This is the journal entry from my first time meeting Sir. We had been chatting online for some time through a swinger’s website and finally arranged to meet for a photoshoot. ——————————————I did my first photoshoot on

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This Is The Journal Entry From My First Encounter With My Pet. —————————————With My Wives Kissed, My Car Packed, And My Nerves High I Headed Out The Door To Meet My Pet For Our First Encounter. We Had Been Speaking For Some

What Follows Is My Journal Entry From My Third Encounter With Sir. ———————————Oh My God. Life Is Fucking Amazing. I Have So Much To Say… So He Had Been Teasing Me All Week About Our Monday Meetup. I Was So Excited! I Got My Hair

So Tonight Turned Into A Fun Night. My Evening Unexpectedly Opened Up And I Posted Online Looking For A Last-Minute Playmate, But No One Was Free. I Told Sir That I Was Sad About That And He Said, “ …….. Gears Turning. Where Are You?” I Told Him

A Few Teasers From Our First Photoshoot. Submissives Will Often Feel Anxious When Expectations Are Not Articulated. Just As Each Instruction Is Eagerly Obeyed And Another Article Of Clothing Removed Or Further Flesh Revealed, Clear Direction Leads

Body Worship - Any Practice Of Physically Revering A Part (Or Whole) Of Another Person’s Body. I Saw This On A Blog And Liked It: “Cock Worshipping Is Attaching Your Sluthood To Your Other.” “Succumb To His Cock…Mentally, Physically, Emotionally.

To Me, Worshipping Is Defined Less By The Act Being Performed Than What Is Being Conveyed By The Submissive. While There Are Specific Acts That I Associate With Worshipping, While Powerful In And Of Themselves, Their Details Are Less Important Than

It Was Monday Night, October 12. Sir And I Were Planning To Meet Up For A Photoshoot. I Drove To The Hotel, Excited As Fuck, Jamming To My Music. I Got There, Parked, And Walked In. I Was Standing Behind Sir In The Lobby. Sir Didn’t Notice I Was There

So, First Things First – Sir Had Been Teasing Me All Day, Telling Me That In Less Than Three Hours He’d Be Buried In My Ass. I Remember Getting That Text As I Was Walking Through The Grocery Store, Looking Down, Reading It, Blushing And Biting My

Sir Arrived At 3… We Got Back To My Room And He Immediately Stood Up, Put His Arms Around Me, And Started Kissing Me. Things Got Hot Really Fast. We Undressed As We Were Making Out And Running Hands Through Each Other’s Hair. Sir Told Me, “Knees,”

Tonight Was Amazing! Sir Picked Me Up Around 7:30 Pm, Instructed Me To “Be A Good Girl And Wear Something Very Accessible” And Told Me, “No Speaking When You Get In The Car.” I Obeyed, And Was Told To Put My Right Leg Up On The Dashboard And Rub

You’re Tied Face-Up On The Table With Various Platters Arrayed On And Around You. Your Blindfold Is Firmly In Place, And A Final “Thank You, Sir” Escapes Your Lips Before Your Gag Is Secured. Our Guests, Two Or Three Couples With Perhaps A Single

11Th Floor. Across The Street. Someone Is Looking Out Their Window This Very Moment. Someone Is Watching You. Watching You Worship, Watching You Owned.

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