I began my training this weekend. This journal is meant to serve as a
chronicle of my lessons.
We had spoken of my submission before, but none too seriously. On those
wine-soaked nights the mere suggestion of Her dominance over me was enough
to banish any alcoholic languor from my loins. She owned me in many ways
already, and knew it. Upon inflaming me with Her hissing whispers of
command, She would lever herself up onto me and thrust Her sex in my face.
I lapped at it greedily, thrilled by Her offering. It was never long
before Her come spurted into my mouth and onto my neck. I longed to drink
all of it, to swallow all of what She had given me. These dalliances
aside, we had gone no further, until now.
Perhaps though sheer repetition of my desires, She eventually acqiuesced
and agreed to take me into Her service. Her summons came in the form of an
email, instructing me of my duties for our inaugural session. Allow me to
excerpt it here, as it titillated me in the extreme, only hardening my
resolve to serve fervently and without complaint. Among Her instructions: