A Letter to Sir

Dear Sir...

You asked me to write about my experience last week, and I was able to cobble together some immediate impressions, but I wasn't able to fully articulate how you made me feel. I had an amazing experience. It's the first time I have ever been able to just be submissive and KNOW it was all my partner wanted. Not so much the orgasms -- though a nice bonus -- but the act of submission itself. I felt a bit like being a virgin again -- just allowing things to happen. I still don't know if I could be a lifestyle sub, though I sort of doubt it, but it is very clear in my mind that sub is what I'm meant to be. There is no middle ground, no random topping, no gender differentiated sex role. There is only submission and the act and art of giving my submission to someone who genuinely wants it. I never really realized what that meant until now.

Someone asked me today what my favorite part of our session was, and I could not answer her. There is no one moment in time, in my mind, that could constitute a favorite. As much as I wanted to touch you and have you in my mouth, it was incredibly arousing that you didn't undress -- didn't even take off your shoes. Oh, so intense, that you didn't do that. I felt objectified, my submission there for you to take. And you did. I loved how you handled my hair. That's such a button for me. But you weren't rough. You didn't yank, just directed where you wanted me to be. I could have cum from just that. On my knees in front of you, I wanted to give you everything. I wanted to BE everything for you.

You comforted me, made me relax, made me strip, made me kneel. You kissed me, bit me, sucked, licked, teased me. Made me comfortable with you. Made me your girl. You could have asked me anything, and I would have done it.

I loved how you handled the anal plug; positioning it and making me work for it. The feeling of your fingers in my ass beforehand makes me drip all over again. Pushing back for it, working for it, making it mine. I nearly cried when it came out; utterly despondent from its loss from my ass; wishing you'd put it back where it belonged. You fussed at me for not eating. It was worth it to be clean for you.

The sting of your hand on my ass, divine. The smell of the floggers, sublime. I wanted to bury my face in the tails and breathe in the scent of tanned leather and sex. The bruises on my thighs from your fingers, a temporary reminder of your gift to me, and mine to you. The first touch of the Hitachi on my clit, the first touch of your talented tongue in the same place. Your fingers searching, feeling, seeking to see if I could be fisted. And I wanted to give it to you; give everything to you.

The rope, oh, the rope. I could stand for your knots all day. The soft silky hemp against my skin, running through your hands, feeling the knots placed against my back, between and around my breasts. You chose pink for me. I questioned you on this. Redheads don't do pink, but you insisted that it suited me. Moving when you told me, arching my neck and holding my hair up to give you space. I felt intensely feminine, supremely confident, eminently submissive. Giving to someone who truly wanted that gift. Feeling that rope slide across my skin made me shiver for more, yet wanting to stand still, waiting for the touch of your hands with another knot.

The clamps made my nipples ache. But I would never have asked you to remove them. You placed them to match the ropes. I wanted to be that piece of art for you. You positioned me, tied me, clamped me, plugged me... All to make me the perfect example of submission. And I reveled in that submission to you, for you, because of you.

Do you realize you're the first person to make me scream in over 10 years? No 'shhhh be quiet', no looks of pity or discomfort. Giving you what you asked for, and reveling in the asking. Listening to the smile in your voice as I asked you 'please can I cum'. Calling you Sir.

A week later, I wear a gold omega chain around my neck. It reminds me of the collar you placed on me as a symbol of your domination. And I am wet.