My last text to him read,
"Promise me, you'll grant me the opportunity to express my gratitude;
To deny me such a chance would be too cruel."
My Ivory Sphinx set up our first session for a date weeks away. Although we're well acquainted, we have scheduled an introduction of a darker proportion. In essence, I'll be meeting my master for the first time. On the sixth day of May, I'll be bound and twisted to his inventive liking. I will finally be at his mercy.
How do you pray for brutality?
How do you beg for suffering?
The anticipation is interesting. Lately, I've been experiencing micro-trances where, suddenly, my mind drops into a valley of fantasy. Short lived erections fill my pants repeatedly during work. His voice saying, "The foreplay has already begun," echoes in my head as I adjust my briefs for the twelve time. For some odd reason, everything black and shiny makes me drool. Have you ever lusted after a stapler?
Vivid possibilities are involuntarily popping up in my imagination. Salty, sweet phantom flavors has been filling my mouth spontaneously. Clearly mind fucked, somehow his hot load is impregnating my brain. I can't get him off my mind! Every thought bears his image.
I will savor this moment.
The fresh and exciting often becomes custom and stale.
It isn't everyday when you have something to look forward to