As she paced the room, she wondered to herself over and over, I am ready. I am ready! As nervous as she was, she was indeed ready. She was truly ready. There was a mix of apprehensiveness & excitement making her heartbeat faster and harder, she could clearly feel it in her chest. So unreal, her head spun. She closed her eyes and could hear his voice on her mind “Breathe Pet”. She gathered herself, centered herself. She breathed as she had been trained to. She knew she was ready.

They had met years ago in a chat room, yes, a chat room. It was amazing to think it had been that long. It was in that chat room that she made a promise to him, a promise that she kept and one that changed her life forever. Over the years the means of communication had evolved, changed, instant messaging, emailing, even snail mail. As technology advanced so did their communication into the more modern methods. Kik, signal, texting, skype, facetime, lovense, they had done them all together. During that time her submission evolved & grew. It had grown far beyond her expectations & beyond her own limits. She had shared things with him that no one would ever know, not even her husband. She sighed.

In her day-to-day life she is a strong, successful, and bold woman, someone respected in her career. A professional pit bull as she liked to put it. She owned a successful company that allowed her to travel the country and explore new cities and was held in high regard by her peers. She was a woman in a man’s field and she owned it.”If they only knew” she whispered to herself. If they only knew that deep inside of her was a level of submission, she never wondered would grow so strong and so powerful. The need to release herself to another, to allow them to control every aspect of her life. Surrendering all control to him, giving it freely releasing herself from the burden of decision making. A weight off of her shoulders. Her clothes were chosen for her, her jewelry, what she ate, when she went to bed, treats were earned for good behavior. Fuck, he even owned her orgasms. She would be punished if instructions where not followed or if she got out of line. She laughed to herself thinking of how many times she was punished because she intentionally had misbehaved solely to see how he would punish her. She “fondly” remembered when he had her wash every dish in her kitchen. They were not dirty, she just hated doing dishes. Of course she was required to do so nude. Thinking about it now, she closed her eyes as it made her wet. He had all the time been innovative in his punishments and she rather enjoyed them, if she was being honest with herself. She craved them.

Now she was alone in her hotel room looking out the window. Waiting. It was killing her, the anticipation. She had done as she was told in preparation. She had booked a room away from the others, she used some excuse of being a light sleeper. The reality was that she could sleep though an earthquake. She had showered and dressed as instructed. A tight corset he had picked for her, her tits were overflowing. Just as he liked it, he had all the time been a breast man and she had breasts and then some. The dress she was allowed to pick for herself, she decided a short tight skirt, black of course. She felt that it showed off her Ass nicely. Under her dress a pair of black lace panties. On the dresser lay her collar. It was one of her most prized possessions. She would wear it whenever she was certain it was safe to do so. It was all the time calming; it all the time made her think of him & what they shared together. She swooned. She had set out her numerous toys, her glass dildo, numerous sizes of butt plugs from larger to smaller. Nylon stockings used to bind her. Looking at her watch, time was running out.

Two months earlier she had finally gotten the courage to ask him. After all the years she was ready to take that final step. She was ready to meet. She explained that if she was ever gonna fully submit to another, to truly loose herself it would happen with him. She trusted him completely, she needed him. Their bond was stronger than anything found in the vanilla world. This was if nothing else on her bucket list and she wanted to check it off. She told him that there was a conference she was to attend and would like for him to join her. It would be three days and two nights and she wanted him there for all of it. They spoke for hours. It was decided. Over the next weeks details were worked out, instructions given. It was exciting and had filled her mind, she obsessed.

It was 6PM when she got the knock on the door. She knew it was him by the knock. He had of course worked that out, he had planned it all. Her head filled, she felt lightheaded, it was a high she had not felt before. In her mind she ran thru the instructions she had been given. She had run though them hundreds of times. She had this down pat she wondered to herself, she was confident. She opened the door, their eyes met. A moment that was polarizing, something she knew she would never forget. A second felt like an hour, time had stopped. She caught herself. She looked down. “Please come in Sir”.

He entered, turned his back & closed the door. She could hear the door click and the sound of the lock being locked. Her walked past her he examined her, noting that she had indeed followed his instructions, at least so far. She stood still, feeling his eyes on her, her heart beating so hard it was all she could think about. She wondered to herself, breathe, it helped but only slightly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him inspecting the room. His moves were deliberate, making her wait. Fuck.

“Elizabeth, Come to me”. She responded immediately, eagerly. Standing in front of him “Sir” she croaked out. Clearing her throat, she said it again proud and loud “Sir”. He was impressed, self-correction he wondered, trained well. He picked up the collar. “I remember when I gave this to you. Can you imagine the miles it has on it? All the places it has been. Keeping all these years, keeping it for today. For this moment”. He inspected the collar, the wear was obvious. He looked at her.” Would you like to wear this for me?” Breathing in, chest out, overcoming everything. “Yes Sir, Please”. He was taller than she was, good things come in small packages he wondered to himself. He reached around her neck, she could feel the familiar texture of her collar, but this was the first time it was done by someone else. He secured it, adjusted it, it was snug, but it was also comforting & familiar.

One word was spoken,” Strip” She complied quickly, instinctively. His eyes watching as she wiggled out of her dress, so much for it showing off her Ass she wondered to herself. “Stop.” She froze, she was only in the corset and panties now, perfect, exposed. “Turn around”. She obeyed and turned her back to him. She hated waiting. He had all the time been more patient than she was. He made her wait for what seemed hours but was merely a few minutes, seconds, it was intentional. “Turn and kneel”. She drifted and did as she told. He had taken off his pants and shirt and made himself comfortable in one of the large chairs. She scurried to him, she was losing herself, she was falling into herself as she knelt. His cock was bigger than she remembered it was. Yes, she had seen it before but not in person, good god. She began to salivate, it was involuntary. “Do I need to tell you?” he asked.” No Sir” She got to work on his cock. She was not shy, she was obsessed, she had long wanted this, needed this. She attacked it, worshiped it. Fuck. She had never been so aggressive sucking a cock. She had never wanted it more, for him to fill her mouth. She was lost in it. It took her a minute to feel his hands gripping her thick curly hair, a thick lock, he began forcing her. Her gasps were audible, she began to drool, making a mess of herself, but she wanted more, needed it. Her heaving breasts coated with spit. He lifted her head hard by the hair. ” Lose the corset”. It was lost in mere seconds. The twins were released, big heavy breasts. Her nipples stiff. He stood and took her by the hand and lead her to the large bed laying her on her back.

“We have spoken about this; you have never been properly titties fucked. That changes now” She found herself, drifting, falling, head spinning. His hands reaching down, cupping her breasts, so fucking big and heavy. Gives one a firm slap. Then another, sharp and hard. Her nipples hardened as she whimpered, her skin reddening. She was on her back now, her head just over the edge of the bed. Reaching down he took his thumb and opened her mouth and slide his cock in. What a mess she has become, she wallows in it, drooling. He had her press her breasts together, so much real estate. Together they spit on his cock and her tits. Soon after his cock was wrapped with tittie flesh. Warm soft and welcoming. Moving his cock from her tits to her mouth, mouth to tits. She doesn’t know how but she is taking him balls deep. Eagerly accepting that she is the whore she has all the time seen herself as. Her throat opened accepting his cock. Her Pussy dripping, flexing, convulsing. She begins to drift off, dipping her toes into subspace, falling into it. He pulls his cock out, handful of curls, looking at her deliberately. T Tell me how my Pussy is”

Fuck, those six words, those six fucking words.

“Engorged” she cried out “dripping, swollen”.

Her body writhing, feeling her moisture run down her leg. As his cock slipped between her tits she could feel it, every inch of it. His balls settling on her face as she took them into her mouth. She worked skillfully, they were moving together, moving as one. She savored the salty taste, the smell the texture. Building a rhythm, anticipating each other’s actions, it was something she had never experienced before, and she loved it. Her Pussy dripping, she was a puddle. He could sense that she was close to Cumming, he had always had a gift of knowing before she did. With her mouth full he asked her, “Would you like to touch my Pussy?” she moved her head nodding, longing.

“I will allow it”

She went from cupping her breasts to being finger deep in a blink of the eyes. Her Pussy had never been so sensitive, so slick, she could feel it flex and convulse. Her walls smooth. He returned his cock to her mouth tilting her head back and began to feed her. She was lost in it now, she had more than dipped into subspace, she embraced it and let go. It was like an outer body experience, as if she could see herself from above, her legs spread, he fingers furiously working her Pussy as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Dreamlike, her senses acute, she could see and feel everything. A hypersensitivity. Aware but lost. The texture of his cock, the movement, she could feel it throbbing, she could feel and see it all.

“You are doing so well”

He encouraged her, she was only barely aware of what he was saying. It flowed into the sensation, the experience. She could feel it building, she began to writhe on the bed. Her mouth full of his glorious cock. Her fingers exploring her Pussy, pressing against her swollen clit. It was building, she was close, so fucking close. He continued to encourage her, comfort her. Telling her to let go and fall, that she was safe with him

“I will catch you, I will bring you back” All she could hear was his voice, that voice, his voice she let go and she fell.

Her Orgasm was like nothing she ever thought possible. It overtook her, it hit her in waves, each one more intense than the last. She had experienced subspace with him before, but nothing, nothing like this. He took his hands and tenderly caressed her face while continuing to use her mouth. Her face was warm and soft. She convulsed involuntarily. She struggled to keep her eyes on him to keep them open. She was unable to. The experience was too consuming. He continued to praise her, such a good girl, so proud pf her. She was floating, everything around her seemed surreal. She found the focus to continue with her work, his cock. She gasped, drooled, trying to catch her breath but not caring, Needing.

” I am close Pet” Hearing that only made her actions more desperate more intense.

When he came her eyes rolled back into her head and she took his load. It was heavy and thick and deep down her throat. Fuck. She swallowed it all, the taste was indescribable. She would not swallow for anyone but him and she would suck his cock anytime, anyplace. She was lost, she was his, a warm feeling engulfing her. She broke into a million pieces.

He sat on the bed and helped her up and onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, whispering in her ear

“I am so proud of you, you did so, so well” Her head on his chest, breathing heavy, her body slick with sweat.

“Listen to my voice. Come back to me”

She looked up, still in a haze, she curled in closer. He kisses her forehead and held her tight, he rocked her slowly in lap, his arms around her

“You are safe, you are with me, I won’t let you go”.

He continued to praise her, thanking her for what she had given him. It took some time before she was able to comprehend what she had experienced. What had happened, it left her drained, limp, exhausted. She was spent, she was happy, content. She drifted off to sleep knowing he would care for her.

Later she began to stir, she slowly became aware of her surroundings. What had happened. He was sitting up in bed with her head on his lap running his hands gently though her thick hair. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it; it was calming. He continued to caress her softly, running his hands on her bare skin, she didn’t want him to stop. After a time he looked down and smiling broadly, she smiled back. “How do you feel pet?”

“Tired Sir” she responded.

“I can see why; you were amazing pet. You embraced it, you let it engulf you. You exceeded my expectations” She inhaled, swelling with pride, she had surprised herself. “Thank you Sir”.

A wave of contentment swept over her, it was warm and soothing. She had never felt before. She felt safe, loved. It was so much more than she had expected. There was an ease, a fit, two as one

He laid down on the bed and pulled her on to him. Her head on his chest, she lifted her leg and wrapped it around him. His hand on her thigh. She could feel his heartbeat, it was soothing. He lifted her head and kisses her softly, her lips warm and soft. Eyes locked on each other, both smiling, feeling each other.

“Happy Birthday Pet”

“Thank you Sir”.

He kisses her again, it was by far the best present she could have ever asked for or received. Now she needed more.