It was a cold, and windy afternoon. I looked at the sky, nervous. All day, all week, I'd been nervous with excited anticipation. Now I was nervous that the storm would ruin our plans. If I could even call them our plans. Sure, I was going to be there, and I absolutely was going to be involved. But I distracted myself from the anxiety by contemplating if I actually had any plans at all. When you plan a road trip, you don't say that you have plans with your car. No, you have plans for your car. The only insight that I was given was "pack an outfit for the weekend, you're going to be my object."

She was always very mindful of her words, and precise in her language. Something that I'd noticed about her immediately, solely on proximity alone, and found attractive about her before we ever even formally met. She was assertive in a subtle, firm, but kind sort of way, and was always very clear about her intentions. An outfit? Like, just singular. Huh. So I packed just one. Warm, but light , nice, but casual. Toeing the center line all the way, not knowing what I was in for. Since getting together, we had been experimenting with a Female Lead Relationship, and light BDSM play. It was going well. The part that I enjoyed most about our particular approach to FLR, was that instead of it being the typical "humiliation -punishment," type of dynamic that's often portrayed in media relative to the topic, we had a more "reward, and encouragement," structure.

We lived a couple hours driving time away, so we'd alternate weekends. One weekend at my place, the next at hers, etc. Fridays would be the pent up from the week, free for all fuckfest night of course, since we were too horny and couldn't be bothered with anything that required braincells. Weekends at her place would entail my waking up early(I'm an early riser, so I'd always be up first, have my me time for a bit, then I'd wake her up with breakfast already ready, or at least baking, and the obligatory wake up head(from me, to her of course.) Chat over breakfast/coffee/joint or two, and then I'd receive my list.

She'd recently bought her first house, and she learned early on that I was a decent handyman. She'd make a list of things that she needed help with, and she'd reward me with more fun ways to serve her later. Weekends at my place were for fun. I'd plan hikes, camping trips, and just things to get us out and active, and she'd reward me with tasks to serve her later.

This night though was different. I got that text from her as a reply when I texted that I'd arrived home safely the weekend before. The last weekend, I surprised her with a desk. She didn't like the desk that she had, and had always complained about it when she sat to work. She had it for years, and was just used to it. The annoyance was always forgotten soon after as she'd then immerse herself in work, or study. I spent two and a half months restoring a beautiful, but terribly worn, handmade oak number that was being sold for dirt cheap to make room for other items at a thrift shop. The finished product was one of my best ever. She loved it. Her socials went crazy when she started showing it off. Just as I was almost certain that she turned back to avoid the snowstorm, I saw her car pulling up. I opened the door to come out and greet her, and walk her in(A fun little, safe-for-public gesture of our dynamic was her not leaving the car when she arrived. Instead, I'd go out and open the door, take her hand, kiss it, and look at her until she kissed me, then walk her in and get her comfy before bringing her things in. As I opened the door, she motioned for me to stay put. Confused, but still a good boy, I stayed. She put a big, oversized duffle in the back of my jeep.

She approached me like she were sizing me up before a street fight. Looked me up and down slowly with a drawn out, provocative stare. She grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into her. And kissed me deeep, and hard. She did this not in a sensual, romantic way. She did this hard. Like, HARD though. She gripped onto my cock through my pants. She gripped onto my cock hard enough to make me almost fall over, having to grab the door frame to steady myself as she pulled her lips away. She was ever so slightly tightening her hands steady grip as my constricted member instinctively grew. She bit my earlobe hard enough to get another painful moan, and bodily contortion out of me, then whispered in a slow, seductively despotic tone of voice "do whatever shit you need to do here, and get the fuck in your car, and take me where I tell you to."

I try to pay attention as best that I can, because she deserves it of course, but because she rewards me the best that she can. I already got my place ready for the weekend, filled up the tank, and loaded up a cooler with drinks, and snacks, and had a thermos of her favorite coffee waiting on her seat. It was a long drive, and the roads were bad, but we made it to the cabin. I never asked if it belonged to someone she knew, or if she rented it out. I was just happy to be there. It was very small, but cozy. It was well stocked, and plenty of cordwood to keep the fireplace going all weekend long, so I quickly got a fire going after sitting her down on the plush couch and getting her shoes off, and feet off of the floor.

With the bags brought in, and after eating a surprisingly good meal that I prepared from whatever was on hand, we began to chat about anything that came up. I was in the middle of some mundane anecdote, when she abruptly stands tall, aggressively pushing her chair back with her foot. She'd clearly had enough of this small talk bullshit. She stood over me, as I stayed seated. She stared bullets through me. I don't think that she even noticed that I had eyes at all...she just stared right into my fucking SOUL. I didn't know what I was ready for, but holy fuck. I knew I was ready for a night I'd never forget. And this night was feeling already like a memory playing out in time itself. I leaned heavily into the moment, with every ounce of trust, confidence, and security with her. I allowed myself to melt into subspace like butter in a fucking structure fire.

I looked at her, with my head sunk slightly low, eyes directed up, coyly, but in a genuine, and deeply spoken silence, showing her my vulnerability, and pure submission to her. To speak into her eyes that I trusted with my body completely, and that I was hers. Her partner, her property.....her..... object.

She then forcefully and immediately shoved three fingers into my mouth Deep enough to cause me to gag and jerk and jerk my head in a gulping thrust jerking and struggling at the sudden constriction of air still struggling to show her how good her boy is squirming still I lunged closer to her taking her fingers obediently deeper still struggling to be her good boy as the frantic symptoms of acute breathlessness and abrupt loss of control caused me to neglect all sense of punctuation in this entire paragraph.

.....Air.....oh fuck....AIR! I could feel the commas, periods, and exclamation points returning to my story as the oxygen returned to my lungs. There was no way that I could even think to count, but my reward of breathing was limited to about four or five breaths only before her fingers were back in again. This time, since I showed her I was practiced, and very obedient, I was rewarded with a fourth finger, and this time she rewarded me by going as deep as she possibly could.

She pinched under my chin with her thumb, and without a word still, she pulled me up from my chair. She pointed to the big bag she brought. Without me attempting to remove her hand or fingers, we both squatted down so I could lift it. She led me like a horse by the bit to the bedroom and instructed me to place her bag on the pillows. She led me to the foot of the bed, and stood me with my back turned to it, facing her. She removed her fingers, except for only her middle finger. With it, she slowly lowered my jaw until it was fully agape. She sbegan to lick, and slurp with her mouth closed. She then spit a giant wad of her delicious saliva straight into my open mouth, removed her last finger, and said "Savor my spit, bitch." I closed my mouth, and rolled it around inside, intermixing it with my own. I couldn't help but close my eyes, and moan. She knows how much I love it when she rewards me her sweet, sloppy spit.

She told me to swallow, and made me open my mouth to show her that I swallowed it all. She pushed me down onto the bed hard. She grabbed me by the head, holding my shoulders down with her knees, while tightly squeezing with both hands as she kissed me. She pulled away, and slammed the back of my head into the bed. Without loosening her grip by any amount at all she asks "You're such a good boy for me, and I love giving you good boy rewards. But you were a great boy this time, so tonight you get rewarded like a fucking slut. Do you understand? Do you want this?" We work so well together. I almost had time to moan, "mmmmm , yes Mistress," but she knows me so well. She knew that I did, so she took the initiative to violently shake my head up and down in agreement as soon as she asked. She's so nice to me :)

She siddled up my body, positioning her pussy over my face. When we first got together, I would immediately start licking her delicious flower. I'm such a slut when it comes to eating pussy. I don't know what it is, it just does it for me! These days though, she's taught me to be patient, and wait for her instruction. As I should have known to do already, of course. Sometimes she likes to reward me by just letting me admire it up close, while pinned snuggly underneath her. Other times, she likes to just hold it against my nose, and mouth. It makes me feel so sexy when she makes me squirm for air. (I trust her so much, that I really hope that someday she keeps holding on, and let's me pass out for her!) She looked down to me, and gently, this time, lovingly, and softly rubbed her hands on my head, and gave me a soft, little kiss on my forehead. We made eye contact again. No, She made eye contact with (m)e. It was deep. So fucking deep. She brushed my face, back to my hair one last time, and said "Well? Get to work now."

I immediately did as I was instructed to do. Licking every inch of her delicious pussy. I could hear her bag unzip. I eagerly licked at her as she bounced up and down, pressed her clit into me, rode my entire face, fucked my outstretched tongue and gripped it tightly as I worked it inside of her further, and deeper as she worked her hips. She was all done unpacking the bag, as I continued to work her with my mouth, when her moans turned into pants, and her pants turned into screams. "OH FUUUUUUUCK!!!!," she screamed, as a hot, almost endless stream of squirt sprays all over me. I shove my tongue in even deeper, as I put my face as close as I possibly can to catch as much as I possibly can in my waiting mouth.

Everything was absolutely soaked. Me, the bed, my mouth , the pillows, my throat, and even.... her bag.... and all.....of the.... things inside of it....

She laid them all down neatly. Some lengths of rope. Each role about the same amount , but each one a different color. I don't remember what color they were, but she said she asked the pervert that's reading this right now, and they told her what colors to pick. For as sick, and filthy as that person is, they happen to have wonderful taste. The ropes matched the colors of the dildos that she had laid out as well. There was a various assortment of toys there too.

She then dismounted my face, and told me to get up, and look at the fucking mess that I had caused. "JUST FUCKING LOOK AT IT!" She screamed, pointing to the massive puddle that soaked the bedding underneath us. She than told me to do my best to try to touch myself, while she decortes my body in lingerie, makeup, and of course the ropes the reader picked out for us. She took one long, slow lick up the side of my face, and spit it back onto me. I wanted to rub it with my hand, and taste it so bad, but she told me to leave it there. I looked pretty with it. I agreed. Of course. I felt pretty wearing it for her. And I felt pretty because she took the time to compliment her artwork, with me as her canvas. She shoved my head into the puddle that was my fault, and with my gratitude muffled by the wet bedsheets, I thanked her for her warm, wet generosity. I knew instinctively to raise my ass in the air for her, and present myself while I sucked her juices out of the fabric of the bedding, as she readied herself. I could feel the cold, but not unpleasant sensation of a well lubed object working it's way over my eager hole. I couldn't tell if it was big, or small, or long, or short, or what to expect. I just knew that tonight was the night she was going to be the first woman to take my ass.

She ABSOLUTELY knew that I was a total bi fucker. I mean, we only ever met because I thought that the captions that she made, and shared on bi pages on Reddit were speaking almost directly to my own, personal sexuality that hasn't had the opportunity to fully be free...yet. I don't know how to make those, but I noticed that she put a great amount of detail into them. I'd written a story about a bi experience that I had some years ago, and I wanted to make something for her, and since I was getting back into making written projects again, I thought that I'd expand on an idea that one of her posts had given me. The one with the dark silhouette of a woman's figure standing in a field. I enjoyed the picture. It reminded me of peaceful, happy places, but what it said above the innocent looking picture, wasn't innocent at all. If she reads this, she'll know what it said, but I'll leave that an inside joke, between us. My doubting side argued that she might not like it, but then again that's totally fine if she doesn't. My artistic side argued that she might enjoy something that someone made for her, and without knowing her at all, something based on something she made might be a fun way to try and impress her! At least we both enjoyed watching hot guys sucking each other's cocks, so hey, that's a start. That's something in common anyway.

And here we were. It was finally the future, and she was finally massaging my rim with end of a silicone fuck toy. Getting ready to claim me officially as herOH FUCK!!!! It's in....holy....mmmmm......fu.......mmmmm...... fuuuuuuuck it was small, but a solid, girthy small. Wide, but short. It was stretching my rim out, as she pumped it up and down. Not really in and out, as it was the shortest one in the array that she'd thoughtfully prepared.

Nnnnnnngggghhhhhhhh!!!! Uuuuuggggghuhhh it came out fast, but just as it did, another one went in before I could even think. This one was a little bit longer. It felt good. It wasn't quite as wide as the first, but it's maybe 6 inch length felt great as I could feel her moving it in, and out, nice and slow, turning it in time with her thrusting. As she began to increase the pace, she made it vibrate inside of me. I could feel it's every pulse sending shockwaves reverberating throughout my entire body. She asked me who my first gay crush was. I told her a friend named Jonathan. She told me that's what we'll call this dildo. She asked me if I still thought about Jonathan. I told her that sometimes I do. When I think back to my early gay thoughts. She told me to beg Jonathan to cum in my asshole, to fucking scream that I want him to cum in my asshole. I'm such a good boy for my Queen. She fucked me with it in short, sharp bursts, and hit the end of it with her hand to simulate Jonathan cumming in my tight little ass. As she was slowing down the pace, she asked me who my second gay crush was. I told her that his name was Cameron.

My face still buried in her cum puddle, she says, "Well.... it's so funny that you should say that, because ...I just so happened to meet this lovely gentleman outside named Cameron, and he told me that he knew you."

I felt the next one entering me slowly. Taking"his," time to let me feel him, and get used to being that filled up. I was biting the bedding at this point. She was taking care to make sure that I was well lubed between visitors, but she could tell by my moans, throbbing cock, and steady flow of precum that I loved it when she'd just spit right on my asshole. It felt so good dripping down my shaved balls, over the big vein that travels lengthwise down the center of my cock, and finally mixing with my own ass fucked, slut juices to drip off the end of my tip, and be absorbed by the bedding that's already still saturated with her precious cum.

This time I feel a bigger one. Oh. My. Fuck. This is the biggest one of them all. She grabs my head to look at it. It's her cock. This is the one that she chose to not name. Because it's her. She looks me right in the eye....and asks me "I think that you know what we're going to name this one. Don't you?" I coyly reply "y-yes Mistress....." "Hmmmm.....do you?" She questions mockingly. "Okay then....so tell me.... what's MY name?" My voice slightly shaking with anticipation, I rest the side of my head against the wet comforter, spread myself open with both hands, close my eyes in trusting ecstacy, and gently reply "It's you, my Queen. It's miss E.B.