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    Diary of a Slave (Part 3)

    So I’m really not sure what to think. I suppose I do feel a little better, just knowing that she sees it too – I’m not crazy. I only hope things can go back to normal soon. Well … our normal.

     

    We had the most amazing sexual experience earlier today. It’s been a few days since I wrote anything, but time has slipped away from me. Still … I don’t know what to think really. It’s like an other-worldly experience I have with her. I’m confused as to how she does these things to me, to my body and mind.

    I was just sitting on the couch, relaxing and catching up on some useless TV show when she came into the room in her corset, holding a whip. I can’t really explain the way my heart jumped at the sight of her standing like that, but it happens every time. Her confidence excites me.

    “Bedroom,” she said, knowing that was all she needed to do.

    I scrambled to turn off the TV, and slinked to the floor in desperation. Even as tense as things had become at times during out argument, I could never deny myself to her – for both of our sakes!

    I crawled after her with a little grin that just wouldn’t quit, wishing I could lick the backs of her legs as I saw them move so effortlessly with her slow strides. Mmm … her legs.

    She had me sit in the position she likes, and she tied me up before she brought me to the bed, and wordlessly started to tease me to insanity. She tied me in a few different positions while she used her fingers and her lips and tongue and a few of our toys to make me insane.

    The look on her face as she was giving me those small jolts of pain were so beautiful. I wish I could have watched her all along, but as I hissed with the feeling that pricked at my skin, I had to close my eyes each time.

    For the most part, it was silent between us, and I like it best that way when we’ve really entered into the swing of things. She just stares at me, and I look right back at her with the same understanding.

    Comments

    1. Popular to some that maybe, but like I’ve always said GR you always wow me with your expertise and way with words. With you I am on this imaginary pane and with that my mind expands allowing it to divulge every last droplet of words that follow in your wake. Great piece as always.

    2. Don’t ever aim to please a larger audience, GR! You have enough devoted fans right here on this site who adore your BDSM stories, and you will always have our gratitude. Army uniform was nice…any uniform actually does it for me! Any chance you might work in some electric play in the near future?! Please!!!

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