Bdsm: For Valentine's Day, my dom has me on a leash.

After a long night of texting my Dom about everything in BDSM I'd love to investigate and I woke up early on Sunday to receive a message from my sister.

"You'd better be in church this morning or mom will be angry," she wrote.

Even though I was 21 my parents constantly looked over me, wanting to make sure their daughter was a responsible God-fearing, church-going, godly girl.

Every week, I drove 30 minutes to go to the church service with them. As I was getting ready to go I wanted to take a break from church and spend the whole day with my husband.

We had a conversation a while back. He used to message me throughout the day when I was at the library or at work.

He'd say things like "I would like to see you get dressed. Send me a video as soon as possible".

"Yes, Sir," I'd respond. Then, I'd get myself from whatever it was I was in the middle of and do exactly what he instructed me to do.

I was thinking about BDSM at the church

I couldn't help thinking about Him but I was aware that I'd be late to the church service if I did not get out quickly. I pulled my keys out to go out the door , but stopped just before I left.

I unlocked my phone , and took a deep breath before sending the message.

"Please do I get to meet you in the near future?" I wrote.

Then, I ran out of the room with my phone, but I left it behind.

I was sitting in the church, and was thinking about the cock of His. I was tempted to get it in me even as I was tied to.

My face was burning, I wondered whether anyone could pinpoint where my mind was.

I could not remove His hands from my thoughts. I loved the way they held me and took me wherever they wanted to.

When the ceremony finished, I was off to my back home.

I couldn't breathe for a moment when I opened my front door. I pulled out my smartphone to determine what his response was. It was just two words.

"Valentine's Day"

My heart started racing. Valentine's Day was just five days away. I was over the moon with excitement.

For the entire week, I was focused on him. I was looking up new BDSM things I wanted to test with Him.

We texted frequently. We would discuss everything we'd do and I re-read it again in my head and repeatedly.

Valentine's Day finally rolls around

The night of Valentine's Day arrived.

I drove to His home and I knocked on the door.

He was the first to open the door, and he handed me a bouquet of roses before taking my hand and leading me to the inside.

"I'm very happy to be there," He said and was seated on the brown leather sofa in the living room. I sat beside Him.

"Me also," I responded.

He took my hand, and slowly began drawing patterns on my palm.

"I'm not allowed to be doing the same thing." I interrupted, envisioning my parents' inability to be happy with a relationship such as this.

I was seated closer towards Him and my breath became less deep and I tried to conceal the speed at which my heart was racing.

"You're right. It's not right," He whispered as his hands moved towards my shirt.

His fingers were slipping off the buttons.

He turned, placing his hands around my waist before pulling me to His lap.

"Is this what you're looking for?" He whispered in my ear, while grasping my wrist at one hand and then rubbing the other one in between my legs.

I could feel his tongue resting in my ear. I moved my legs to lie on him.

"I need you to fuck me," I said.

His eyes were sparkling.

"Not but." He replied. "I have something I can offer you."

I was able to watch Him move towards the couch and grab two items. My heart sank when I realised the two items were the Black leather BDSM collar, and an appropriate leash.

He sat quietly, put the collar on my neck, and then attached the leash. Then I felt as if I was totally his.

It was like I felt myself becoming immersed in water, and I was considering the things I enjoyed doing what He had told me to do.

Utilising my brand recent BDSM collar, leash and collar

He dragged me to his feet using the leash, and then took me to the other side of the room.

"Take off your entire wardrobe," he ordered.

I didn't hesitate to do as he asked.

He pulled me into a position in which he bent me on an oak table. He firmly pressed my head against the furniture, and I felt the cold polish of his wood pushing against my cheek.

He slid my hands back behind me then tied them to an elastic rope.

I felt His hand hit my back. I didn't get time to notice the surprise until I felt it again.

"Open your legs a bit more," He said, all the time resting me against the table.

Each stroke of His hands delighted me.

I followed His words. I stretched my legs out and waited for what was to come. His hands began to rub across my legs.

His fingers were inside my rapidly moving between and out, inside and out.

Then he changed hands, moving his hand that was in my lap against the table, rubbing against my body.

His other hand swung to the side my mouth and I could feel Him put His fingers into my mouth. His fingers remained in place while His other hand gently rubbed and repeatedly slapped the spanks and rubbed me repeatedly.

Finally I can sense Him in me.

The spanking ended. I felt Him turn me around. I was sitting at the table right in front of Him.

As I held my legs apart He kissed my ear's insides. At once I was able to feel His massive body cock in between my legs. I was able to feel Him get further and further.

He was pushing between his fingers, rubbing my ears as well as licking my neck Moving His hands over my body. I was gasping and moaning.

I began to feel the climax rising within my body. I grew close as God continued to push into me.

Then, he took my nipples and bent to the fullest extent. The sensation made me go up to the top. My body began shaking.

It was like I was in a state of bliss. I held onto Him as my body pounded with euphoria.

He sat me down and whispered to me "Happy Valentine's Day, baby."