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Quote Originally Posted by Her words again

You continue to give me an amazing gift...

This accounting is much harder to write. So much of what I remember is just impressions, I was so overwhelmed by need, curiosity, nervousness, fear, desire and then orgasms that I was incapable of thinking coherently from start to finish.

I had spent the morning at work - my mind full of memories of our lunch the day before and my body yearning to know what it would feel like to submit to you. Alone, where you could lead me where I so desperately wanted to go, where your experience would enable you to take from me exactly what you wanted. Take control - take my mind, my body, my senses on an incredible ride. I was getting absolutely no work done.

During lunch, I wrote down my perceptions of the day before as you requested. My mind began to calm, my body to settle. At that moment, you called. I had to laugh as I answered the phone - what little bit of sanity I'd managed to gain was gone immediately. When you told me that your plans for rest of your stay had fallen through and you were leaving, unless I wanted to see you again, I realized that I was letting an amazing opportunity slip away. I wanted to see you. I asked if we could get together to talk - your reply was exactly what I needed. "Yes," you said, "but I'm warning you, I want you on your knees - I want to use you - and I will push if you meet me." Knowing this, my desire to really know what you could show me grew even more. Gently, you asked me to decide and call soon.

I already knew the answer. Yes, yes, oh God please yes. My insides were screaming it - my mind was filled with it. Five minutes later I called you back, surprising you not because of the decision, but because I made it so quickly.

I only had a few hours to spend with you. I couldn't bear the thought of wasting them at work.

That afternoon I had no business driving to you - I could barely think. It's a miracle I came to you in one piece.

You were waiting for me outside when I arrived - we sat on a bench while we exchanged how are yous and then simply looked at each other. Again, I could hardly meet your eyes. That's all it took. When you asked if I wanted to come in, I think I had to say "yes" twice because the first one was only breathed out. By now, I was shaking with nervousness from head to toe. I so very much didn't want you to see it. But you did.

When we entered the room, I sat down in the only comfortable chair. Not smart, huh? My legs couldn't hold me up any longer at that moment. Pulling up the ottoman, you sat in front of me, taking my hands, asking me if I had any concerns we needed to talk about. All I could remember was "no marks". But somehow (I don't know how), I knew it would be okay. I knew you would take good care of me and not push me anywhere I couldn't go. I also knew that my inexperience as well as the limit would reduce your enjoyment and render my submissiveness less pleasing to you, while I would be getting the greater benefit and enjoyment. When I shared my concern, you smiled and told me you were enjoying yourself already.

Describing the basic positions you preferred, you explained that I would be expected to assume each one as commanded. You asked me what safeword I was used to using and told me you would listen for that, but if I really wanted to get your attention that you responded most quickly to "Mercy". You reminded me that you weren't my master - that beginning at that moment I was to call you "Milord" - although if I slipped up and called you "Sir" it was okay. I replied, "Yes, Milord", pronouncing the term incorrectly. Patiently, you had me repeat it several times until I got it right.

You asked if I was scared and I said "a little". I lied. I was terrified. Not of you - of me, of the situation, of what I was about to do. But my complete capitulation to your dominance, my need to please you and my own desire outweighed the fear.

Then, you asked if I was ready. I whispered, "Yes, Milord." "Stand up", you said, pointing to a spot in front of you. I did, looking into your eyes, feeling myself falling away...