I was with my ex for 3 years. I’ve always been naturally submissive and he encouraged this, tested me and pushed all of my limits. I loved him. He was bad for me but I adored him. I was in awe of him actually. With hindsight, it was a terrible relationship but at the time, I would have and did do anything for him.
One night, he was at work and I was alone in the flat pottering around. I got a text saying something like “I’ll be back in half an hour. I want you in position. In hall. Naked. Head down. Ass up. Blindfolded.”
I still remember the excitement and rushing around getting ready. Putting on some music. Tidying up quickly. Dimming lights. Trying to get a nice atmosphere. I remember shaking with the anticipation.
I stripped off and positioned myself on the floor on my hands and knees. I tied a bandana around my eyes, spread my thighs a little and thrust my ass towards the door. I was early but I dare not risk being out of position for his return. Seriously, at the time, I would rather have died than disappoint. I took such pride in proving my dedication to Him.