Bratty Slut's Personal Corner

Something touched my cheeks softly. Caressing with a soft gentle voice saying, "Baby. It's time to get up." I stirred. Groaning. I don't wanna wake up. I'm exhausted. And so, I turned the opposite way. Again, the gentle touch. This time on my neck, slowly caressing down my nipples. Gently flicking it before a warm, slimy touch of the tongue loop around it. This time I moaned softly and edged slightly closer towards the person waking me up. But I could barely open my eyes. I wanted to sleep more. I wanted to just enjoy that touch.

Darkness - Am I being blindfolded? For it feels there's something over my head. Dead silence - There's something in my ears. I can't hear. Locked - I can't budged. I can't move. Well, not more than an inch on my hands or my legs - completely bare and starfish on the bed! Speechless - I can't speak. Something slightly bouncy but big is in my mouth. Am I gagged? I tried to move - my hands, my legs, my head - hoping to remove the blindfolds or the ear plugs or the bindings but to no avail. And so, I tried to scream but I feel I'm only listening internally to the sounds I'm trying to make. This went on for 5 minutes as I slowly digested where I was.

"We live in our perception of people's perception of  us" - Jay Shetty I might have gotten the words of this quote wrongly but the concept is still the same.  99% of the time... I live in this world of perception.  Be it if I'm aware of this fact or not.

I arrived. After hours on the plane, I finally arrived. My first time alone traveling to see the love of my life - the man that changed my views on BDSM, relationships and my self-worth. From a distance, I saw his beaming smile and his open arms. He didn't look that tall as everyone around him was about the same height but it does feel like I stepped into the land of giants as I felt like a midget in the eyes of hundreds of people in the airport. My knees shook as the reality of things started coming into my head. Just a couple of weeks ago, he had a huge row with his wife because he had to break the news about my existence. They haven't been talking much apart from arguing over the smallest things possible since then. I felt as if I was the reason for their broken marriage and questioned my decision constantly if I should even take this trip. However, his smile in front of me melted everything away and I fell on my knees, shaking in tears as I realized this is no longer a