Thanks tov.
Glad to make you happy delish.

Another evening...I dressed deliberately to please you. Even more so
than thus far. A red corset, a black leather skirt, garter belt,
stockings, high, high heels. And you were pleased and proud of me, proud of
my desire to satisfy you in all ways. Proud of yourself that you'd
taken me there, mentally.

After supper, you had planned another new experience for me. When I
saw the bed with the ties and hardware all positioned for use and
realized that finally you were going to lay me out, completely helpless,
completely defenseless, secured completely open...

You left me dressed, only removing the skirt, and tied me down. When
you took out the flogger, when you covered my eyes, I almost panicked.
I was, for a moment, truly afraid. But, each stroke, each gradually
increasing sensation felt better and better. Even as the feeling crossed
from pure pleasure to moments of pain, I still wanted more. I wanted
to take more for you. Needed to give you all you wanted, be it my
pleasure or my pain. And again that night, after you'd expertly played and
played with my body, you took my ass. Oh my God, milord. It felt so
good, so right, for you to take that most private part of me again.

Finally, our last night together, you tied my entire torso, including a
crotch rope. You used it to carry me around! I could not believe it.
Then, stretching out on the bed, you watched me fuck the rope for
you. Cum for you, each time you commanded. For nearly an hour. I had no
concept of time going by...it felt like only a few moments. I hope
you were entertained as you expected, milord. And when I was exhausted,
when I thought I'd had all the orgasms I could, you took more. Took
me. Used all of my by now exhausted body for your own pleasure.

Sunday morning it was time to go. I hated to leave, milord. Packing
was sad. Getting dressed to go home felt strange. You made me feel
good though and we spent the morning talking and laughing. I remember
standing in the middle of the sitting room, arms and legs spread, asking
you to check for marks. After you pronounced me mark-free, you just
looked. And finally, shaking your head, stated "No time" and grinned.
There was no time left. We needed to leave for the airport.
But wait!

There's more.