, or so, i found that
Sir's statement to me, way back in the beginning came true.  i can no
longer reach an orgasm without Sir's permission.  To prove it, He had me
masturbating as hard as i could to make myself cum, only He would not give
me permission.  i tried everything to cum, but couldn't.  Sir said He had
me at it for about 30 or 40 minutes.  Then when Sir said i could cum, boy
did i explode.  i love having Sir have total control over my abilities to
cum.  i wouldn't have it any other way.

   All of this brings us to yesterday.  i'm about due for my period again.
Remember i told you how extra horny i get right before my period?  Well,
yesterday was one of those days.  While Sir was working, i wrote Him a
letter and asked if i could be used today as His nasty slut of a fuck toy.
i went on to ask that if He did give me permission to cum, please don't let
me stop until He totally used me up.  i now know how literal Sir takes my
words.  And boy am I happy about that.  The day started off simple enough.
Sir had me on voice, and had me cum nonstop for 45 minutes to an hour.  At
least that was His estimation, i have no sense of time when i'm cumming.  i
thought O/our session was about over, because i knew Sir had more work to
do.  But He told me to rest up, come back to the computer, and meet Him in
the chat room.  As luck would have it, a couple went into Sir's private to
ask permission to share me with them.  They remembered U/us from the night
i had to profess my sins in public there.  Sir set up a room for us all,
and instructed me to answer any questions they may have, and to do all they
asked of me.  A lot of the conversation was between the couple and Sir. 
And i have to admit, i was rather enjoying myself, seeing Sir tell them
about me.  They asked me if i ever take pictures for Sir.  i said i do and
told them of some of the pictures i have given to Him.  They asked Sir if i
could fuck a bottle for them and take a picture to send to them.  But first
i was to write Sir's name on me, along with the date, so they would know i
had just taken this picture, and that it was in fact, a picture of me.  i
started trying to use a highlighter pen, but that wouldn't show up.  Then i
wrote with a regular pen, but that doesn't write easily on your cunt, so i
had to do my best to write on my legs.  The pictures i took, i either got
the writing or the bottle inside my cunt, but i couldn't seem to get both
in the picture.  So, out came the permanent marker, and i wrote Sir's name
along with the fact that i am His slave, plus the date, right on my shaved
cunt.  i took the picture the best i could and sent it off to the couple,
along with a copy to Sir.  They also wanted me to double plug myself with
my double dong.  This was already the 3rd time of the day i was double
plugged, but that's ok, i love doing as Sir wishes of me.  And for now,
whatever this couple wanted, was what Sir wished of me, and He was there
with me.  i think i liked it best when the couple asked Sir why He doesn't
have me move to be with Him.  i did say i thought that was a wonderful
idea, and was ready anytime that Sir wished it of me.  Well, we did finally
say goodbye to them.  So i knew that Sir had to get back to work.  But no,
and thankfully, Sir took my request to heart.  Sir started me cumming, with
no let up.  Then He told me to take my hands out of myself, not to touch
myself at all.  Now this is the part i still have a hard time believing. 
All this time Sir had me on voice, and His voice alone drives me crazy, but
now He has me not touching myself at all.  And then Sir tells me to cum. 
Don't touch myself, just cum.  And i did.  Again, and again, over and over.
Sir was just telling me to cum, and i was.  This was the most unbelievable,
incredible thing i've ever experienced in my life.  And i love it, more
than anything i can tell You.  As i was getting extremely weak, Sir had me
stand up, and continued to make me cum.  He then told me to pee myself, as
He wanted to see how obedient I would be.  This was so hard to do, and took
quite some time to accomplish, since my body had been in "cum mode" for
over two solid hours at this point.  But i did finally manage to pee myself
a bit.  Then Sir made me cum again.  i could no longer stand and got
permission to sit down.  i stayed awake only because i could hear Sir's
voice.  As soon as He said goodnight, i fell asleep right where i was
sitting.  Almost two and a half hours in this last session alone.  Sir is
so wonderful to me.  i woke some time later and managed to shower before
falling into bed, sound asleep.  This morning i was telling Sir how
unbelievable last night had been, just the idea that i could cum just from
Him ordering me to.  i've just hoped that one day it would happen again.  I
know how worked up Sir had me, before that happened.  i've spent most of
the morning writing this, while waiting for Sir.  But now, this morning
too, all He did was tell me to cum.  The first time, i think He had to tell
me 3 times before i came.  Later on, out of the blue, the words, "cum
again", popped up on the screen in front of me.  It took a second for my
brain to comprehend what it saw, and then i exploded.  OMG, how is this
possible?  All i know is, it not only is possible, but it has happened. 
And i love Sir having this kind of control over my body.  i know my mind
would never have allowed it if i didn't trust Sir so completely, and
knowing that makes me feel even better.  i do trust Sir with my very life,
and hopefully one day again, He will know He can trust me the same way.  i
would be lost without Sir.  To think how we met, by such a fluke, and to
know how my life has changed in a short couple months.  And i am happier
with Sir, then i have ever been in my life.

   Did i forget to mention, that i began writing this while Sir is working.
And at his direction, my ass is stuffed with my plug.  i have a ring on my
clit, not a permanent one as yet, Sir will take me for that when He decides
the time is right.  And i am totally naked, as i always am when i am in the
house.  Sir prefers me to be naked for Him.  And i am in heaven.



   This is for Sir with all my love and devotion,



   j

   
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