I know it’s been a very very VERY long time since I posted on this blog, and for that I apologize. Unfortunate happenstances occurred within my life and to me to cause me to be unable to keep up with the blog and kept me from being able to come back to it…
But fear not! For I have returned! And to kick-start the restart of Sex and the Holy City, I give you a tale of erotica written by your’s truly to get you all BACK “in the mood” for this blog… 😉
Now for something a little different… 😉
****WARNING: SEXUALLY EXPLICIT, TURN BACK NOW IF YOU DON’T THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT****
I preen for him before the camera, massaging my perky breasts and pushing them together, flicking a playful tongue over the soft skin as he glances my way, his eyes attracted by my movements. He slowly smiles, asking what it is that I think I’m doing.
“Why, distracting you, of course,” I reply simply and mock-sweetly, fondling myself even more and running finger tips lightly over my nipples with a broad grin at him.
I tell him I’m feeling frisky and demand his attention, even though he’s on the other side of the country, and we’re merely interacting through computer screens and webcams.
I whip out our trusty dildo, Proxy, a new toy for us, a gift from him purchased and given to me during his latest visit to see me, only a month or so prior. I grin even more broadly as I drag my long tongue up the side of the toy, nipping at it ever so slightly, continuing to grin at him the whole time.
He chuckles deeply, his voice thick with growing desire. And as I hope, he sets aside his video game console and turns his attentions soley towards me.
“I want to try something,” I say implishly, brandishing the dildo like a sword at my triumph of finally staking a claim on his wayward attentions and smiling wildly.
“And what is that?” he asks, his smile evident in his voice.
“I was to try a D/S type situation…” I say slowly, but deliberately. “Where we get to be in control, and you can tell the other what to do in all ways… but maybe for only a day at first.” I hastily add the last part.
He agrees that it could be fun, and I tell him he gets to go first. I notice it’s after midnight already, and tell him his day has already begun, with a smile full of lust.
His attitude immediately changes. He becomes calm and cool and totally in control. He is commanding and demanding, and before him I become the meek, subservient little slave to his “master”, something I never thought possible.
I give myself wholly into the game, into the spirit of the experience, doing as he commands, knowing that he would never ask of me anything that would cause me great pain, trusting in him completely that he won’t lead me astray and will only lead me to a realm of pleasure.
When he commands to me to rub my dildo on my face, I willingly oblige, without hesitation. When he commands I spit on my breast and rub it into my nipple, I do as he says, with a demure “yes, Master”.
He does punish me for slip ups, but in ways that are effective towards me. He cuts the camera off so that I can no longer see his beautiful face or the glorious erection of his perfect penis. He knows this agitates me, but I do not complain, merely accepting my punishment, and continuing on with my work, until he feels I have satisfactorily made up for my mistakes, and cuts his camera back on.
My biggest mistake is calling him “Sir” instead of “Master”, which I blame on my southern upbringing. I curse myself everytime the word “Sir” begins to slip out, but as the night wears on, I learn to catch myself, and replace it with the dutiful “Master”.
And what a kind and gentle master he is, perfect for me in this new exploration of our sexuality. I could never abide a hard “Master”, one who punishes cruelly or with pain. MY “Master” says things such as “your pleasure is my pleasure”, and seeks to bring me only joy and release, not pain or humiliation. The most severe name he calls me is “slave”, and even that has a tenderness to it, as if he only says it because it means I belong to him and him only in the most thorough way one can belong to another.
He orders me to bring myself to orgasm, by any means necessary, and I do so gladly, taking pleasure in his guttural noises as he enjoys the way this whole new experience has aroused me and something inside of me.
I cum hard and fast, my infamous ability to squirt aiding me in showing just HOW much I enjoyed myself, and I as I come down from the heights of ecstasy, he orders me to bed, and gives me my instructions for tomorrow, to await him online dressed as he desires…