Because It's Better

And your muscles soften. Your eyes beam.

You hold up your phone, snap, and send.

Then you check in.

“Heading out to the beach with my friends Sir. This morning I spent an extra hour edging after I dressed myself up. My pussy and thighs are soaked. Very aroused as always and looking forward to seeing my friends. I am taking an extra shift in the evening.”

Another day. Another buzz.

“Hair up today, as instructed Sir.  It’s almost on the hour, so about to start another 5 minutes of blowjob training. I’m feeling very pretty, but frustrated that I’m still gagging on the 4 inch dildo. Can’t wait until I can take the whole 7 inches and touch my pussy again. My clit won’t stop throbbing. Spending the whole night watching porn and rubbing my thighs as instructed.”

You don’t know me. You don’t know my name, or where I’m from.

I’m just the man who owns you, and set’s your rules. That’s just the way it is.

Every night you email a report. You document how you spent your time. Your progress on your rules. You divulge all your emotions. All your secrets.

And during the day, you check in when I text. You never get my emotions.