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    Love Slave – Short Story

    Story written on December 21, 2011 by GrindRight.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=78692
    Author Notes:

    POV story about a first time encounter in a long-distance relationship of a slave and her Mistress.

     

    I went to the hotel we had arranged – my Mistress and I. The place was beautiful and expensive, but she assured me she would take care of it, so I relaxed and made my way up. I didn’t want to let myself pause and over-think what I had been excited about for weeks, so I just let myself into the room.

    The darkness made me smile, because through our online conversations, it was like she understood that part of me. She could always turn me on.

    You’re mine.

     It was written on a little folded piece of paper on the bed, and it soothed me because it was a common phrase she would whisper just when she was becoming aroused. My heart fluttered as I walked over, sitting on my bed to unfold the card and read it.

    Strip everything off and lay on the bed. Do you trust me?

     I couldn’t help but smile, because she knew I trusted her with my life. Why else would I have met her at a hotel, ready to give myself to her?

    Somewhat hesitantly, because I hadn’t seen her yet, I unbuttoned my blouse and unzipped my skirt. My hair was as curly as ever, and the only protection I felt as it sat over my shoulders. It comforted my otherwise naked form as I looked over to the bed. It was inviting, comfortable and promising. Just like her.

    Once I had laid on my stomach with my hands over my head, I had to smile again – I knew her so well. Without the order to so, I’d positioned myself in a way that would please her.

    "So you DO trust me."

    I trembled when I heard her voice behind me – the steam from her shower making its way through the room. I couldn’t speak, so I just laid there, feeling completely helpless and loving every moment of it. My legs were nervously stiff and my knees touched because I couldn’t control my own sense of modesty.

    While I laid before her wanting eyes, I fully expected her to start climbing over me, but she didn’t. She only sat beside me with a big, soft robe covering her provocative body so I could be comforted by her presence. My eyes travelled up from her arm to the robe to the wetted, dirty-blond hair that she always tucked behind her ears. And I always wanted to make a mess of it.

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    3. I love all ur stories GR but I must admit that the dirty ones are my fav by far lol. U have such a way with words that with ur bdsm stories we can still see the love/trust between them. No one does it better!!!! pls give us more.. love love love it. MUAHZ

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