My first girl on girl experience

Sir wanted me to find a girl to have a sexual experience. Alone.

 

I take his requests very seriously. In fact, there has never been one I have denied. I have always obeyed him 100%. But this one really made me freak out. I’m not exactly sure why. I mean I have been with women before and while it isn’t my preference, I have grown to appreciate the feminine form.  The difference is that it was always with Sir involved. When I am around him, my sex drive is always at 100 percent. It doesn’t matter where we are or who is around, if he is my proximity, I am desperate to fuck him. This doesn’t change when another woman is with us. His presence makes me insanely horny which in turn makes sexual acts with her better. But how would I feel without him there? I honestly had no desire at all to play with a woman by myself. I have never been able to get over the fact that in the end, I won’t get fucked and isn’t that the ultimate prize?

 

First thing was to find her woman. For some reason this wasn’t a huge concern. I figured there had to be a pretty large pool of lesbians and bisexual women to choose from. I won’t go into too much detail about my search but I did end up ruling out pure lesbians as I felt that they would not fully understand my plight.

 

Since I only had one week to do this, I thought someone I already knew would be my best bet. Last summer, I had met a woman named Jwho contacted me on OKCupid. In my profile, I identify myself as bisexual and seeking women only to basically have a threesome. We emailed and texted for a while and eventually met last summer at a Starbucks. I immediately found her very easy to talk to. She also was bubbly, attractive and as a Pilates instructor, she had a beautiful body. During our meeting she told me she was married but that her husband encouraged her to explore desire for women. Unfortunately, made it quite clear she did not want to me with other men or in a threesome. While I did like her, I was not interested in this at all so I pretty much blew her off. She tried several times to get together but if there was no chance I could bring her to Sir, I had no interest.

 

I got to her house about 10 minutes early so I sat in my car basically freaking out. After about 5 minutes, when I couldn't sit there for one more second, I went up and knocked on the door. 

She has a beautiful house out in a remote suburb of Seattle. It was neat and very nicely decorated and smelled delicious from the lasagna she was making. She offered me a glass of the merlot wine which I had brought which I took eagerly. I drank a little too fast because I was so nervous and I ended up having 3 glasses before the night was over.

 

To say the least, I was quite buzzed, which in this situation did not seem like a bad thing! I was eventually able to relax and enjoy our conversation. I again felt a slight shot of anxiety when I saw the romantic dinner setting. She had set up the formal dining room and used  the "good china". The lights were dim and she had candles on the table which she lit when we started dinner. Yes It was quite the romantic setting and I had to get my head around that the fact that this was not simply dinner with a friend. For all intents and purposes, it was a real live date. The only thing out of place was it was with a girl!

 

After about a half an hour of chatting, we had dinner, which was delicious. I was so nervous all day that I hadn’t eaten much so that I was hungry! I helped her clean up and while standing in the kitchen she leaned over and kissed me. It was really weird and I felt awkward to say the least but I kissed her back. Women are so much softer and more delicate. I can appreciate that but there is no doubt about it. I prefer it rough! After a few minutes we stopped kissing and she asked if I wanted to see her toy collection. I said yes.

 

We went upstairs into a spare bedroom as opposed to the bedroom that she shared with her husband, which I found interesting. She had all these sex toys  lined up on display on the dresser!!! Very strange but Ok. We talked and looked at them for about 15 minutes. She had texted me earlier asking me to bring my favorites so I showed her the jackrabbit vibrator that I had brought. She asked if she could try it on me. I couldn’t think of a reason to say no so which I laid down on the bed. I was wearing the beautiful skirt and top that Sir had given me for my birthday with a  matching black and red bra and panties which she absolutely loved. We both took off my panties together and I felt my anxiety begin to escalate.

 

I will admit the jackrabbit felt so good!!! I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was Sir fucking me and how he sounded when telling me I must cum. Unfortunately, as soon as I started to get into it, she took it out so she could show me some power massager. The spell was broken and my anxiety returned.

 

Despite being somewhat intoxicated, I did have the where with all to know I should do something in return so I decided to take her shirt and jeans off. She had a really cute bra and panty set on too.  So we talked about the best place to shop. We also laughed about how strange it was to have the undoing of the bra issue just like teenaged boys. I sucked on her tits a bit which I actually kind of liked.  She had smallish breasts and her nipples were like half the size of mine but they were so soft and tender and I was fascinated. Interestingly, I briefly had the urge to bite one of them. I found that strange that I wanted to do that. Of course I didn't. I'm pretty sure that would have been the end of our rendezvous. She is not into pain, D/S ect at all!

 

She asked me to use this light blue motorized dildo on her to which I obliged. She moaned and writhed on the bed and I felt a bit awkward again. I really didn’t know what I was supposed to do. With Sir, I lose all control and am taken over by this animal like lust. There is never a moment where I feel awkward or am wondering what I should do. I don’t think, by body just reacts to him.  

 

I'm not sure how long she had been using the dildo but she pulled it out, looked me straight in the eye, kissed me and asked me if I would lick her pussy. 

Once again, it struck me how foreign this felt. I am used to eagerly complying to any request Sir has so it felt weird to be somewhere between nonchalant and ambivalent about licking her pussy. She has a slightly salty taste. Saltier than I remember from other women I have tasted. It was bad but it also didn’t inspire any real desire on my part.  After what seemed like forever, she finally tensed, stopped and rolled on her side. I’m not sure if she came or was just done but she seemed happy enough.

 

She began to talk a bit again about her toys. I panicked slightly when I thought we were done. I still hadn’t cum and I had to get that done for Sir. Otherwise, the night would have been in vain! I searched my mind for a way to get her to go back down on me. I brought up fantasies that have yet to be fulfilled. I told her that I was never able to cum by having a dildo and woman working on my pussy at the same time and that I was dying to do this. She just looked at me and smiled. She patted the pillow to tell me to lay back.

 

This was it. I had to cum. I knew this was my last chance. I thought about how Sir told me not to be a pussy and that I would do this because that is what he wanted. I pictured how happy he would be if I succeeded and how disappointed he would be if I failed. No, I couldn’t disappoint him. I hate that feeling more than anything. Failure was definitely not an option. Slowly, I felt that calmness that only he can inspire come over me. I closed my eyes as she put the jackrabbit in my pussy and turned it on. For a second, I thought she wasn’t going to go down on me which would have be a disaster but finally I felt her breath and lips on my pussy. I tried to define what I was feeling. I think she was pushing and pulling my pussy lips.

 

My mind wandered and I scolded myself in my head. I needed to concentrate. I needed to cum for Sir. There was no other option and I would be damned if I would leave her without accomplishing this! The sooner I came, the sooner I could end this girl on girl session. I closed my eyes. I tried to imagine the sensations I felt when Sir was fucking me, even though the dildo didn’t even come close to the size of him. I wanted it harder. None of this passive baby strokes like someone was petting a kitten. Ugh! I was going to need to use more imagination to compensate. I rocked my hips in short slow strokes trying to establish a rhythm. I pictured how his skin felt, how intoxicating his smell made me. The time he fucked me so roughly over the kitchen counter that I had bruises on my hip bones drifted in my head. I know it is crazy but I swear I could hear his voice in my head telling me to cum. It sounded just like he did during those times where he is losing patience and wanted immediate compliance. I briefly was interrupted by the sensation of her moving., probably to get comfortable because I was taking so long. I pushed that thought out of my head and focused on how good it felt to have that dildo in my pussy and how aroused I was because I was so close to accomplishing this task and how happy Sir would be. That’s when I felt it rising. I thought about the relief I felt when Sir finally allowed me to cum while fucking me and at that very point, that tingling sensation burst through and I soon felt a calmness fill me body.

 

I was drained. I wanted a minute to lay there and revel in the fact that I did it. I really did it! But J started rambling on about something and I kind of had to listen. To be honest, I just wanted to get out of there and I felt a little guilty about that. By this time, I had been at her house for nearly 3 plus hours! I wanted to go. I chatted for a few more minutes and just as things started to get awkward, I said that I had to work in the morning so I really should go. She walked me to the door and kissed me. She told me she would love to see me again and brought up going to the bisexual woman meetup she told me about earlier. I said sure and left.

Do I regret this? No. While I'm not that turned in by purely girl on girl action, I am incredibly turned on by submitting and serving Sir. 

 

 

Waiting in the Dark

To reward me for the Seahawks victory on Sunday, Sir promised to fuck me. As his submissive bitch, there is no greater gift I can receive from him. From the second I learned he would be using me in the very near future, my pussy had not stopped throbbing!

 

I was given explicit instructions to be waiting for beginning at 6pm sharp. Not just waiting but waiting naked in the dark with no distractions. No tv, no internet, no books, not even a light! I was to simply sit naked on my couch in the absolute darkness and wait for his arrival. He did not give me a time when he was to arrive. It would be when he was good and ready. His arrival time was irrelevant to my task anyway. I was to wait this way as long as it took.

My submission runs deep so of course, I did exactly as Sir said. I rushed home. At 6 pm, I stripped off my clothes, turned off the lights and sat on my couch waiting for him. 

I can't remember the last time I sat and did nothing. Seriously, I am always doing something. Access to endless information from my constant companion, the iphone, made time sitting alone with no distractions a thing of the past.

 
But this is what Sir wanted and what Sir wants, Sir gets.

So, I sat there for what seemed like an eternity! He later told me it was only about 1 hour and 15 minutes. I will admit it was just as hard as I thought it was going to be. My mind wandered from how horny I was for Sir to what he may do. I tried to focus on being able to take exactly what he wanted me to.

Finally, I heard the screen door open. This was it. I took a deep breath as the key turned in the lock. He said nothing. He poured a drink and turned in the kitchen light. 

I sat there motionless, not saying anything, just waiting for him to direct me.

He came over and took me by the hair and pulled me from the couch into the bedroom. He brought the whip he had previously instructed me to have available as well.

He commanded me to lie on my stomach to which I quickly complied he began to whip me on my ass, back of the thighs and back. I had prepared for this. I knew I deserved it for not disclosing vital information to him. I had pictured myself taking his lashes so despite the pain, I was able to take it for him.

I wonder now if he sensed that this might not be enough to break me because he then had me turn over on my back. He took out his beloved cock and I got even wetter just as the sight of it. I greedily search for it with my mouth as the whip game down on my tits and pussy. Hard! Soon, I began to feel severe pain especially in my pussy. This plus him shoving his huge 8 inch cock down my throat soon became downright difficult. All I wanted to do was please him. Give him all the pleasure he gave me but the whip just relentlessly biting into my pussy. I tried to cover my tits and twist to cover my pussy but he slapped my hands back down to my side. He did this several times and soon he was able to simply point as I moved my arms or legs and I immediately got back into his desired position.

He pulled my hair to position me to his preference and I fell to the floor. My head hit. It wasn't hard but it was enough to shake me up and start the tears. I didn't expect this. Once they started I couldn't stop. But unlike the last time, I didn't try to stop them. I just let myself cry. The pain and emotion I had been suppressing just came pouring out. Sir later told me that this was his plan. 

He asked if this was too much for me. I said no. He asked if I wanted him to leave said that we could be done if that is what I wanted. Panic rushed through my body. I shook my head and desperately said "No!". Please don't leave Sir! I'll do anything for you and take everything you want to do to me. I want that! I need that!” 

Sir went on to let me gave 7 orgasms that night! He really is so good to his horny bitch. I had no trouble cuming at his command not that I usually have much anyway. Tonight I felt like I reached a new level. My body wanted to please him as much as mind did so as soon as he said "cum" my body automatically started the process. No effort or concentration involved. It excites me so much that my brain is so deeply wired to his pleasure that when he tells me to cum, my body  simply obliges.

Sir also gave me some new rules
- I am to keep my lips open at all times.
- I m to keep legs and arms uncrossed at all times.

- I am to tell him where I am staying each evening.

- My tits are no longer mine, they are his. This means no touching or rubbing. I am a bit sad about this one since I love rubbing them to feel the soreness after he pinches or bites them. On the bright side, I may ask him for permission to play with them at any time.

Now for the big one.

He said I need to find a woman to lick my pussy AND that I needed to cum when she did this! 

I am terrified about this but I am determines to do this for Sir.

A man with his stature and abilities deserves to get whatever he wants, no matter the cost and this bitch will move mountains to make that happen.

Now, to find that woman...

Pain, pleasure and the Seattle Seahawks

Last Sunday, I had the most intense experience I have ever had watching a sports event and let me tell you it was thrilling! 

Sir is incredibly creative and I never know what kind of challenges he will come up with. He definitely knows how to keep me on my toes! I received the following text from him  that morning:

 

"Here are the rules. Every time the Seahawks score you must cum. Anytime the Bucks score you must weat the clips on your nipples or clit for 5 minutes. If Seattle wins then I will call on you to fuck me early this week. If the Bucks win, I will fuck someone else and deny you orgasms for two days."

 

My mind immediately started racing through the odds of the Seahawks winning. I had been craving to have Sir fuck me even more than usual and I really needed it! The Seahawks are a 7-1 team, playing at home in one of the loudest stadiums a visiting team could play in. The Buccaneers, on the other hand, are winless, playing in a different time zone and in general don't have much going for them. This might actually work out for me! I relaxed a bit and waited for the game to start.

 

My anxiety grew the closer to the starting time of 1PM it got. By the time the game actually started I was a nervous wreck. I was glued to the tv and every time I watched a play, my stomach did flip flops. The first quarter ended scoreless so I started to calm down a little bit.

 

That was to be a short lived calmness.

 

The first score of the game came at the beginning of  the second quarter and was a touchdown by the Buccaneers. On went the nipple clamps. I started the stopwatch on my phone so I was sure to wear them for the required 5 minutes. I was a tiny bit concerned but not overly so. It was only 7-0 and there was still a lot of time left.

 

My concern turned to mild panic as the Buccaneers scored again. I put the clamps back on. Now my nipples were on fire!

About 3 minutes into this session with the clamps, the Seahawks fumbled the ball and soon the Buccaneers scored yet another touchdown! I wasn't even going to get a chance to take the clips off. I added 5 more minutes to the stopwatch. During this time, I received a text from Sir telling me who it was that he would likely fuck. Now I was in pure agony not just physically but mentally. 

As much pain as I was in with the clips on, I was even more frightened about the intensity of the pain when I took them off!

 

Just when I thought I couldn't take it one more second, the alarm on my phone beeped. I removed the clamp on the right side first. Pain shot throughout my body and I gasped in pain. 

My hands were shaking as I gripped the remaining clamp trying to summon the courage to take it off. Finally, I took a deep breath and squeezed. I saw colors as once again the pain burst through every nerve in my body. It felt like I had 100 needles puncturing my nipples. I made a mental note to practice building up my tolerance to the cursed device of nipple torture.

 

At this point, I was quite distressed. The physical pain soon subsided but I couldn't stop thinking about how I may very well lose the desperately needed fuck from Sir and that was worse than any amount of pain that clamps or a whip could give ever me.

 

Sensing my despair, Sir told me not get too upset. He reminded me that there was still a lot of football left to play. I knew he has an amazing intuitive sense so this actually made me feel a little bit better.

 

Minutes later, Russell Wilson made a pass to Jermaine Kearse for a touchdown making the score 21-7. Maybe things weren’t going to be so bad after all. Finally, it was time for pain over pleasure! My first orgasm of the game and it I would soon find that it wouldn’t be the last.

 

Shortly after the second half of the game started, the Buccaneers got a field goal so back on went the torturer of nipples. They were so painful, I could barely see straight. I didn’t think I could take another session with them. Fortunately, I wasn’t going to have to.

 

The Seahawks proceeded to score a field goal and 3 more touchdowns to tie the score with the last one being with only 1:56 seconds left in the game.  The fourth quarter ended in a tie. Now, to add to the drama, the game went into overtime.

 

Overtime began and the Seahawks kicked a 27 yard field goal to win the game. Words can’t explain how elated I was! I won the golden prize and would soon be fucked by Sir. 

Life was all good for this happy, submissive 

bitch :)

 

My submission is truly ingrained in me

I've been thinking about how my submission seems to always be lingering right under the surface, just waiting to be triggered by his command. 

Last night I  texted him that I was going to bed which is one of the rituals of my submission. 

A few minutes later he texted back. "Good night...Why don't you sleep naked...You may cum twice when you awake."

 

Being the horny little bitch I am, I was estatic to hear of this bout of pleasure coming my way! It was also great motivation to get to sleep. In fact, I fell asleep faster than I have in a long time.

When my alarm went off early next morning, my body immediately knew what to do and I of course I did it :)

It just amazes me how before I was even fully awake, I was right on his given task. It kind of reminds me of one of Pavlov's dogs. I heard the alarm bell and immediately began to pleasure myself. No thinking, just instinct. He commands me to do something and my body goes on auto pilot. On an unyielding mission to do whatever it is I am told. 

As a girl who historically has always been in control of myself, it's a pretty cool phenomenon actually....

Lesson learned

Last week I was in an unusually aggressive and horny mood and was feeling quite rebellious. I am not sure if it was due to the full moon or some other unknown reason but I started demanding and expecting multiple orgasms. I even lashed out at Sir when he did not respond to me right away. I was not being the best submissive bitch I could be. Not even close.

 

I did not break the rules but I thought about it. I was really fucking horny! The irritable throbbing sensation in my pussy was relentless and I used it as an excuse to be demanding with Sir. That did not make me feel good at all. I was immediately remorseful and apologized but the damage had been done. I was so disappointed in myself and knew that I needed to be punished as well as reminded of my place.

 

Sir gave me the honor of serving him dinner on Sunday and trust me, I paid the price for my willful behavior! He reminded me that he is in control of me. I am not in control of him. At no time am I ever to demand things from him. I am also not in control of my orgasms nor am I entitled to them. Ever. I told him that I understood that this pussy is his, not mine. I may respectfully ask questions but must always wait patiently for his response then accept and obey all decisions. Sir used a kitchen implement that he had me choose as well as his paddle. I was one sore and sorry girl after he was done.

 

As usual, his punishment made me both sorry and horny and desperate to have him fuck me. It also made me wish to atone for my bad behavior. Despite my insubordination, Sir was quite generous with me, giving me so many orgasms that I lost count.

 

Even though I had thoroughly learned my lesson, I was still bothered by my actions. I wanted to do more to show him that I had learned my lesson. Sir had said I had too many orgasms last week, especially in light of my bad behavior and that I shouldn't expect that many this week. I agreed. To honor this, I refrained from asking him for permission to have an orgasm for 87 whole hours! I have never waited that long to ask before but I wanted to suffer for him and prove that I had learned my lesson. As the hours ticked by this week I became increasingly uncomfortable. I really wanted to cum but at the same time, felt oddly calm and at peace with my decision to deny myself.

 

To my surprise and delight, he texted me this morning telling me I was to cum at 10am. I was absolutely beside myself with excitement! I did my best to work on the many things I needed to do but could not stop watching the clock. Finally, at about 10 minutes to ten, I jumped in my car and rushed the 4 blocks home. I took off my panties and lifted my skirt as I lied on the bed. I didn't touch his pussy since it was not yet 10am but I lightly touched the area around it as well as my tits. I watched one of my favorite porn clips about a very dominant man roughly fucking a submissive woman. I was just about to lose it when my alarm beeped telling me that it was 10am.

 

Finally, the time had come! I let me fingers explore my very wet and throbbing pussy. Within seconds, I felt the urge to cum so I jumped out of bed and paced back and forth until I felt back under control.

 

I started watching the video again and playing with my pussy when I felt the orgasm rising once more. I dropped the phone and once again stood up and paced until I calmed down.

 

I did this one more time then I knew I was at the point that couldn't stand it even one more second. I needed to set my orgasm free.

 

I began playing with myself once again and this time as I felt the orgasm rising, I surrendered myself to it. It felt absolutely amazing and it lasted much longer than the orgasms I had alone. I knew this was because I waited and proved to Sir that I was still 100% committed to my submission.

 

I will not soon forget that my place is to serve his needs and that I am his possession to use when and how he chooses.

 

Lesson Learned.

 

 

Surviving Orgasm Control

I have been so curious lately to talk with other submissives whose orgasms are under the strict control. I am always looking for creative ways to distract myself when I am so freaking aroused that I can't see straight but Ido not have explicit  permission to have an orgasm?

I especially have a hard time with this once my body and mind have been worked up into a sexual frenzy.  For example, many times when I am lying in my bed naked, something I also need permission for, he will text me that I am to touch myself.  Now,I don't ever do that unless given permission and it damn it feels so good!!!!  So, of course, I soon needed to ask if I could cum and he said not until I wake up in the morning. Needless to say, I did not fall asleep for awhile.  I got up and cleaned for about a half an hour, watched some boring tv and was finally able to drift off to sleep.  When my alarm went off this morning, my body and mind immediately remembered they were in a state of arousal and I was able to go on and have a very lovely orgasm. 

 

Here are a few things I use to distract myself while waiting for permission to cum:

 

- Physical exercise. Walking, running, lifting weights, or anything that gets me moving and my mind off my throbbing pussy. This has the added benefit of getting in shape!

 

- Cleaning

 

 Growing up as a decent looking girl, I never really needed to discourage or manage my horniness. I could either find a willing partner or take care of it myself.  So, this is a totally new phenomenon for me and let me tell you, I have a new respect for what teen aged boys go through!  My urges back then weren't one tenth of what they are now.  The lure of the forbidden, I suppose.

So, I am curious about what tips and techniques others might have used to squelch that overpowering urge to orgasm. Lately, my horniness seems out of control so I'll try anything for some relief! Please share :)

Thoughts on polyamory

I was reading another submissive woman's  blog, 

A reluctant bitch, where she was writing about her struggle accepting a third in her bed and it got me thinking about my own struggles. 

My journey with open sex, threesomes and compersion has been a profound one. I have come a long way from that vanilla, monogamous girl that I have been for most my life. Although I would not change a thing in the story of my journey, I still struggle with understanding that sex isn't a competition. 

It's hard to wrap my head around that just because he wants to be with others it's not because I am just not good enough. Logically, I know that isn't true but it still creeps up on me at times. That ugly feeling that if I was smarter, prettier, thinner, worked harder than the next person that I would somehow win the prize.

In my mind, part of me still believes that if I am not better at all those things, than I should get nothing until I figure out it out. Not a super fun way to live but I'm working on it. Even as I write it down, I see how silly it is but despite having changed dramatically over the last few years, I have yet to reach a point of comfort. Maybe I never will. Maybe I'm not supposed to. Maybe it's part of what makes the pain/pleasure combination so addictive.

 

I have always searched tirelessly for answers when I need a resolution. In my travels I ran across  The Ethical Slut by Dossie Eastman. It has helped me see polyamory in a whole new light. I feel more confident that I am following the right path for me and I have come to understand how wonderful and fulfilling it can be. It also helped me break through years of thinking there is only one way to something and you know what? I have tried the long term monogamous route and could never get it to work. I just don't think it's the answer anymore. For me at least.

So for now, I will keep exploring and experimenting. Brain wiring is hard to change and that prince charming crap we are fed as little girls does a lot more harm than good. Now, here I am years later still trying to get over a lifetime of brainwashing.

 

So as far as wanting to be the best. I think I will always be that way.That is just how I'm built. I mean who doesn't want to be the winner but this situation is not a competion. It is about using each and everyway I know to ensure his his pleasure. Whether that comes from me or someone else is irrelevant as long as it he gets what he needs. So, I will continue to work on figuring out how to get over this last hurdle.
 

Something that has helped me is thinking about the joy of multiple partners the same way I would think about  varieties of exotic food, friends, or even your children. For example, say you have two friends, Both of them are awesome, fun and a trusted confidant. Why should you have to give one up and just have one friend? Seems silly, doesn't it? Isn't your life enriched by the journey you take with both? Same with children. Does it seem logical to only love one and turn away the other because it is not ok to love two at once. Why shouldn't this apply to sexual partners or even others with whom you form strong romantic bonds with as well? I personally prefer to have sex with someone I like as a person, am physically attracted to and that I have an interest in seeing again. It doesn't always have to be that way and casual is not completely out of the question, but it’s always more fulfilling to me if I have a strong interpersonal bond. Maybe that is just the old fashioned girl coming out in me :)

In my opinion, living this lifestyle has made the bond with T even stronger because of the level of trust involved. Of course you are going to feel closer to someone when you feel free to say "Hey, he/she is hot and I would love to fuck her or go out and get to know them better." 

I should quite qualify that being open sexually doesn't have to mean fucking anything that will move. That holds zero appeal for me but instead knowing that I am free to explore whoever and whatever I would like. At the moment, my focus is on T and enjoying other women together and I am doing exactly that. Months or years may go by when you are just with one person and other times you may be dating 5 people at once and that is ok! Well, I should qualify that it is ok as long as you are not promising anyone that you are monogamous with them. I have been down that road and I don't want to go down it ever again. Its sneaky, dishonest and is probably going to end badly. If someone says you have to be with just me and no one else and I will leave you if you don't do the same, then it may not be the right person for you. It's better if you find this out sooner rather than later.

This story is far from over and I'm not sure what is going to happen but does anyone, kinky or monogamous, really know how it will all turn out?