Protective Services for Sir…
This was my very first session with Sir Marvelous… and oh, he did not disappoint.
It’s been two days, and my body is still trembling with the memory — haunted in the most delicious way by every sensual, dominant, soul-shifting moment.
Let’s start at the beginning. Sir was waiting outside for me, like the kind of gentleman you only hear about in stories. Handsome. Charming. That smile? Disarming. He greeted me like an old friend — warm, familiar, genuine. A hug that wrapped around not just my body, but my nervous heart. That’s rare. Especially from men. Especially in this world.
He walked me to the dungeon with such care — helping me out of my coat and shoes like a ritual of reverence. We sat and talked, easing into hot topics and negotiating boundaries with clarity and intention. Every part of the negotiation was grounded in consent — again, something I’m not used to. It made me feel… seen. Like I mattered beyond my body. That alone was erotic in its own right.
Then came the tour. The toys. The anticipation. He showed me what he loved to use and asked what made me curious. The glint in his eyes promised mischief, but his voice was nothing short of respectful and inviting. When it was time to play, he told me to get comfortable — so I changed into something that I wanted him to rip right off me.
I was shy. Eight years of abstinence will do that to you. I’m not used to being seen. Not like this. Not bare.
But then he took my hand, looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Hey beautiful.”
That moment? Everything in me exhaled.
He walked me to the table, and that’s when Sir transformed into something otherworldly — a sensual sorcerer, a human Tylenol, a healer in Dom form. The massage? Unlike anything I’ve ever felt. His hands knew things my own body forgot. He traced my pain, kissed my tension away with each stroke, and awakened places that had been asleep for far too long.
Then came the play: fire and flogging, moans and mantras. My body became his canvas, and he painted me back to life.
What struck me most was the constant contact. Some part of him was always connected to me — a hand, a breath, a whisper, a grip. At one point I genuinely wondered if he grew extra arms. It was supernatural. And yet, so grounding. So safe.
And then… the orgasm. Or should I say, the orgasms? Three — maybe four — who’s counting when you’re ascending?
The final one cracked something open in me. I went from laughter to tears in seconds. It was sacred.
He held me. Whispered affirmations. Spoke life into me — not just lust, but legacy. My soul felt touched. And in those arms, I wasn’t just a submissive — I was a woman becoming.
The session could’ve ended there but being the the geedy girl that I am I had one last request: a dance.
“Can We Talk” by Tevin Campbell began to play, and I asked Sir Marvelous if he’d honor me with a slow dance. He hesitated, worried about stepping on my toes — but said yes. And in that final embrace, swaying gently in his arms, the night closed like a lullaby.
Ladies. Goddesses. Curious hearts.
Don’t walk. RUN. Book him. Hold space for your own transformation. Because once you’ve tasted what Sir offers, you’ll never settle for less again.
Sir Marvelous isn’t just a Dom. He’s a divine experience.
Protect him at all costs.
