Highlights of the Last Month

The Artist had me collared, blind-folded, wrists cuffed behind my back, and bent over a table in his studio while he beat my ass with a crop. Strangely, the first time I've allowed myself to be blindfolded or have my hands restrained; I've just never trusted someone enough before. Terrifying and lovely. When he was done beating me and tossing me around, he propped me up on a chair and ate me out.

Many, many wonderful blowjobs with his fingers in my hair, his hands pushing my head down further and faster, his stomach muscles clenching against my cheek, his sexy voice calling me his filthy whore and telling me to choke on his dick. Telling me to lick his asshole while jerking him off, his balls flopping against my eyes and nose. God, I love that sound in his voice when I take him down my throat, and his glee when he told me to take him all in and then try to lick his balls and I was able to do it.

Telling him over drinks at a bar that getting fucked in the ass is more intimate than the cunt. That any idiot can fuck me in the cunt and do me no harm, but I need to trust and like a man to let him take my ass and know that he'll do it right. That night he fucked my ass for the first time, making me come and telling me (to my absolute delight) that he went easy on me and will "really go at it" next time.

The Artist asking me not to date other men and me agreeing. He's amused with how sexual I am, though, and wants me to have girlfriends. Not for a three-way, not for us, just for me. Bless his heart.