He has planted the seed in me.
Spring had a hand in it as well.
Suddenly, this evening, came this fierce desire for him to bring more men to use me.
One, two, even three.
Not gentle men.
It must be the spring...
But you know, it could happen one day. The urge today was fantasy, born of the spring fever that always seizes me this time of year. But I know that my adventure with t.o.m a couple of weeks ago was just an introduction. I also suspect that my Master is molding me, leading me, brainwashing me to prepare me for more extreme adventures to come. He treasures me too much to risk sacrificing what we have by plunging me into an episode for which I am not ready.
And I also know that my accounts here and here and here of my introduction to being shared were colored by my feelings for my Master and by the floating happiness that is always a result of knowing that I've pleased him plus the beautiful intimacy of our time together. Did it color your own perception of what happened? Some man I had met once on the phone being brought to my house to spank me and flog me and play with my nipples and plunge his cock into my cunt from behind as if I were an anonymous hole?
Can you imagine submitting to that yourself?
Can you imagine requiring your own pet/submissive/slave/whatever to submit to the same?
To not just submit but to do her best to charm and please this stranger?
Would it excite you to submit?
Or frighten you?
Would it excite you to watch?
Would you want to be forced?
Would you want her to suffer?
Do you think your attitude has changed from reading my description of my own adventure?
How do you feel when I speculate that the next time it happens might not be as sweet?
Reality is not necessarily the same as fantasy.
These are real questions and I'm looking forward to your honest comments.
And now, good night.
My curfew looms.