Except with three.

A terrible track record for someone who had more Dominants than those three. With those three I did not try to be submissive. I was submissive. It was rare, really rare. A feeling I longed for yet, was totally leery of since it was always sudden and total.

He scared me because I wanted him to be more. In my experience, I’ve never had my master and my boyfriend be the same person. It’s just that I’ve always been the “play with them and send them home” type. That’s not to say I didn’t love either man.

But, he was new. He was young like me. We could somehow view things differently. He didn’t just allow my brattiness. He found it endearing. He didn’t consider my pink hair and my piercings “out of place” or “kinky”. They were what made “me” me. He liked me as is.

He didn’t wish me to change to fit some idea of an idealized submissive. Under him I was able to embrace who I was to become a better girl. He did not make me feel shameful. He made me stronger. Even as I was bound, waiting in his chair. Alone. I felt strong.

Today was a very special day. Saidin had tied me in pretty pink ropes. My legs were the only things forced open. He had me spread open with a spreader bar.

“Be a good girl,” he had said pulling on his boots. “I’ll be right back.”

That could have been minutes, but it felt like hours ago. Ages. I pondered this.

Saidin had left a full length in front of me. My nipples were hard and my breast seemed bigger, looking at them bound. I’m a bit vain in knowing I can get wet just looking at myself. I suppose that’s why I did porn. Part of it anyways.

I watched my pussy moisten as my pussy lips got puffy. As a teenager, I thought my pussy was disgusting since my inner lips were slightly longer than my outer ones. Now, I longed to touch them. I loved them.

Saidin stood behind me. I was unaware of him until he was stroking my collarbone. His finger moved down slowly, stroking my skin. He reached my nipples and pinched them hard. I cried out, but my eyes were transfixed. I was watching us.

As he came around in front of me, I smiled. He just grinned and unzipped his pants. I wanted it in my mouth badly. I knew he wasn’t going to give me that satisfaction. Tonight he was going to fuck me. His cock was rigid and perfect. It made my pussy juices gush. I was getting his chair messy, but I don’t believe that Saidin cared about his chair at the moment.

He pulled my hips out so my back now rested in the puddle. He drove his cock into my terminally tight cunt. I moaned, arching my back sinking myself all the way to the base. His eyes were intense as he slammed into and out of me. I felt myself flush as I studied the features of his face.

I was going to orgasm looking at him. He made sure of it, smirking as he slammed into me, finally digging his nails into the flesh around my hips.

I gasped.

My hips pushed me off as I rolled them, my pussy answering, spitting out my slickness and his seed. I was panting I was a beautiful mess. Saidin freed my ankles, and I extended my legs cautiously. Slowly, as he freed me, I began to come back to my senses. “Damn,” I whispered.

“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling back at me.

“Want to watch Doctor Who?” I asked hopefully.

“After I give you a bath, you’re filthy.” he said, picking me up and carrying me to his bathtub .