NEW EXPERIENCES

You wound the rope around my chest and shoulders and waist, pulling it
a little tighter with each circuit, with each precise placement until
the entire upper half of my body was tightly bound - to the point I
could barely breathe. The feeling of constriction was incredibly erotic.
Watching your face as you contemplated your work, seeing your smile of
satisfaction at a job well done, filled me with happiness.

What to say about the collar and leash? I lifted my hair when you
began to wrap the collar around my neck, giving you a physical means to
control me. And felt humbled. As you tightened the fit, something inside
me let go. Another wall between us crumbled, and I felt even more
yours. Yours to control, yours to play with, yours to own. And then, the
leash. It felt the slightest bit dehumanizing, but not in an
uncomfortable way. It was simply another symbol of your control, another part
of reminding me that I was no longer 'independent me', but rather, your
submissive, your property, to do with as you chose. Yours - mind,
body and soul. You knew that it would happen that way, that my mind would
shift another gear into submission - it was what you wanted. At that
moment, I really began to believe that you would have all of me. No
matter what. And I felt a sense of relief and began to settle into that
submissive feeling in a way I had previously only dreamed of.

Wednesday afternoon, you reminded me that our friend was expecting a
call. You and she had talked, teasingly, about letting her listen in to
us. She had told you, and me, that she was interested. But I truly
didn't believe that you would do it until you told me to get my phone.
And when I called her and told her why I was calling - that it was for
her to enjoy - her gasp of "oh my God" followed by a joyful squeal sent
a chill through me. You really were going to do this. At the first
blow from your hand on my ass, my first count, "One, milord, may I have
another", knowing she was listening...my mind went somewhere else and I
could only feel. And count. Higher and higher. Hearing her whispered
"oh yes, you are so beautiful" in my ear thrilled me and I handed you
the phone - I couldn't hold it any longer. My hands, my whole body,
was limp.

Then the paddle. I'd never felt it before...she was still
listening...my mind was gone...so you had to remind me, on the third stroke, to
count. I had forgotten. Then you handed the phone back to me. And let
me cum. Again and again. So did she. You liked that, didn't you,
milord? Controlling me and by extension controlling her - how powerful you
must have felt. I hope you were pleased. And when the phone call
ended, you took me again, my mouth, my pussy. Of course, by now they were
no longer mine. They were yours. Your mouth, open. Your cunt,
dripping. Your ass, throbbing. By sharing me in that way, you increased
your claim upon me. Another step in my submission to you was complete.