last night, Master had sex with me. He allowed me the enjoyment of His cock.
It was perfect, exactly what I wanted and craved, he degraded me, fucked me mercilessly, and put my panties in my mouth. It started with me telling Him I didn't feel like having sex, I was tired (I said this because I know fucking me after I've said I don't feel like it is what turns Him on). When it was over, He left to do something, and didn't give me permission to take out the panties until He returned.Funny how that's the sort of thing that makes a masochist feel all warm and fuzzy, isn't it?
He threw the condom in a trash can with no bag, and told me I could clean it up in the morning. When I threw it away, it reminded me again of the wonderful sex the night before, and brought back the same owned feeling.
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