| Perceptions of Choice |
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| Written by MasterBlink | |
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Well, here I am, reading. ?Perceptions of Choice?? I wonder what that means. I?ll find out soon enough / not soon enough. Time to make a choice?I chose, choose to read on. The preparation steps are easy enough. He wants me to get a glass of water, to have nearby as I read. I premember the feeling the first time I read His thoughts. I want to feel that again, deeper. Your name is funny. Every time I read it, I do it. BLINK. Sometimes it takes a second or two, but I always do. I like that. It helps me feel secure. Like I know, He cares. Here I am, waiting. Master said he was going to send me a gift. My preparations are already made. I have the towel, a big soft fluffy one. I have the door, unlocked. I have the blindfold on. I am prepared. I took the long warm bath. I will re-read this letter so many times? it's part of the gift. What more is here, than Imagined? Does he know my fears? Will he use them to keep me safe? Was that a knock on the door? Is it time? He does know. I fantasize about other women. He knows why. I want to be touched, but I'm afraid. Can I touch myself? Is that allowed? The time, is coming. I need to be ready. I assume the position he commanded. He wants me to place the towel on the floor. I kneel on it. I spread my knees, wider. I have the blindfold on. I'll practice this when I get home. I lean back, He wants me to put my hands on the floor. I feel so open, scared, eager, vulnerable, safe. Did he write this just for me? He knows I want to taste Him. I hear the door open. That sounds like a woman walking. This letter says that it is. I trust Him. How high are those heels she is wearing? There, she just turned the corner, she can see me. I must look like exactly who and what I am. Thank You Master Blink? I feel the smoothness of her shoe, as she touches me, urging me to lift myself slightly. She slides her foot against me, under me. I feel her skin. Does she know my humiliation? She can feel it on her ankle, slick. I feel her hand, she is leaning my head back, even farther. Pulling my hair, it makes me feel controlled. What is that? This letter tells me everything. I feel something. On my neck? It's warm, cold, did she just drool on my neck? Yes, that must be it. Her saliva, in a pool on my throat. I feel used, and sexy. She lifts my head slightly and I feel it running down my chest, slowly. Can she see the effect as it rolls down me? Warmth, heat, cool/cold at the slightest breeze. I feel it move every cm. She is the breeze, blowing softly by His command. It stops. Just between my breasts. Why? I relax slightly and am reminded of her foot, and our other intimate contact. I push forward, she laughs silently. I can feel it. She is bending over me. I feel her breath on my nipples. They ache to be touched. I am reminded and humiliated at the same time, feeling their erect straining. Will she touch them? Heat? She is breathing, on my stomach. Contact? Electricity shoots from my slick wetness to just below and between my breasts. She is licking. Scooping with her tongue. No, It is His touch, by her tongue. The heat/cold, shivers, yearning. She is licking her saliva off of me. I feel her hand, her long nails, soft hands, and she is stroking my hair. What Master? My eyes are closed, and I still want to blink. She is kissing my lips. I feel her tongue. Pushing my lips open. I?ve gone this far, can I come more? My lips part as I wonder. It seems you?ve already made the decision for me. Thank you Master as I. Her mouth, so sweet, salty with my sweat, our tongues play, as she passes it into my mouth. I hold it there in my mouth, obediently. Master, may I please choose to swallow you? This is my command---Take a drink, swallow BLINK Comments (1)
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