Submission

Casaneva Memoir #4

Thoughtlessly enough, I was late for our first meeting....

In the tearoom of our appointment,
I see a man's back which must belong to him.
After I greeted him...he reproved me for unpunctuality.

Do we just talk today, or...?
"Your choice,"
He said with a mature smile.
I am at a loss.
I escaped into a Japanese smile to hide my confusion.
"I...I can't choose..."
Ruthlessly, time flies by, eating away my pride...
In the last moment, looking down on the table, I manage to mumble.
"I wanna go...to the hotel..."

A small room.
I have been struggling in my mind to begin an authentic greeting as a submissive ...in
vain.
I am irritated by my self smoking and talking on a stool.

"Come here."
Finally he called me.....
He makes me stand in front of him.
He makes me turn my back.
He pulls up the hem of my skirt....
I am ashamed.
His hands feel all over my hips...and then lightly stroke my crevice underneath
the cloth.
Uuu...I can't withhold my moan.
Slowly, my underwear is pulled down.
Ah...I feel him smelling my underpants.
I can't bear the shame.
Unzipped was my skirt, and unbuttoned was my blouse.
I am totally stripped.
He makes me face him again.
I cover my face with my hands.
"Are you embarrassed?"
"Yes, sir..."
He feels all over my body...and orders me to kneel.
In the narrow space at his feet....
A rope comes around my neck.
The rope coils itself around me...from my neck to my breasts.
I'm happy...at this...long awaited moment.
My blood begins to run around my whole body,
Reviving my true self, full of life.

He laid me on the bed and pulled my knees up,
Binding my thighs and calves in an "M."
He opens up my legs....
I turn aside.
I shed tears of shame...or are they from delight?
My sense awakes everywhere he touches.
A mere touch of the apparatus gives me a spark up the spine.
"Tell me... where you feel good..."
"Nn.. Uuu..."
"Come on...where's so good?"
"A.. aa.."
My tongue does not work.....
"Say now..."
"Uuuu... M...My c..cun..t feels..so...good..."
My core melts down...and oozes out.
>From the stern bondage...I flow out.
At the moment of the spasm,
I hear my voice...from far away.

I am released from the rope.
I adore the pink, fading trace of the rope on my skin...

He lies on his back and makes me sit down next to him.
He orders me to lick his toes.
Uu...
I hesitate.
Tentativelly my mouth touches his toes.
The smell...forces me to make up my mind.
I find myself in the next layer of trance.
Wildly, I lick all of them.
I'm no longer what I was.
"Then, lick here..."
His shaft is presented to me.
My tongue writhes on it.
My tongue dances on it.
My lips suck it.
I am engrossed,
In the joy of forgetting everything other than each of his orders.

Finally he gives it to me...
Rapture explodes in my skull.
The mere connection...gives me an orgasm.
On the same moment...
A piercing pain...bursts on my both thighs.
Aaaaaa!!!
And on my breasts...
Then comes the end....
On my inner thighs and breasts, I see his tooth marks...
The marks of my ecstasy.

"Don't forget to greet me after the session!"
He scolds me on the small bed.
My face glows with shame.
At the exact moment, I am sure, there is also a dazzling joy within me.
"Pardon me, sir."
"I could teach you a lot...about how to greet your master before and after
the session...and the manners toward your master..."
"I wish I could learn more from you...sir..."

But, we don't have time....
We have no tomorrow....
In the shower, I shed tears.
We've run out of time....
I'm sad....
Although we did have a time like a jewel....
I'm sad....

Thus I learned the joy of submission.
Thus I knew submission is more delightful than mere physical pleasure.

Days after...I noticed that I had lost my favorite eye shadow.
I left it at the hotel along with something within me.....
 
 

That was another unforgettable rendezvous...
 
 
 
 
 

To be continued...