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The rimming of a Master of Sadism I am 47 . I first entered my training in 1996 and ascended Master of Sadism in 1998. I am a Germanic De Sadian. And up until this past weekend there was one lone piece of my body no one ever touched in , in den, or in Dungeon: my rectum. Prior my entry into Sadism I did fuck around a lot; I had affairs while in high school with teachers, a few of my mom's friends, cheerleaders, etc. College just took it to another level as I matriculated in academia I mirrored that in . It was in college I began swing. I would partner up with a female and just rock out and fuck up as much as I could my way. But I always had that one hard limit: no ass with . be sure, I did fool around with men, but nothing even close penetration and I was still in charge no matter who I was playing with. Unfortunately men; due cocaine and other libations, made attempts reach around and ride. The risks of swinging and the Orgy Proper: Both were corrected. I had no choice. A hard limit is a hard limit. Also, in Jacksonville, FL there was a Dominatrix who always wore a strap on. At one particular party, the reason for her action was never known , she took it upon herself to "pop my cherry" backside. She had to be corrected. I tore off her strap on and thrust it down her throat until she vomited. I had no choice. No means No in , in den, in Dungeon. The Session I had started thinking about the session itself as far back as November 2020. Whether Covid 19 played a role I will truly never know, but the idea began gain momentum and wouldn't go away. The idea of being rimmed lingered in my mind everyday. Although Spanksgiving had been canceled; a great event just over the border of Missouri in Illinois, I had kept in contact with many players in the Lou. One in particular stayed in my box: I will call her Ginger as that is her stage name. Ginger and I first met a long time ago. We worked for the same agency; obviously in fetish pervish . But now Ginger is a rigger and has a gorgeous twenty something rope bunny as her toy to practice her shibari and other techniques. I first approached Ginger about the session at New . She said she was interested, but admitted several times that she was both surprised and pleased by my request. She thought she knew me completely. We both shrugged as if we could still be innocent. I then had approach R.M. ask for permission on her behalf. R.M. is her Top as well as her outworld husband. I have known R.M. for many and is a quality human as well as tremendous and gifted Dom. But this was not a social call, but a professional one, so there was no informal banter; rules of the Dungeon must be obeyed at all times. I made my request and explained the session. He said yes. Now, I didn't expect do so, but I did procrastinate in regards having the session. More parties and munches came and went as did Valentine's Day; and yet there was no session. I hadn't seen Ginger since our discussions about the session, but one morning I got an email. She kept it short as she knows I hate emails. "Is the Date on or what?" is all it read. Perhaps more than haiku, but it might as well have been War and Peace in Duplicate. I don't think I've ever sat and read an email as many times in my life. I kept repeating silently under breath; then would look toward the sky and say it out loud. Did I really want the session? Why now? In my age, was I becoming a bit prudish? Am I being honest with myself? It couldn't be a mid life crisis as they are cliché and too decorative for my person. "Be sure...be sure!" I whispered After a few days I called her bac "Yeah, how about February 27th?" She paused as she checked the calendar on her phone. The very next moment her voice shook the pillars of my body fortress; "Yes, 8pm. My studio." Then she hung up. Business as usual for those on the hoo And now I was the . A Master would now bottom; if only for a moment-an evening. The hard limit had been lifted and there was no one who needed to be corrected. I removed it myself of my own free will. Would the reality engage my fantasy or would it disappoint? Surpass? |
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