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2/11/2019 2:05 pm
Anxiety Oct 2019

Gone. Out of Town. Left only yesterday. Fitful night. All the anxieties arrive in the dark. Spot next to me cold, not warm as always. I know You will be back. Know it. You have left before. Business, family trips. Never felt anxious before. Certainly not this way: chills, bouncing leg.

I don’t know why I feel this way. We had no fight or struggle before you left. The other night, and again in the morning You were demanding of me, using my mouth and my pussy and my ass repeatedly for Your satisfaction. I was allowed to enjoy having You deep inside me, giving me warmth and encouragement that I would be satisfied waiting for your return.

Now, this morning, looking out the window, I don’t know. I look at the inside of my legs. The marks are mostly gone. You never leave them hard and deep. They are strong reminders of what you can do to me – what I allow You to do for me because I need You to strap me and sting me so that my back and legs turn to fire. I shiver knowing that I crave those Your strikes to take me again.

A message arrives. “Coming home early, late morning. I need to be inside you. Prepare yourself. Make sure your afternoon is open. I expect you naked and legs open on the couch at 11:15 AM. This time, don’t make yourself come before I arrive.”

Nervously, fearing the words You sent will disappear, my shaking fingers tap in: “As you Direct. Always.”


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