Mistress Sarah did something yesterday morning that she has never done before.
She fucked my face three times during one visit. Each of her orgasms was more powerful than the previous one.
That's not all. She also instructed me how I must dress in her company. This, too, was new. When I entered the apartment, I was thinking about her earlier instructions: I must strip naked and wear whatever is on the stool by the door.
I did not know what to expect. I wondered if she might even have a hood there, and force me into a situation where there could be a third person in the bedroom.
This wasn't the case. Instead, she had me wear red underwear and a smooth, tight tank top.
She was mostly asleep when I entered, but she quickly woke up and was very affectionate. This time, she wasn't the Dominant Bitch. It's probably for the best. I was exhausted and stressed, and Sarah always seems to know how to calibrate things just right.
Today, I have a sore tongue. I think I know why. I have no regrets. It was an incredible morning—a spectacular escape for me.
I want more. I love Mistress Sarah. I can't wait until her new boots arrive.
Zack
xoxox
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