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Her Dom’s Journal Part 4


“Being inside this woman is like being in my own personal erotic heaven. She’s so responsive, so wet and warm. My taste buds will never get enough of her flavor. I could feast on her wetness forever.”

London clutched her thighs together tightly. Damn it, she missed her Dom. She closed his journal and lay back against her pillows. She smiled as she replayed in her mind all the events that happened during their first weekend together. She could remember it like it was yesterday…

The moon had already risen to its position in the sky by the time they arrived at his condo. The trip there had been a silent one. She was normally outspoken but around him she was quiet and shy.

Everything about him exuded confidence… Dominance. Even the swag in his walk made her long to strip him out of those expensive suits he wore and take advantage of him. But she was supposed to be the sub and that meant she had to behave demurely.

London did not have a demure bone in her body. How was she ever going to play the role of a submissive successfully? Even though Michael looked good enough to eat, she still wouldn’t let herself become his sub… well not permanently. She was only agreeing to a weekend with him because the rules at The Fetish Garden required her to do so – all because she’d chosen the wrong mask her first night at the members only Sex Club.

In her defense, she was only trying to make a fashion statement. She liked to look good and be fashionably late to all events. But being late to an invitation only party and choosing a mask that complimented her dress rather than her intentions had gotten her in more trouble than it was worth.

London followed closely behind him as they approached his condo. The beauty of his beach home took her breath away. He unlocked the front door and she stepped into every girl’s fairy tale dream house encased in glass. There were windows everywhere, most offering a gorgeous view of the ocean.

The floor was made of a light colored wood. The walls were white and so were most of the couches that decorated the living area. London did not wait for him to tell her to explore his home she did so of her own volition. She was a lover of all things beautiful and his home was the most beautiful thing she’d seen. London sat down on the white couch located in the center of the room.

The cushion felt soft against her skin. London pressed her back against the couch and leaned her head back to stare up at the ceiling. To her amazement she could see the stars. The ceiling in the living room was also made of glass. She sighed as she watched the heavens. The sound of his voice brought her back to reality.

“Don’t move,” he whispered from the other side of the room, his voice dark, deeper than before. London was in the process of sitting up when he uttered those words, heart picking up speed she sat back and continued to stare up at the night sky. She wanted to turn her head in his direction to see what he was doing but she was too nervous to do so.

“No matter what I do to you,” he said, his voice coming from directly in front of her. She had not heard him cross the room. “No matter how good it feels London, I want you to keep your back pressed against the couch and your eyes staring up at the stars. Do you understand?”

Too excited to speak, London nodded her head yes. He sounded serious. Part of her was scared, the other part of her was fascinated.

“I need to hear you say it London. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She was already growing wet and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“That’s yes sir, London.”

What the hell? Yes sir? Oh right, she was the sub – he was the Dom. Sort of like me Tarzan you Jane.

“Yes sir,” London said with a little more attitude than she intended.

Michael chuckled. “Don’t worry my dear,” he whispered. London could feel him kneeling in front of her. “Soon you will understand the ways of a sub and you will love it.”

Seconds later she felt his hands on her dress sliding it up her legs then her thighs. Michael spread her legs open and inhaled deeply. London wondered if he could see how wet she was through the sheer black fabric of her panties. Next she felt him tugging at her panties. London lifted her hips slightly and he proceeded to slide her panties down her legs.

Her hips jerked when she felt his warm breath at her center.

The next entry is available now: https://sirenallen.com/2013/04/09/week-5-of-her-doms-journal/.
XOXO Siren


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