What's in a Name?
Well friends, i should apologize, at least a little. This was - mostly - a fantasy while i was alone in a hotel and my mind was wandering. While i won't share just how 'mostly', that's how I'm describing it for now. Maybe should have submitted it as a story, but i think i'll keep it this way, as i loved the comments. And i promise i will update should it ever become less fantasy and more reality... xo
Whatās in a name?
How did this happen? Itās only been what ā 3 days???
It started innocently enoughā¦a few messages back and forth. A lot of very piercing questions from You which saw me basically giving up my entire history in this world, complete with commentary. A few questions from me, but they felt less important. You knew exactly what/who you wanted. I thought I did. Your questions had me starting to rethink what i thought i wanted. Could i go deeper? How would that work within my real life? Could iā¦gaspā¦say Master? Could iā¦bigger gaspā¦be a slave? How was it possible that i suddenly found myself pondering something that had always been distasteful to me?
You wanted to move to text but this is something iāve rarely done, and certainly not with a stranger. You laughed at my use of āstrangerā, reminding me how much Iāve already shared with You. But You didnāt press.
Another dayā¦more messages, more questions. And soon I found myself giving into the texting. Youād given your number first, which I suppose made a difference, but it was more than that. This was...mesmerizing. Enchanting. And a little familiar. Not only because of the attraction, but because of the questions i was asking myself, the feeling of starting to re-frame how i was looking at all of this.
Today i was doing a 5+ hour drive for a conference. i was late leaving; largely because of the tine weād spent texting. You joked ā sort of ā about coming to surprise me on Saturday evening, and kept asking what i would do. Would i turn you away? i couldnāt get over the fears about what would happen if we had coffee and you didnāt think i was worthwhile, or a match, or worth your time. A lot of banter back and forth, but agreement that it was too soon for a million reasons.
As safety allowed, the texts continued during the drive. And thenā¦the phone rang. i was driving, and i didnāt recognize your number. i only realized later when i saw the texts that it was you. The very brief message you left after your 2nd callā¦only a single sentence but GAWD what a sexy voice!
A few more texts after my event, back in my room ā my huge, gorgeous, sexy room ā asking about whether i could serve you. i finally cave and explain the ātoo good to be trueā thingā¦that of the very small number of men i have thought just might be MY Dom, i haven't had a great track record of their actually being decent people (i didnāt share the details, but the first one disappeared after 6 months, the second got fully inside my head and vanished, and then came back only to be caught in a bunch of lies, and the third one stuck around right up until a coffee date was made, and then deleted all of his online accounts and vanished). That You too seemed too good to be true, and that until i saw You F2F i would remain guarded. The response continues to be that You are very real, and that i know i want to serve You.
Do i? Can i?
Then the phone rings again. Itās You. i pick it up , and almost melt at Your voice. HOLY HELL i havenāt had a telephone encounter since high school.
More questions about whether i can serve You. About whether i want to be Your cunt, Your slut, Your slave. In spite of myself, i hear it come out: āYes Masterā. i almost drop the phone, NEVER having used that term before ever. iād explained that my view was being a sub maintained oneās identity whereas being a slave most certainly did not. You seemed to be of the impression that i, in fact, wanted to give up total control, to give up my identity to You. You said that i would think of You always, and that while You would not interfere in my real life, i would make decisions based on wanting to please You. WHY did this all sound so rational, reasonable? iām still not sure. All i know is that ā without any hesitation ā i found myself using the āMā word. Not once of twice, but at least 20 times. If iām going to be completely honest, there was a very pleasant surge of excitement when i said it first.
And then as if to test out my understanding of the wordā¦You have me lay out all the toys iād brought with me, and send a pic. To clamp my nipples, and to choose one of my isertables. You had me slowly push it all the way into my pussy, pretending it was You, then slowly pull it out all the way, getting faster and fucking myself with the dildo. All the while You continue to ask me the questions: will i serve, do i want to be owned, do i want to be used, do i want to be Your fucktoy, do i want to be Your slave. And each ā each and every ā answer from me was āyes Masterā. Then You started to tell me to cumā¦and i did. It was as close to cumming on command as i have ever experienced.
i have rarely had such a hot experience. Where will it go from here? Not a clue. But it seems there might be gold in them thar hills. So i guess weāll be finding out.
Whatās in a name?
How did this happen? Itās only been what ā 3 days???
It started innocently enoughā¦a few messages back and forth. A lot of very piercing questions from You which saw me basically giving up my entire history in this world, complete with commentary. A few questions from me, but they felt less important. You knew exactly what/who you wanted. I thought I did. Your questions had me starting to rethink what i thought i wanted. Could i go deeper? How would that work within my real life? Could iā¦gaspā¦say Master? Could iā¦bigger gaspā¦be a slave? How was it possible that i suddenly found myself pondering something that had always been distasteful to me?
You wanted to move to text but this is something iāve rarely done, and certainly not with a stranger. You laughed at my use of āstrangerā, reminding me how much Iāve already shared with You. But You didnāt press.
Another dayā¦more messages, more questions. And soon I found myself giving into the texting. Youād given your number first, which I suppose made a difference, but it was more than that. This was...mesmerizing. Enchanting. And a little familiar. Not only because of the attraction, but because of the questions i was asking myself, the feeling of starting to re-frame how i was looking at all of this.
Today i was doing a 5+ hour drive for a conference. i was late leaving; largely because of the tine weād spent texting. You joked ā sort of ā about coming to surprise me on Saturday evening, and kept asking what i would do. Would i turn you away? i couldnāt get over the fears about what would happen if we had coffee and you didnāt think i was worthwhile, or a match, or worth your time. A lot of banter back and forth, but agreement that it was too soon for a million reasons.
As safety allowed, the texts continued during the drive. And thenā¦the phone rang. i was driving, and i didnāt recognize your number. i only realized later when i saw the texts that it was you. The very brief message you left after your 2nd callā¦only a single sentence but GAWD what a sexy voice!
A few more texts after my event, back in my room ā my huge, gorgeous, sexy room ā asking about whether i could serve you. i finally cave and explain the ātoo good to be trueā thingā¦that of the very small number of men i have thought just might be MY Dom, i haven't had a great track record of their actually being decent people (i didnāt share the details, but the first one disappeared after 6 months, the second got fully inside my head and vanished, and then came back only to be caught in a bunch of lies, and the third one stuck around right up until a coffee date was made, and then deleted all of his online accounts and vanished). That You too seemed too good to be true, and that until i saw You F2F i would remain guarded. The response continues to be that You are very real, and that i know i want to serve You.
Do i? Can i?
Then the phone rings again. Itās You. i pick it up , and almost melt at Your voice. HOLY HELL i havenāt had a telephone encounter since high school.
More questions about whether i can serve You. About whether i want to be Your cunt, Your slut, Your slave. In spite of myself, i hear it come out: āYes Masterā. i almost drop the phone, NEVER having used that term before ever. iād explained that my view was being a sub maintained oneās identity whereas being a slave most certainly did not. You seemed to be of the impression that i, in fact, wanted to give up total control, to give up my identity to You. You said that i would think of You always, and that while You would not interfere in my real life, i would make decisions based on wanting to please You. WHY did this all sound so rational, reasonable? iām still not sure. All i know is that ā without any hesitation ā i found myself using the āMā word. Not once of twice, but at least 20 times. If iām going to be completely honest, there was a very pleasant surge of excitement when i said it first.
And then as if to test out my understanding of the wordā¦You have me lay out all the toys iād brought with me, and send a pic. To clamp my nipples, and to choose one of my isertables. You had me slowly push it all the way into my pussy, pretending it was You, then slowly pull it out all the way, getting faster and fucking myself with the dildo. All the while You continue to ask me the questions: will i serve, do i want to be owned, do i want to be used, do i want to be Your fucktoy, do i want to be Your slave. And each ā each and every ā answer from me was āyes Masterā. Then You started to tell me to cumā¦and i did. It was as close to cumming on command as i have ever experienced.
i have rarely had such a hot experience. Where will it go from here? Not a clue. But it seems there might be gold in them thar hills. So i guess weāll be finding out.
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