Friday, April 20, 2007

Tell Sir

Tell Sir what you would like to happen next time we are together. Of course, largely it is my decision what happens. But nonetheless I want girl to paint a picture ...

I’m wearing my boots, and red lipstick, I know that you noticed it’s absence last time we met. I can feel your eyes on me as I walk to your car. I walk and smoke sexily, looking at you then averting my eyes downward, I know better than to stare. I take the last few steps and open the car door, my stomach is in knots and my cunt feels warm as I slide in next to you. I look up and meet your eyes, you reach for me and grasp my chin, angling my face towards the street light. “Good girl.” You approve. You lift my leg to check the heel on my boots. As I finish my cigarette, “Come here, girl.” I scoot across closer, you grab the back of my neck and cover my mouth with yours, all tongue and teeth, then a whisper of soft lips. You breathe into my ear, your hand caressing my jaw and clutching at my throat “Are you sure you want this?” “Yes Sir, I’m sure.” You pull away, “Let’s go then.” We drive to your house, as we pull in, you turn off the car and pass me something. “Put it on” I ask for your help. I hold my hair out of the way as you tighten the blindfold across my eyes. The anticipation is killing me as you lead me inside. Your hand is firm on mine, comforting and exciting me all at once, I’m really not sure what to expect. You lead me to a spot and order me to kneel. The floor is hard on my knees as I rest my hands in my lap, unsure of where to place them. I can feel your eyes on me, although you say nothing. “I want you to turn left and crawl about 2 metres on your hands and knees. You will reach up and find a riding crop. Place it in your mouth and crawl back to where you were kneeling and wait for further instructions.”

Sir says;

This is not about your wants.

This is not about your needs.

This is not about your limits.

This is not about your pain barrier.

I care about your ability to serve,

I care about your insecurities and fears for without my understanding of them, you won't be able to serve properly,

I care about your ability to be whatever I want you to be that particular day,

I care about your ability to dress how I wish you to,

I care about your determination to be the best slut you can be.

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