Long Distance Love

Dominants know that nothing pleases me more than sitting down to write. And in all of their glorious higher knowledge they force me to do it. It is not my place to question their divine will which allows me to live such a fulfilling life of luxury. To many my circumstances are ideal and exceedingly sexy.

Exploring sexuality through esoteric, cerebral expression is one of the great privileges of the twenty-first century. As a sub it is easy to be ground down when a dominant is too busy for me. However the knowledge that BDSM can be upheld beyond the physical is something that me knows is useful when providing meaning-hood as a person. It's a tricky but true love.

Master has always said that he owns every aspect of me, even this one. It is kind of an all encompassing understanding that all my work is his even prior to our meeting. If he sees me succeeding he has a right to claim that and even put a stop to it should he choose. Keeping him pleased is he nexus of our relationship and deviation means death. Of it all.

With this knowledge knowing what stories to tell can be difficult, however as a seasoned writer of free erotic fiction nothing can solve lack of inspiration like being reminded why I crave a dominant in the first place. We hadn't seen one another in a while so I messaged him. Allowing me to get on with my life from a distance and miss him was a big part of his control over me, he said it kept an air of romance around the relationship. The polarity of intensity in my experience with him was designed to turn me on and keep me loyal to him. Of course this was all consensual. From the day I was born I craved nothing more than to give my soul to someone who would undermine it's value and humiliate me for free.

A few months passed and although I knew it was over my hopes remained strong that one day he would resume (what I perceived to be) his life's purpose of degrading me. This long form emotional detachment over the years has removed me from the chronic PTSD caused by my childhood and has also instilled patience in me. Making me a better more self denying submissive. Master knows this brings me peace. By creating distance he has managed to cultivate his control and retain a sense of authority that a secret brat such as myself might prey upon.

Anyway I digress - months went by and he ignored me, posting on social media with other girls and acting like I didn't exist. Knowing that I meant nothing to him reenforced that core belief which is so important in the retention of submission. My mind had been toyed with so much that I will always remember that my worth is nonexistent without another person to tell me such. Seeing him parade sexier, smarter girls in front of me reminded me that I was lucky he even knew my name.

Whenever he did that I was reminded how worthless I was. At least it made him feel more powerful and reenforced my place in the world. Irrespective of how much it hurt. One of the things I admired about him was the lengths he was willing to go to hurt me and the darkness in his soul that he bore so bravely.

Everything about him provided me with the certainty of my inferiority. And I loved that. Almost as much as I loved him.

Although one day out of the blue he messaged me. It simply read, 'be ready tonight slut'. My nervous system experienced an effervescence of shock and emotion. It was almost uncontainable. I had to sit down. Tears invaded my eyes as I thought about how to respond. I came out of nowhere and I didn't consider that he would ever bother himself with me again. My heart soared from the attention.

I wanted to scream.

Retaining decorum I knit my brow and tentatively typed back 'it would be my pleasure. Do you have any requests?'. Breathing became difficult with the weight of anticipation.

'you know what I like' was the only response, followed by a time and place. So I got ready to meet him.

Upon my arrival I was shaking like a leaf, dressed in my most seductive clothing wearing make up that obscured every natural feature I had. Wanting him to desire me and fuck me where we stood. Obviously he wouldn't but that was the sensuality I wanted to invoke. Pleasing him was my main priority, he was my master and I had missed him.

So, I stepped off of the bus. There he was waiting in front of his car. Handsome as the first time we met. I wanted to fall to my knees and suck him, he noticed this and shook his head beckoning me forward with his index finger. I lovingly obliged strutting forward. He grabbed my waist looked me in my face and simply said 'whore', slapping my ass he opened the passenger door for me. I got in and he took me for a spin.

Never had I felt so secure in the company of a man.