We're supposed to be just friends. She struggles and comes to me like a good girl should to her Dom. I'm not her Dom any longer, though my heart will forever belong to her. Her smile, her incredible body, her personality, she has it all. She had some time between meetings and suggested a zoom. When the picture revealed the beautiful good girl for which I love, I could see it. She wanted so bad to my be mine again, if for just a few minutes. The question came soon after that, I want permission she asked. I explained I'm not your Dom any longer so its not permission for me to give. I want.....permission she repeated. Feeling in love like I am, I stated if I were your Dom, I would give you the permission you want, the permission to cum. A smile came across her face as her fingers got closer to her mouth. She knows how much I enjoy when she does that for me. No secret about it, I lust for her. As she began to insert and lick her fingers with her expert tongue, I replied how she liked; with loud moans, grunts and sounds. It's almost like cheering her on with those moans. Her head tilted back, in a sun room visible by any passer by, this intelligent, sexy good girl, sucked and licked her fingers as she would with my cock in her mouth. I replied how good of girl she was and how much I lusted for her. This just inspired her even more. As this went on, I knew she wanted to cum by her actions. It became incredibly intense. I was watching and talking with this amazing lady who I once held so tight in my arms. Nothing else had my attention at that moment. As actions began to go further, BAM, it happened. She closed her eyes tightly and started shaking her head, no no no, we don't do this anymore, no no. I stopped talking. She came closer to the screen. You can play me like a violin she said and you know that as well. I hadn't looked at it like that before she said it. She had to go she said. I understood and said little. I tried offering my support, but that's the worst thing you can do for a brat I have learned recently. She signed off and back to work I had to go.
What follows later in the day is a text apologizing for putting me in that situation. I respond that I don't want her to apologize and I won't apologize for my words because I miss and still lust for my good girl. We still chat and talk about normal everyday topics. It's because the beautiful woman took time to share things about our lives first that I became completely vulnerable and let it out. What followed created a bond. The bond between a Dom and sub is a precious, special relationship and should not be under estimated. A friend I met on The Cage says it so well; We are not a part of our kink....our kink is a part of ourselves.
