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Once upon a time, well, last week in fact, we were talking, missing each other a bit because somehow we've had no private time.

He was out, I was home, we were texting.

And in the blink of an eye, it was sexting. It was fantastically sexual. It was awesome.

That morning... wow.

Sometimes things kindle between us so fast, it really is like a spark catching fire.

Who said what? Which led to what?

I think we had some texts back and forth, about him being out, me not able to go out to meet him. 

He asked what I was wearing and set me a little task. To play rough with my nipples for 4 minutes. I did, and turned on for him. He asked me for a picture of myself near the end, and (surprise) I was going to send him one anyway. 

His response? To comment on his subgirl's needy little face. Yes, I was needy by that point.

And then it went further. I wanted to give him more. The "more" that I need to give sometimes. The submission I need to offer. 

"I would like to give you anything Master. I feel very submissive and would like to please you specially"

We back and forthed. He asked if I would give all my sex to him. ALL.

I said yes. No caveat. No time limit.

A little scary but oh I wanted to give it. I felt so passionately. I still do. I loved offering it. I loved that he accepted. I feel sometimes that when I want to offer something like that, that things are going to fast, that I'm too in the moment, incoherent with desire and passion and that he doesn't hear me... or sometimes I can't even express it. This time I did express it, and he understood and accepted.

So what have I given? I've given him control over everything sexual about me. I can't touch or masturbate or cum without permission. And no, that isn't the way things normally are.

And yes, it's scary. I knew he wouldn't be able to use it much this past weekend.

And its scarier because I don't know if I've given it for a weekend or a week or forever.

Trust... right?

I love you Master. I'm glad I gave it. Thank you for accepting.

(gulp)