By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

No turning back now.

Yesterday, I played a game in chat with Master that was quite possibly the most arousing experience I have had so far with him. It began the way our chats usually begin, which is to say he had me undress completely, secure his collar around my neck and leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Obeying him like this immediately put me in the mood, especially as it had been close to a week since we had the opportunity to chat at all. His next command to me was one I had dreamed of for weeks -- to give him Steve's email address.

I could have simply volunteered the information to him but instead he devised a wonderful game, sort of like an interrogation scene in which I was forced to surrender it to him one letter at a time. The first thing I had to do was reveal Steve's address as a series of blank spaces:

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ @ _ _ _ _ _ . _ _ _

Master then proceeded to detail one possible scenario he had envisaged and which could likely become a reality after Steve's address was revealed. For my part, I had to slowly work my way through the alphabet and insert letters each time anything he said aroused me. His story began with me completely naked on Steve's bed, blindfolded and half reclining back on some pillows. My arms were outstretched and bound to the headboard of the bed while my legs were widely spread and my ankles secured to the ends of a long bar.

_ _ _ A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ @ _ A _ _ _ . _ _ _

The picture Master painted with his words quickly became very vivid in my mind. I had no trouble at all imagining Steve's weight on the bed or his legs straddling me as he climbed into a position where his cock could be pushed into my mouth. I could almost smell the scent of his crotch and taste the saltiness of his precum on my lips. I relished the thought of his cock, rigid and solidly erect, sliding into my mouth and then the feeling of helplessness as he then slowly fucked my face. There wasn't any letter Bs in the address, but there was a C.

_ _ _ A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ @ _ A _ _ _ . C _ _

After revealing the C, Master quickly guessed the address to be a (dot) com and so I was forced to reveal all the other Os and Ms in the address:

M O _ A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ @ _ A _ O O . COM

In Master's story, Steve continued to drive his cock into my mouth, all the while humiliating me verbally, calling me a cock-sucking slut who would soon have cocks in all my holes. Such vulgar talk doesn't usually arouse me, but this time, with the thought of Steve's cock doing Master's bidding and deep in my mouth -- enough to say I found myself quickly eliminating the next three letters of the alphabet in Steve's address. Just sitting here retelling this story sends shivers of pleasure through my body. Master's fantasy continued for several hours during which time I orgasmed numerous times. As each letter was revealed those orgasms became more and more intense, all seeming to blur into one until the revelation of the final letter sent me plummeting right over the edge. In fact, by that time the story Master was telling me was incidental and my thoughts became more focused on the delicious sensations aroused by the realization that I had finally surrendered complete control to Master. Now that he has Steve's email address, anything could happen! It took a while to regain my breath but once I did, Master abandoned the fantasy talk and started to talk seriously about his plans for me. A date has been set (next Wednesday) for my first rendezvous with Steve which, at this stage, Master has suggested this:

"I'm thinking that you will present yourself already collared and gagged at Steve's doorstep. You will hand him the invitation (a set of instructions as dictated by me) and a leash attached to your collar."

Since telling me this, my thoughts have become a dizzying swirl of exciting anticipation. Perhaps Master will also order me to pack a bag of toys to take as well? One thing is sure though -- there's no turning back now.