that I am owned.
While the statement seems out of place because my website is filled with stories that make it obvious I am a submissive with two Masters. But my audience sees only snapshots of my life.
Why January more so than any other month? Masters reinstated orgasm denial as a way to begin the New Year. Last January, I was only with Master Tyrone and he called it off, and though I wasn’t in the right mindset at the time, to me, it was a strike against him wanting to be with me.
So when they both decided this year they’d reset the proper balance in our relationship by beginning 2025 off with orgasm denial, I wasn’t happy. We have had more down moments the last half of 2024 than we did up. Both Masters were busy, one dealt with physical problems, the other was preoccupied with work.
Neither had much time for me, and the last three months of 2024, I had less than ten orgasms. I didn’t get to see either one of them and our phone conversations were negligible.
I understood some things are out of all our control. They had to take time away from me. That still didn’t make it less difficult. But I was quite obedient and not at all bratty. Their needs and welfare are my utmost priority. However, I felt the loss.
I voiced my concerns about them making January 2025 orgasm denial month. I noted being left alone, and feared this month they have one less reason to communicate with me, so I fully expect to not see or talk to them any more than I have since July.
So I was surprised to hear from Master Tyrone Sunday. I was more surprised when he told me to take off my clothes, had me lie on the bed, and from his commands, masturbate.
Mindfucks can be downright dirty. That isn’t a complaint. I relished each command, each time he called me his bitch, letting go of all thoughts, sinking into his will.
“Push a finger into that pink pussy. Add another. Rub your thumb back and forth over your clithood piercing.” I’ve never welcomed me using my body as I did this past weekend. Both Masters are well-endowed and I love the way they stretch me wide, going deeper than I can with my own hand.
I fell into subspace fast. I felt, no thoughts. Just the sound of his voice. Using me, calling me his bitch and baby. Telling me there was no shame in being owned. He reinforced what I’d been missing.
I hit the edge of my orgasm fast. I didn’t beg for him to let me come. That would have ended being used by him all too soon. No. I kept the rhythm, steady, slow, then fast and hard, just as he instructed. This past weekend an orgasm wasn’t Master Tyrone’s goal, and for once neither was it mine.
It was time spent with one of the men who owns me. Something I have missed for the last six months.
I’m certain neither Master will edge me constantly throughout January. And I’m almost positive I’ll be left alone again since what they faced in their personal lives are still the same.
But this past weekend made me feel truly owned for the first time in half a year.
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