We messaged. Well, after I actually went into the app, I saw he did message me. I was preparing some Kratom and took a pic to send to him, just something I was doing at the moment I suppose. However after I took the picture I looked at the weight on the scale; his birthday. Chuckled. Had to commit to hit send. I'm biting my lower lip. I can see he's typing. Damn, phone is about to die. Timing. My hands are shaking, fingers sweating, this alone knowing his breath and that voice is on the other end of this app.
Maintain. I can see he changed a setting for the messages. Captivated. Timing. I'm glad my phone is dying. Need to catch my breath. Not to give in, I want so badly to grab some alone time and fix myself. My thighs are weak. Shaking. Sipping my tea. Maybe should've gone with White Horned a slow tea. This moderate will be okay. A few minutes with my thoughts. My body is back online with my mind. She just went there, a left to cumville. But I maintained. This time. This time I'm playing with my food before I consume. Food play. I used to. But don't fuck with whip cream; it actually rots in a few hours and doesn't come out of hair so easily. Intentionally digressing. I know what I'm going to tell him. I won't publish this writing until it's been delivered. In case he happens upon this I don't want to give myself up. I'm going to tell him this is obviously going to go somewhere spectacular. We can do the same he tease, I tease, he dirty talks, I blush, he sends a dic pic, gets me going even more then we cum together online and then someone runs the other direction. I'm going to propose prolonged play. Not basic. And not average, at least for me. I want to experiment. I want him as my submissive. I want to be a domme. Softly. My first. Fitting he was my first gaming online experience. Thinking the thought, then my voice in my head, "I want him as my submissive." Hands are tingling. Maybe he can think about it before giving me an answer; I can cram research lessons. If he says no, that's okay too. Smiling because I'd be a good domme. Caring. Experimental. I want to be the domme because it would keep me in check, and keep this going. I can control myself more and no one is catching feelings. We messaged back and forth. He wanted nudes, tease each other with video chat. Here's my chance. Nothing to lose. I found it extremely hot how nervous I was. Nervous. Who was he to have this effect? I was trying to find the right words. I asked if he was ready for my proposal. How the fuck does his one word answer get me going? He just said, "yes." My head spinning. I really was getting soaked, the thought of me asking him something and he just responds with one direct word. Damn he's hot. This is hot. I hope he wants to play and be my sub. The rest of me shaking, it was hard to type. I directly asked, if he would be my submissive. Gave a few reasons, including I cum so quickly when I think of him. Especially now with all these fantasies in my head and if I were to hear his voice; I'm done. Also this play is so basic, really? Him: dirty talk, send nude Me: here's a tease, some more dirty talk, you next Him: here's a dic pic Me: dahhhhday insert my vibrator ahhhnd I'm done. I came and went. Then awkward small talk, funny smiles, lame jokes, hang up and not hear from either one of us until months later when waters want to be tested because one of us is horny, stood up or forgotten. I'm the horny forgotten one with a sexless sex life; my writing and fantasies are it. I gave him an hour to think about it. It would be him help me, help him, help me! I turned my phone off to charge. I fucking had to take care of myself. Had. To. Pussy was throbbing. The fucking thought of just experimenting with him. I don't know how to dom. I told him no humiliation. Maybe I should've been more clear of my 'demands' such as, have him to read from a sexy book. Send me a video of him reading something naughty to me, shit maybe even something I've written about him. Those would be my "tough" domme demands. I'd set up one time every other month for us to actually talk/video chat. The few days prior he would have things to do for me, to really get me worked up. Biting my lip now while thinking, can't help but smile. Okay, two days prior to arranged day, he would be required to send me a pic of him-clothed. Some clean eye candy to get my mind going. The day before I'd have him read me something. Recorded reading. No visual, just his voice. If it's not slow enough, I'd message him back to reread it. Still not right, I'd have him read another section. Okay so a bit more demands from the domme. The two days prior, I've refrained from any cumming. But him, my beautiful sub, I don't mistreat and he can do whatever he wants. I won't allow him to wait though. I'm the one that needs to be worked up to remain in control. Morning of our 'meeting' I'd require a picture of morning wood. Give me something to think about all day. So when it comes to our session I'm beyond ready. I start with telling him to tell me about his day. What made him laugh during the week? "Keeping talking to me, yes? Address me please." "Yes, MissChiefMich." "Please Dv pay no attention to my breathing and continue with your day. Talk about boring stuff. Talk about you favorite things. Tell me about your car. Beemer? Before you start. I dated a guy that had a beautiful baby blue BMW and one warm summer night I asked him to open the sunroof and pull over. I slid out of my seat stood up through the sunroof shimmied out of my panties and hoped my ass onto the roof. My legs splayed and ass to the edge of roof I used the roof as a dinning table and I was his meal. You like that?" "Yes, MissChiefMich I do like that." He'd talk to me and the closer I got to cumming I'd tell him time to join me. I'd tell him to remove his clothes. I'd have him describe what he'd do to me. I tell him set his stopwatch. I want to see how long my orgasm lasts; I'm sure because of him it's more than a minute or two-long multiples. After my amazing orgasm, I tell Dv how much I appreciate his service and look forward to next time. Very profuckssional. This time I tell him he was so good to me for making me cum such a long time he gets to choose next time. The only way I would know is I would get a random pic of him. Then the two day clock starts over again. I get worked up. I'm starting to get worked up. I sigh heavily. The hour is up. I check his response. No. He says. He's a dominant. My racing thoughts left me.
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