7 years ago. October 26, 2017 at 1:59 AM
Do you make any distinction between making love, having sex, or f***ing?
For me they are completely different things. I can count on one hand the times I’ve made love. The feelings that go with that intimate act would destroy me if I felt that every single time I had sex. This is where my Master and I become one. Names are used and neither of us can say I love you enough.
Sex is much more casual. He’s my Master still and I’m his pet but it more relaxed. More about us each being pleased. It usually is not long or intense. Just a quick enjoyable experience. Now the last one. That’s where I obey or I’m punished. Where I’m rewarded or punished. Where I’m tied down, up, chained. Toys are used or not. My wants are considered but not necessarily granted. Where I beg and plead and try to earn those two little words, “Good girl.” This sessions are long, intensely satisfying and something I crave. This doesn’t negate the pleasure I receive for the other acts but my masochistic tendencies have me crave him to hurt me so good. And Master is to good at it.
