The Edge

We hadn't seen each other in a while. We patiently associated with those around us. We both stole glances, winks, smiles, and little touches. We had fun with everyone, but we were ready for some time alone.

Once we got the time alone, we started out slowly. His hands roamed over my body, gentle at first. As things progressed, it got more intense. He definitely reminded me who was the Master and who was the pet. At one point, he had me all but screaming. I couldn't though, not with all those other people were around. He was playing with my clit, keeping me on edge, and once I slipped over, he kept me there for what felt like forever. Even with his hand covering my mouth, I ended up having to get him to stop before I screamed and upset everyone. Once he was inside me, it was heaven. He fits so well there.

Even during the roughest moments, his hands are always gentle. He has a way of soothing a bite, or a spot that is smarting from a spanking with those hands. It lulls me and turns me on all at the same time. His current favorite position has him on his side, and me on my back. It gives him full access to whatever part of my body he desires to play with. This always means good things for me. Bites, smacks, hugs, kisses they are all made even more wonderful by those hands roaming over me, playing with me, petting me, stoking my fire.

Chosen

Master and I usually start out snuggling and some rather generic making out. This is fun in itself. There is a level of control that is tested during that time. A short time ago, we were laying in bed, touching, kissing, teasing. We were talking about sharing. I explained that I would share him if he desired, but that I had no desire to share him. He made it abundantly clear, this incident and many others, that he does not remotely want to share me.

Then we started talking about me being his, and how much we both enjoyed it. As we talked, he had his hand between my legs, rather quickly bringing me to orgasm. Each time I got close, he would stop, make me look at him, and then make me talk. Sounds don't work for him, he wants sentences, full and complete sentences, the bastard.

During one of those moments, while I was at the peak and he was soothing me down, he said that while he doesn't want to share me, he did want to share us a bit. So, he had me contact a friend. Once I got her on the phone, Master took control of my body. He played it as well as a professional musician plays their instrument. He made me talk to her, telling her what he was doing. Every time I stopped talking, he stopped touching me.

In the midst of all this, I got "the look". It was all I could do not to cum right then. I tried to get off the phone, but he wouldn't let me. I tried to at least put the phone down, and he wouldn't let me. He growled at me to keep talking. I didn't dare tell him no. I certainly didn't want him to stop. I managed to stay on, and eventually he turned me onto my belly. Being able to see him in the mirror above us was amazing. I could still see the look. That was our first time trying anal, there on the phone, with my friend listening in. It was one of the most intense things I have ever experienced before.

After it was over, as we lay in bed snuggling, him holding my trembling body, I couldn't help but feel sure I had chosen my Master well.

The Look

Our first meeting was amazing. There were others around at first. Eventually, all the others left. When ended up on my couch, sitting side by side. I have no clue how I ended up in his lap anymore. I did though. We had spent considerable time on the phone, chatting and getting to know each other. Us having something to talk about wasn't a problem. The only real problem we had was that we wanted each other so much it was handicapping us.

From the first moment I felt his hands on me, I was hooked. I already knew he could dominate me mentally. Had I not known that, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to physically. I have found myself submitting to him with an amazing ease. I have no doubt he has my best interests at heart which makes it easy to give him my body as well as my mind.

That first meeting, I was across his lap, him spanking me fully dressed. While that isn't his particular kink, I happen to enjoy it. Even through my haze of desire I could see the effect it was having on him. His eyes darkened, his breathing changed, and I could feel him getting hard against my stomach. Somewhere in there, he pulled me up, and while kissing me pulled my hair. This always has an immediate turn on effect on me, and he saw that. He used my hair to guide me to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, the events blur together a bit for me. We tried a few things, and enjoyed them all. I experienced something that night, and it would become one of my favorite things. Master has a look (as most of them do, I am sure) that is very animalistic. He warned me about it, warned me to give him space, and he could get it under control. He didn't count on me liking the look, and not being afraid. When I saw it, yes, I was a bit frightened. I realized it for what it was though, and felt every cell in my body respond. I immediately became more turned on. It doesn't matter that he was balls deep inside me already, I wanted more.

Even now, months later, he holds back. Eventually I will figure out how to convince him to let go, that I can take it. He doesn't scare me. He fascinates me. He turns me on. He controls my body. He's my Master.

The beginning

There is a beginning to everything, and this is my beginning. This is my first relationship of this nature. We both sought this relationship out because of our mutual interests. He likes being in control. I like being controlled. He doesn't mind inflicting the pain that so greatly increases my pleasure.

Nothing turns me on more than to feel his hands on my body, or to remember a specific moment we have had together. I made the comment once, that he made me feel like his favorite toy. He immediately corrected me saying, "NOT favorite toy, favorite pet." He has this way of touching me that leaves me in no doubt, he owns my body. That makes me feel more feminine, more soft, and more vulnerable.


He and I are not 24/7. He has his own busy life outside me, and I have mine outside him. We are both married, to other people. Sometimes our lives intersect, and we are all together. Nothing is being done behind anyone's back. Sometimes it's just us. We go buy Master and pet when forced to put a title to things. Eventually I will share where we got those titles from.