Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of NC-17. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, May 19, 2024

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    Diary of a Slave (Part 3)

    Was she doing this to show me what she wanted me to do in the same costume, I wondered. And if so, I was gonna give her a show. So I held the covers up to my chest, and inhaled long and deep, making her wait until I was ready to speak.

    “Good.”

    She didn’t say a word, but I saw a little smile tugging at her lips. “At your service.”

    My eyes must have gone so wide!! I had to clear my throat. “I … I’d like you to walk around here, and …”

    Already she was doing what I’d asked. When she wanted to, she could really obey a command! Not that she often wanted to. “Umm … get into bed with me …” She would have sounded so much more confident, had she been in my position.

    But she didn’t tease me for it. She just did what I said, sitting rather stiffly, as if she were following cold orders from someone else. And that made me wonder how she felt when I obeyed so immediately with her. But I knew she liked that. I couldn’t help but wonder how we were so very different, and yet so perfect for one another. Was that what made us so perfect?

    “I … want you inside of me … Can you do that?” Rookie mistake to ask for permission! But I never could seem to order her around like she does with me. A woman like that … ohhh boy. You don’t order her around! I knew the fantasy called for that, but I simply did what excited me, and asking her felt so right.

    Quickly, she slipped on top of me, and the way she looked down at me was so tender I would have thought we were making love. Even the way she worked her eager fingers in and out of me as I instructed her … it was so beautiful. Her eyes guided me through the whole thing, even when I was uncertain of what to do.

    The whole thing just reassured me of my love. I felt so warm at the time, feeling her love me and hold me and please me like I were the only thing in the world. She often looks at me like that, but I’d never noticed it as blatantly as I did then. What a strange time to feel that, but it was so perfect for us. Unusual as always, but impossibly wonderful.

    One day, I want to marry that woman.

     

    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!!!

    Leave a Reply