O... M... F... G...
This was by far the most intense days of my life. All my body is sore, full of bruises. But I have never felt this good.
I was physically and mentally exhausting. I did things I never thought I would, things that goes against everything I was taught about being a modern woman.
But everything I felt; shame, humiliation, belittlement, mental and physical pain, all added to the experience and pleasure like I have never felt, and honestly I never thought I would.
As adrenaline wears off, I am starting to feel the fatigue and pain. I will go sleep 24 hours straight. Hoping to write about this experience when I gather my brain again
This is going to be a very special weekend. Nothing for a long time made my legs tremble with excitement and anticipation.
This weekend I am going to have my first slavery experience. Even though I am the submissive partner when I am with a Black man, this is the first time I am going to give up control entirely. Even typing these now makes me so wet.
My "Master" is a guy I have hooked up a few times before. He was always bit rough, and a bit of a bully. So no surprise that he only grinned when I offered it.
We will go to a secluded house just outside of a city few hours south of Stockholm. I wanted to go to another city so we can have some fun outside too.
For 36 hours, from 10am tomorrow to 10pm on Sunday, I will live in his control. What to wear, what to eat, what to do, when to sit, when to eat, and more.
He made me pack a big luggage and said he'll take care of other apparel and "tools"
He may make me act like dog all day or he may use me as a footstool for entire 36 hours. I have no idea but all I know is that I cannot object to anything (we have agreed some ground rules and limit of course)
Maybe I will write everything happened later. In the meantime, wish me luck and send me your best wishes.
Today, it has been exactly 3 months since I moved to my own place. It was the craziest and most amazing 3 months of my life.
I can finally live like I desire, and live like I desire I do.
I stopped and counted; In last 3 months I only slept 12 nights alone in my bed. Every single night the I spent with a Black guy was a pleasure I haven't experienced before. Sleeping while wrapped in his strong arms while feeling his cock behind me is the safest and most peaceful I have ever felt.
I don't know if it's just a phase that I enjoy my newly gained freedom or is it my life now.
