The morning after a rather heavy night out, i lay on top of my bedding, must’ve been a hot night, and as soon as my eyes flickered to reveal day, mini daydreams entered my mind; flashes of submission and sexual service.

Those flashes inspired me to recontact the Dominant i had my first experience with and see if he’d be willing to take on another session, especially since now my limits have changed and i know there are a couple of things he wanted to do last time that i just wasn’t preapred for, but now i am, also i really liked how he Dominated me – it was strong, forceful and brutish yet caring and sincere at the same time.

I imagine my asshole exposed, vulnerable and very much on show as i crawl around the apartment on all-fours naked like some kind of animal, waiting to be used for pleasure or amusement. I imagine a tight cord around my neck, tighten even more as i’m pulled to his cock, he slides it in and buries it deep in my mouth – pulling tighter on the cord as i gag. I imagine my legs tightly bound, my hands taped behind my back as i’m thrown face down on a bed, my ass ferociously grabbed at, opened, stretched and penetrated…

Maybe.