Obey & Please
It’s been five days. Five glorious freeing days.
I’m still amazed with my own behavior, after admission and acceptance the need to obey and please is overwhelming. The desire to be obedient and the need to receive praise is stronger than I ever imagined it would be.
Strong enough to have me jumping to do your bidding and receive my punishment while hidden in a bathroom in a house full of people. I feel like I’m alive again for the first time in a long time.
Sweet Shy Memories
I think back on a night that has been solidified in the recesses of my brain since it happened.
It was a themed costume party; Pimps and Pros. My best friend and I went together dressed as twin prostitutes. Her mini skirt was neon blue and mine was hot pink. I had on a tiny tank top, black fish net stalkings and matching pink stilettos. Giant hoop earrings adorned my ears, while my wrists were wrapped with matching cuff bracelets. That was the night I almost joined a married couple in bed. I recall what we did. What I did. What I was too shy to do. If they’d encouraged me just a little more, I would have gone through with it. I know that because I still think about that night and the things I did and the things I wanted to do. I still think back on that night and wish I’d done it...I wonder what if?
I was 23.
White Noise
I’m still standing in that same crowded room that is ‘this new world’ I’ve stepped into. There are so many people in the room; talking, mingling and flirting. I can barely hear their voices or see their faces.
My vision is clouded as my mind is consumed by the assault on my senses and an intense pleasure burns me from the inside out. I stand bare, my freckles and tattoos on display to the room. I’m wearing my favorite red heels and my grandmother’s pearl earrings.
The ever patient and understanding Beast stands to my right, his back is to me, my hand clings to his our fingers intertwined as other women kneel before him. He all but refuses to show me his Beast. I want to see him but he forces me to learn and explore before he’ll turn to me and unleash his worst. He is my lifeline and I hold on tightly to him.
Sir is to my left. He’s sweet and firm. His praise makes me wet and his words ignite my darkest desires. His lowered voice whispering in my ear, while his left hand pinches my nipples. My head tilted back in a daze as I beg him to give me more. A woman is behind him...she holds his other hand in hers. He would not be only mine.
Master kneels before me. He’s not gentle and has no mercy. My right leg hung over his shoulder, his giant hands dig into the flesh of my ass as he devours my throbbing sex like it’s his last meal. I can feel his tongue and his teeth as he consumes my essence fervently. He speaks of protection and ownership but I do not take his words to heart while spoken under a veil of lust.
I know there are more people in the room and I want to meet them too. I don’t mean to be impolite or unreliable, the sub in me wants to address you properly and give you my undivided attention...but I want to be loyal and devoted, so right now in this moment...every other voice and every other touch is white noise.
If you want my obedience, you’ll have to open my cage and take it.
❤️L
