There is a myth in the BDSM community that you need to be strong to be a submissive, that you may need even more strength than a dominant person has.
Mommy has also started writing about our experiences, and she showed me her thoughts on our first date, which were fascinating to read, to see the things she noticed, her thoughts on what was happening. I now understand better why she likes reading my blog. She also showed me a few of her writings on other topics, including her desire to own more slaves than just me.
Last week, Mommy had a date with her new friend, B. She once again sent me screen-shots of their texting exchange, in which they both seemed very eager to get together. They met up and rode on his bike for a while, and went to a bar for a drink. At each step of the way, Mommy texted me to let me know where she was and what she was doing. I asked her if she was excited, and she said "yes of course." And I admitted that I was too. I may have been even more excited than her! How I wished I could stroke my aching cock while I read those messages at work.
Last night, Mommy and I had a very nice date, another perfect evening. She texted me earlier in the day saying that she wanted to take me out to dinner and asked me to choose a place to go. I chose a place that we had both talked about going to in the past, a very nice, new, restaurant with great drinks, great food and great atmosphere. It would be new to her, and I knew she would love it.
I always imagined what the effects of tease and denial might be, but nothing could prepare me for the reality of it, the sheer power of it. And I wasn’t prepared for how quickly the effects would take hold. I thought I could go for a few months at least before the lack of release would start to torture me, but it has only taken a few weeks. What will I be like in a few months, a few years even? What will my thoughts be like, and what will I be willing to do under Mommy’s control?
I am so horny now, it sometimes seems like its more than I can take.
I had a wonderful weekend with Mommy, although it was very busy. She met my family for the first time when we went out to dinner at a nice restaurant at a local casino. The next day we took a road trip to my hometown, and I showed her around. As we drove through the countryside, she pointed out properties and homes that had features she liked. The one thing she kept referring to was how we should live somewhere where I could be kept naked all the time, even outside.
In an email exchange a few days ago, Mommy said:
Last night Mommy and I said "I love you" to each other for the first time. I think both of us have been wanting to say it, but afraid to say it, for some time now. She was the one who had to take the first step, and then I followed.
Last night, another opportunity to meet a man for Mommy fell through. Mommy was teasing me all day, sending me screenshots of her sexy conversation with this man. Later, she gave me her phone and let me read the entire exchange. If my cock weren’t locked away, I would have masturbated several times yesterday to the images she sent.