Hello darling,
Time flies, doesn’t it? It’s been a year since you gave yourself to me and accepted my collar. It’s been a year of many firsts. Your first dom/sub relationship. Your first experience with another woman. Learning both the pain and pleasure of having me buried in your ass. You remember, don’t you? You said, “I can’t, it’s too big.” But you never said, “Red,” and I didn’t stop. Going slowly, inch by inch into you, until your hiss of pain turned into a moan of pleasure and you smiled and whispered, “I did it, Master. Every part of me is yours.”
I’ve learned, too. Other women gave me their bodies, but none gave me their souls. Until you. I learned that I didn’t have to hold back. I could tell you the things I wanted to do to you and you were never horrified. I cautiously shared the times I felt small and weak and you never thought it made me less of a dom. Gradually, I took down the walls I had built up. With you, I didn’t have to force myself to be what I thought you wanted. I could just be.
You kept a few things hidden for a while, didn’t you darling? It took weeks before you admitted you wanted me to force you to please another woman. Months before you confessed you wanted me to fuck another woman while you watched, ordered to edge yourself but not allowed to come. One by one, I unlocked those secrets you’d kept hidden away.
There was one that you held onto the longest. I first caught a hint when you didn’t close your laptop quite fast enough when I came home early. Another indication was how you responded when I used multiple toys on you, one in your pussy and another in your ass while I filled your throat. You came so hard I thought you might pass out. So I started introducing it as a fantasy, telling you how I’d share you, invite my friends to use you while I watched. You told me that one of our chats got you so worked up you had to masturbate at work, even though I hadn’t given you permission. I’m sure you remember that, considering how I punished you.
You said, “It’s just a fantasy,” but I felt how wet you got when we talked about it. I saw how hard it made you come. I know what you’re worried about. You gave yourself to me. You’re mine; nothing will change that. If I choose to share you, it is just for our shared pleasure. It will not affect the love we share.
So I’m going to make this a reality, darling. Tonight, I’ve invited some friends over for dinner. I’ll handle the cooking. You’ll do the serving. And you’ll be dessert.
Love,
Master
I’m looking to do a scene that will involve service, exhibitionism, and free use, all within the context of a long-term, loving D/s relationship. Your character will have to comply with all requests (barring limits to be discussed) of the guests--both men and women--and they will be pretty involved. Serving mistakes will be punished. Expect exhibitionism, impact play, forced orgasms, and much more.
I’m thinking of this as one scene, though fairly elaborate. If it works well and we hit it off, there’s potential for exploring their relationship more.
Please respond with some information about your character (including her name and description--feel free to adjust anything I provided), plus a little continuation from the moment when she receives this message from her dom. It doesn’t have to be extensive; I just want to see some of your writing. Let me know your ideas, interests, and limits. Feel free to ask any questions as well. See my profile for more information about what I'm into. I’ll make a note if I’ve found a partner so if that’s not at the bottom the prompt is still open.
Submitted December 18, 2016 at 01:12PM by inventorofdreams http://ift.tt/2hfG5KK
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