Meeting my immortal beloved, my king, my master

I remember that the only wish I had for myself was to feel loved, wanted and protected. Knowing that this was a dream that would never come true. Making peace with the fact that I will never know what it feels like to be worshipped as a queen to my king. I gave up…. And as with all things in life, when you stop looking, that what you seek will find you… and my King found me. My immortal beloved, my owner, my master of my heart, mind and body found me and made me a queen. I ways knew that I was a submissive. In my daily life I have to lead, be a leader and never show weakness. He came to me in a time that I was so broken. I remember seeing him for the first time. Picking him up from the airport. Yes, we commute between two cities. I remember the first moment he touched me. I remember the first restaurant that we went to. Guiding me through the door with his hand in the small of my back, pulling out my chair, ordering for me. He knew my soul already. I wanted to be looked after and bundled up in cottonwool. I found my protector. But little did I know that this man would become my master of my sexuality. That he would own me in every aspect of my being and I willingly became his slave but also his queen. My initiation was not an easy quick road. It was considered and spoken about and explained extensively. He booked a weekend for us at a beautiful getaway spot. I had more than butterflies in my tummy. I was all over the place. What was coming for me?? He comforted me and explained the process again and again.  I had a drink, relaxed and we chatted away about things like ordinary couples do. My master called order and I was instructed to take bath and prepare myself and dress in the lingerie and shoes that he he had chosen for me. I remember lying in a warm bubble bath. Even the water could not hide the sleek wetness of my pussy of anticipation of what was to come for me. My nipples ached. I shaved, washed my hair and prepared myself as a offering on a altar so to speak. When I was done I took my position on the bed; on my knees, eyes down, palms up. As instructed. He spoke to me, told me again what would happen, told me the terms of my contract, what punishment would entail. That word… punishment.. to this day… makes my instantly dripping wet.  He told me to lift my head. He slipped a soft leather collar around my neck. He told me that for the rest of the weekend I had to wear it and only with special consent from him was I allowed to remove it. I was ordered to turn around and push my bum in the air. His hands softy caressing my ass. Softly speaking to me. Knowing that I will obey every command this man ever gives me in my life. He owned me already. He owned me from the moment we met. That first crack of that whip across my ass was a painful shock but…fuck… that electrical pulse that instantly hit my clit came as a massive surprise. With each mark that he made thereafter against my creamy skin made me want him more and more. His delight when he dipped a finger in my pussy and saw that I was

dripping for his love and approval made him almost growl with pleasure and acknowledgement. He slowly oiled ass with my juices and slipped a jewelled plug into place. The delight that I felt. Fuck. My ass burning from the whip, my pussy dripping, a jewelled plug increasing my desire to be fucked by my king. He added a leash to my collar and ordered me follow him on my knees to the couch. He sat down and I took my place, next to his feet, like a good little slave. He barked orders at me as to how to suck his cock and how he liked for his cock to be handled, how to be his slave. I obeyed every command, not out of fear but because I wanted to. I craved his praises for my efforts and my love. Once he was satisfied he took me back to the bed. He laid me down on my back, spread my legs and gave me what I so desperately needed. Release. His tongue and fingers on my aching pussy and clit. Cumming so hard, like I have never before. I was flipped on my tummy. The final terms of my contract was stated. I agreed to serve my master as he pleased. Feeling loved and cared for. Protected and fulfilled. He put a beautiful engraved silver bracelet around my arm. A symbol that bound me to him. My signature to our contract. He took me in his arms. Softly kissing me, loving me, assuring me of of intentions to love me, respect me and protect me. From that moment, feeling so incredibly loved,protected fulfilled and happy, he was now not only my master, but my king, my immortal beloved. I will obey his every wish and command. Forever. Because forever will I be loved, adored and fucked senseless. Forever yours my king.