Greetings from Sir

Several nights ago I found myself very luckily in the possession something so very beautiful. I have my very own little slut. Megan. She isn't what I expected in a submissive, especially with how we met, or how things started. For a while, I was Her's. I worshipped Her. She dominated me. Degraded me. Allowed me to worship Her ass and Her feet whenever I wanted. Teased the fuck out of me and made me  beg to be denied. And then one day, we switched roles just kind of for fun. With her at My feet, it just feels right I guess.  I love the look she gives me as I stroke her cheek while she's kneeling between My legs like a good pet, on her knees, waiting for my command. She's such an eager little slut too, I love it.

Now, if you've read her post before this one, you already know about our little, distance problem but that doesn't seem to matter. We're making it work for us and that's what matters. Everything we do is safe, sane, and consensual.  We had a chat after she tattooed her slave number on her body about what I expect of her, and of this. Not only that, but we talked about what she expects of Me. It's nice to see that we were both on pretty much the same page. We expect the same things.

In a way, I think this is good for us. I'm usually the one not in control, and now I am. And Megan, well, I believe she's happy being my little whore. (She does love when I call her that). The road we're travelling together is a long one, full of ups and downs. It's a road that never really ends and a road that we will always be learning something on, but at least we aren't travelling alone.

If I could say one thing to her, it would be this. My sweet Megan, the gift you have given me is something I shall treasure and value the rest of my life. It is something that I will protect, nurture, and nourish. I will guide you with a gentle hand, and discipline you with a strict one when needed. You are my little whore. My sweet angel. My slut. And so much more. Thank you for the gift of your submission.

-Sir