I sat on the floor near the enrance, eagerly waiting for him, trying to be patient and remember he is never late, but I was early. Impatient. I need to remembe to be patient and submissive. I see him walking up the stairs, and everything leaves me. All I want is to make him as happy as I am to just be near him.
We walk in. He gets us drinks, and everything is as it should be. He orders me to undress and wait for him on the floor. I do as he asks. Content to wait for him. Knowing he is going to take care of me tonight.
He ties me up near the entrance so I'll be the welcoming piece of the party. Naked and spread for everyone to see. But I cannot see. My eyes are blindfolded. I feel him taking care of me, with varies tools and I am so happy to receive hia treatment.
His next plan is so sublime it is as if he reads my very soul and responds to it. He probably does read my soul. I am naled infront of him in body and mind.
He brings pens and tells people to write on me anything they want. I can feel him writing SLUT on me. People take the pens and start writing. Talking between themselves as I feel the hands and pens all over my body. And I'm flying deep inside myself. Filled with euphoria. Not knowing what is being done to my body,and enjoying every moment. Every moment of being a canvas for their words. A thing, not a person, that carries upon it things it cannot control.
He is back, with his trusty electric toothbrush. He starts taking care of me. The orgasms are too strong for me. I beg him to stop. Please. I cannot stand it. He unties me. And leaves me. I was bad. I made demands. Told him how to conduct the session. I try to follow him. Disappointed at myself that I was weak.
He bid me stay and left. I was broken. Waiting by the entrance incase he might come back.
As I see his reflection on the glass as he returns I feel so ecstatic. He came back for me! I will do good this time. I promise!
He lays me on a couch. Takes care of me. My entire body is his plaything to do as he pleases. The toothbrush is back. I am screaming with delight flying and orgasming in alteration and simultaneously. And it gets really intense. I want him to stop. It is too good. But I promised to let him do as he pleases.
I start crying. Realising he wants me to squirt. I dunno how to. I cry how sorry I am. Ashamed at my body for not listening to him entirely. For trying to escape as it twitches and turnes uncontrollably.
I feel his penis filling me. And I thankfulness spreads through my body. I live for his penis. I live for these monents when he graciously indulges me with his penetration. He fills me and fucks me and fornicates me and I am completely his. I joyfully recieve his thrusting and never want it to stop. Euphoria takes over me as I scream Thank You and orgasm again and again. An orgasm of thankfulness. An orgasm of submission. And orgasm of worship to the man attached to the most perfect penis my body has ever known.
And nothing made me happier than the jet of cum that coveres my face as I look into his eyes and feel his please as intensely as my own.
Again and again I will thank you for the most perfect night in mu life