Changing the pace.

By Thursday morning, I was a little worried. You had been wonderful -
involved, engaged, firm yet gentle - perhaps a little too gentle. I
wanted more. And I wondered if you were disappointed in me. If I wasn't
what you had expected. As it turned out, my worries were groundless.
Because when I woke you up Thursday morning, I didn't wake up the Oz
I'd spent the last 2+ days with. I woke up a Dom. And you kept me in
my place as your submissive for the entire day. Both mentally and
physically.

From the moment you opened your eyes, you took me over. And I thrilled
to your dominance, your control. When you tied my wrists and arms
behind my back, my insides were saying "oh yes". When you bent me over
the side of the bed and slid your cock into my ass, I dissolved. I
couldn't move, couldn't control the depth, couldn't stop you...and you felt
amazing. Powerful. Strong. And I felt used. Taken. Utterly
submissive. And when you asked me how it felt, asked me if you were hurting
me, asked if I wanted more, I couldn't lie. Yes, it hurt. Yes, I
wanted more. Yes, please, harder. I came, came, came again. Your voice,
in my ear, telling me "You'll do anything for me, won't you?" and the
sound of my own voice, responding, "Yes, milord, I will. Anything.
Anything to please you, whatever you want, whatever you choose... please
milord, harder" sent me right over the edge of sanity. I felt completely
possessed, completely owned, completely yours. And completely happy.