Although I am completely bi-sexual, I have not had a lot of bi-sexual experience. In fact, it has only been in the last three years that I really began to explore the lesbian side of my sexuality, and only in the last year that I finally made it happen.
So, my Mistress, along with gaining whatever benefits there are to having a sub who is brand new to BDSM, also gets the benefits of having a sub who is somewhat virgin to lesbian sex.
All of this takes us to a text conversation I recently had with my Mistress while driving back to Arizona.
Fresh from several hot sessions with her, my mind was rolling over the various scenarios we have already played out in our three-month relationship.
“What’s the hottest thing you have done with me?” I asked her, via text.
“Well, edging you 10 times was pretty hot,” she text back. “What about you?”
“I’m not saying. LOL,” I replied.
If you have followed my Mistress’s blog, you will know that we have a pretty casual D/s relationship in which joking around is highly encouraged.
However, this time, my Mistress was not in a joking mood, and I failed to pick up on that vibe in our written communication.
After she attempted several times to get me to divulge my secret, and I cutely, (I thought) evaded giving it up to her, she cut the game short.
“So, you are refusing to tell me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Because if I tell you, you will never do it again.”
That last comment resulted in an explosion of texts on my cell phone, as my Mistress lashed out at me for not being open with her.
She immediately forbade me from speaking to her for a full 36 hours, torture for any sub, but especially a Mistress Lilyana sub, as communication - and daily entertainment - is always a continuum.
When we finally spoke again, after the 36 hour period, I explained to her that I had thought that I was actually complementing her with my comments, and meant no disrespect to her what-so-ever.
Because it was important to me to explain my feelings correctly, we decided that I would reveal my secret hottest moment to her and her readers by blog. So here it is ...
It wasn’t the smothering. No, when she shoved my face into her wet pussy, sadistically pulling my hair as she moaned in pleasure, that was not the hottest moment.
Although she would later tell me it was one of her favorite moments - in particular my whimpering and my occasional, desperate, gasps for air while I tried to remain focused on licking her correctly. That pleased her, she told me.
It wasn’t the edging. Yes, she edged me 10 times with a Hitachi before finally allowing my aching pussy intense release. It was an exceptional experience, and my hat is off to Japanese technology, but, it was not the hottest moment.
It was not the figging.
“It’s starting to burn Mistress,” I had told her, confused about what was happening within my ass, which she had just stuffed with an object that was unknown to me.
“What is the problem?” she coyly asked me, fully aware of what I had said, as she knew the effect the ginger root produced.
“It feels hot Mistress,” I whimpered, before she proceeded to whip my ass to a bruising I had not yet experienced in our play.
No. That was not it.
It was not the clothespins. Gagged and tied to a bench in my hotel room, she lifted me to the highest levels of sub space, and actually produced my tears as, one-by-one, she clipped a whole set of clothespins to my pussy, nipples and other tender spots, before ripping them all off at once. The pain was intense. That was not the moment.
But the tying and binding was something else.
I learned early on, well immediately, really, of my Mistress’s skills with rope.
Less than three hours after we met for the first time - and one hour after she took the liberty of planting a full mouth kiss on me in front of everyone at the Vegas lounge where we had our first date - my Mistress was tying my body spread-eagle to a bed in a stylish downtown hotel room.
As with any good Mistress, she was prepared to play.
I watched wide-eyed as she pulled out a pair of scissors from her bag, cut off my panties, and quickly fashioned them into a blindfold that she tied around my head.
I felt her strength as she held my hands down to where she wanted them, and began to kiss my mouth for a very long time. She pulled the panty blindfold down, gagging my mouth with it as she worked her way down my nude body. Then she consumed me.
The sensation was overload. I had only received oral sex from one other girl before, and my Mistress' velvet tongue showed no mercy as she dug into my flesh like the experienced bisexual woman she is.
The fact that the experience was combined with my first full body restraint experience is just magnificent luck, and I know it.
But still, as hot as my first night with Mistress was, it was still, not the hottest moment.
It was not the moment that I had treasured so much, that its secret status with me had ultimately resulted in a 36-hour suspension of our relationship.
No, that cherished moment came during our second visit together, after we had been communicating via text and telephone for about one month.
At that time, I was working to be removed from her “consideration” status, to the role of her full sub. I was still learning all that she expected of me, was busy memorizing her submissive positions, and was basically trying not to fuck up as I did that night when she arrived at my room.
“You are supposed to be kneeling at the door,” she said when I answered the door, nude, as she requested, but standing up.
Later that night, after some light play on her part, and service to her on mine, I lay on the bed waiting for her to return from the restroom.
When she returned she was in a negligee, a giant purple dick swinging in front of her crotch.
“You realize I am about to ruin you for cock,” she told me, just before I sat on the large phallus as she had ordered me to.
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, guiding the large rubbery dildo into my wet pussy.
I rode her cock hard, occasionally looking down at her and watching as the grinding movement of my hips and pussy began to work her into a frenzy.
Then, it happened.
Pushing me off of her, she ordered me to get on all fours and face the headboard of the bed.
“Put your hands by your ankles,” she instructed me.
I did as she said, and immediately felt the tightening of rope as she bound each of my hands to each ankle with rope cuffs, a special design all her own, leaving me with my head down on the bed, my ass in the air, utterly helpless and exposed to her.
I listened to her groan, losing herself in pleasure, shoving the cock deep into my pussy as her movements bared down on her clit. At that moment, I realized the sadistic nature of my new Mistress. She was fucking me, and I was an object.
In my bound position, I was completely her fuck toy. A hole for her to fuck, for as long as she wanted to, and an ass to beat if she so desired. And it turned me on, immensely.
Later, I thought of the experience over and over, getting wet every time I did so.
What was it? I wondered, about me, and about her. It wasn’t like I didn’t know she was kinky and sadistic. She is a Mistress, after all. Eventually, I figured it out.
She was truly dominant. I was truly submissive. She had taken me. And it was the hottest moment.