Needless to say it had the desired effect on me that I'm sure he was going for.
I don't remember much before he used the leather hogtie to secure me to a chair, but I'm sure Master's deft fingers teased the hell out of me. Just locking me into place on the chair had a serious effect. I could feel my entire body wake up - every little touch, breeze, thought, it was all on edge.
And then came the wand. Its haitus broken from Friday night. My welcome and now my farewell, Master drove me to the edge, blurring my mind, making my body yearn for the unavoidable orgasm that powerful vibrator commanded. When he stopped I nearly cried. I'm pretty sure I whimpered. I look forward to the day when I get to cum to that powerful vibrator, begging for it to stop as opposed to begging for release.
The video still played as he attended me, it was 3 hours long and I think I spent 2 secured to the chair. Squirming, wet, distracted by the scene playing out before me, distracted from that by Master's attention. Struggling to watch the video and not lose myself so much to the sensation that I couldn't obey.
He painted dirty words on my flesh with chocolate, rewarded me with his cock down my throat, made me twitch and jump and shiver with suppressed nervous laughter as he dripped wax on my exposed body. The ache in my limbs was delicious, enough to remind me I was held fast, and light enough to not really hurt at all. The feel of the flog and wax distracted me, the building orgasms flooded over it. Cold water from icecubes sent my world in a different direction, everything came together to make the eventual orgasm(s) melt in such a way I'm not sure when the sensations ended and the orgasms began. But Master's words, his command, my body reacts to happily, and I want it no other way.
It's hard to describe a wonderful experience to someone who has never felt it. How do you relate the colors of the rainbow to a blind person? How do you describe the elation and trust and euphoria to someone jaded? I spent my entire life clumsy, feeling awkward and ugly as though everything I touched turned to filth and crumbled.
This lifestyle, that man, my world now is whole and beautiful and at peace. I don't remember when but I know at one point during my stay I just started crying. I wasn't sad, I was happy and a little afraid. I was so relieved to feel so wonderful that I didn't know how to handle it. I'd never been so at peace before, so happy, and my tears were relief - relief and fear that I would do something to destroy it all. That some flaw would bubble to the surface that wouldn't be forgiven.
And even if something like that does happen it's going to be okay. These moments, that weekend, if that's all I'm allowed to have I can accept that. To know what was missing in my life all these years, even if its fleeting, is incredible. I have faith though - this isn't fleeting, it isn't something that was only going to happen once - this is my life now and I embrace it with all the joy and happiness I have <3
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