Sir’s Sacred Safe Place…
I’ve lost track of how many times the rest of the world seemingly melts away once I walk into the dungeon. It’s an absolutely euphoric feeling once I cross that threshold that, thankfully, lingers for days after I’m released back into the world. Sir, is so in tune with my body, my desires, and my capabilities that negotiations are just refreshers now.
I’ve been going to the dungeon for the better half of two years now and I still consider myself to be a novice in BDSM. I don’t like to push myself beyond what I’ve studied up on and practiced so I can build up to newer experiences and I just adore Sir for being perfectly fine with going at my desired pace with a little surprise here and there to urge me into the next level 😏.
Every touch, every toy, every song, every position is so well thought out and tailored to my growth and comfort level I get suspicious from how good he is at getting my body to react how he wants it to.
Like what year did you graduate from Hogwarts?!
Anyway, this time around my career and hobbies, which are so physically demanding, forced me to slow down so Sir just hit me with his gorgeous sly smile and said so seductively “I got you”. And then proceeded to get me all the way together.
I’ve always been curious about cupping but never knew who to try well now I know the person to try is Sir. He incorporated the cupping in my massage with fire play and knife play. The fire stick and knife would gently tap the cups, the sensation and sound would send shivers through me. The knife, though dull, would press into my skin causing my walls to contract. I was so blown away by all of the sensations happening at once, at this point I was ready for his “game” but I knew he wasn’t quite done with teasing me yet.
As if he read my mind, he walks up to my head and whispers in my ear “I’m not through with you yet”. He releases each cup so slowly so I can get that sweet relief of pressure being released. He moved all over my body with such precision and laser focus, that always makes me putty in his hands. That focus always reassures me that I’m in the most capable and safe hands.
Once I get to the front and receive the same marvelous treatment sans cups he says, not I cause you know he is in charge 😌, I’m ready to the game. The rules are tossed this time and I’m forced to release so much juices that I immediately needed water.
Throughout me gushing like a broken faucet Sir pulled my head and commanded I look at the mess I was making and who was making me leak this way. Needless to say I could hear my mess dripping onto the floor in a steady stream after that.
At the peak of draining me of every last water molecule I had in me Sir reminded me that I could release anyhow I needed to. I didn’t need to be told twice. I was so safe and so open I burst into tears. So much pain I kept locked up in me flowed out of me and Sir just pulled me close and kept reassuring me that I can emote this way for as long as I needed to. Which of course made me cry more. Sir calmly held me and affirmed me the whole time. It hurt to cry this way but it was so very needed. Beyond grateful for that vulnerable moment.
As he helped my dehydrated ass up for water I foolishly thought that was it for the day…. Now it was time for the other reason why I travel far and wide to see him. He handed me two toys and told me to use them any way I needed to get to another Big O. On my own and even now I don’t use dildos BUT under Sirs intense look, deep rubs, praise for being such a good girl I achieved one of those deep orgasms that make you see the stars. I had zero control over my body as I once again sprung a leak.
This man, THIS MAN…. Ladies I’m begging you to put yourself first for once. Make the time to go to that most sacred place and get what you deserve. I’ll vouch for him any time, any way.
