Sorry for my absense….
I haven’t been in the right state of mind lately, and I haven’t felt like saying anything that could have been influenced by my altered mental state (haha, that makes me sound crazy!)
Anyways…. I feel like if I’m going to make a blog and do it the right way. I’ll need to start from the beginning and add some context to this story.
When I began this relationship with my now ‘slut pet’ it was just a casual encounter. Yes. We met on craigslist.
It was the first person I had ever met face to face from the internet. We had talked for months and months via email, and then through text. Flirtatious exchanges back and forth, playful teasing, leading into serious talks about sexuality, turn on’s, fantasies and lots and lots and LOTS of porn gifs. It wasn’t long until I discovered how much of a dirty freaky slut this girl wanted to be. She was looking for a man on the side to escape from her everyday life to get naughty slutty dirty with out any inhibitions. I wanted the same thing and somehow knew I had hit the jackpot.
The first night we actually met was extremely surreal. I couldn’t believe that we were actually going to meet after so long. When I showed up to her hotel room and stood outside of her door, I literally just stood there for almost a minute, not frightened, or unsure; it was more like I was taking it all in, and relishing in the moment, consciously making a memory. We had some drinks to loosen up to each other, went out for some conversation and then back to the hotel room to get down to what we had both been aching for months to happen. Unfortunately for her….(with a smirk on my face) she was experiencing what most every female is subjected to by mother nature every month. I was only mildly disappointed, for I knew how much of a freak she was and how she actually enjoyed and craved anal sex from our dirty conversations. We started with a blow job, and I succeeded in making her a sloppy mess before I asked if she was ready for some penetration. From that moment on I knew I was hooked. Her ass hole was a perfect fit for my cock, and she loved every second of me pounding her ass hole and using her like the true slut she has discovered she is, deep down inside.
Because she lives 3 hours away from me, and the only time we get to meet up is when she’s on a business trip, everything has such a unique twist in regards to how we stumbled into this new relationship style. It’s hard to remember exactly how it all started, but I know that it came out of my mouth during one of our encounters. something along the lines of “what do you thing about a D/s relationship?” She loved the idea, took off like a rocket and never looked back, which turned me on a different way then I was used to. I was stimulated by her urge to be owned and used by me and for my pleasure. I was so excited for my fantasy of a sex slave who willingly gave her body to me whenever I wanted finally coming true.
Neither of us had any experience. Both of us were still nervous around each other. All we knew was that we had a huge freak inside of ourselves that we needed to let out of the cage to fuck, suck, slap, tickle and bite as it pleased. Both of us did hours and hours of research to try and find our “natural roles” and to be honest, we’re both still exploring.
Fast forward to today and things are a bit more comfortable even with the long distance and lack of face time, but also still trying to figure each other out (hence our blogs). Our biggest strength has got to be our communication. Especially recently… The last time we got together was during her birthday. I have been holding too much feedback from her with my expectations of how I want her to act and behave as well as giving her credit for things that she is doing right. Not to mention neglecting her need for attention and affection. I was making her feel unwanted. Big mistake pal…
There were a series of events that unfolded in which I almost lost her, and how I regained control right before we slammed our metaphorical car into a big brick wall, catapulting us into our own separate darkness of the “afterlife” to our strange new obsession.
I will continue to update my blog (with some gentle nudging by my little pet) once a week. Decidedly Wednesdays. I’ll be back with part two next week. Ciao.