I never really considered myself a sexual being. When I thought of sex - which was rare, I thought of about three different positions and not much else. Orgasms were few and far between and I rarely experienced passion. Although I was resigned to a mundane life getting by on my limited knowledge of intimacy, there was a deep and repressed desire. I knew I wanted something but wasn’t sure what it was.
When He found me, I was naive, inexperienced, and lost...but He saw something in me. He knew I longed for something and He knew this longing would serve Him well.
I was an alpha female, raised in family full of headstrong women and docile men. I was aggressive, demanding, and decisive. Yet, soon after I met Him, I found myself submitting by choice. I looked to Him for guidance and correction. I wanted Him to tell me what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. More than anything, I wanted to serve Him. And I loved every moment of it. I would think to myself, “This is not who I am. This is not how I was raised.” Catholic school, straight A’s, rule-follower...on paper, it didn’t seem right. But none of that mattered. This “new me” made me feel comfortable in my own skin for once. I had always felt like I was missing something in my life and I was now learning what that was.
He owned me and punished me. I often battled myself - I wanted to please Him, yet I liked being punished. How could I balance these feuding feelings? The whack of a paddle on my ass left me trembling with pain and excitement. Submitting to Him turned me on with such intensity. In the car and He would slide His hand up my skirt and finger His already dripping wet pussy (it was no longer my pussy - it belonged to Him). I had never experienced this level of arousal - constantly wet and craving His cock. I didn’t want to have sex with Him...I wanted Him to fuck me.
(His pussy is clenching.)
And orgasms...I went from few and far between to 10, 15, 20 of them in one evening! When He touched me, I immediately became soaking wet and my clit would tingle - like low-voltage electricity. The moment He drove His stiff, perfect cock inside me, I’d become engorged and waves of pleasure built up inside my soft pink walls.
(Clenching more and more.)
After being granted permission to cum, I would explode - and lose all control. Rapture took hold of me and made me cum over and over and over. I wanted more - always more orgasms. I wanted to please Him and satisfy Him and make Him cum - but part of me just wanted Him to keep pounding His cock deeper into me. And if He wasn’t fucking me, I wanted Him in my mouth. I wanted to slide my lips over His smooth, stiff cock. I wanted to trace that special vein of His with my tongue. I wanted to taste Him explode in my mouth. I not only craved His cock (and His attention), but now I craved cumming. I had become His cumslut.