I Give Up

Her scent filled me but there was another smell as well. At the back of the thin strap I felt the presence of a lubricant. She had a plug too, covered with her preferred Pjur silicone lube. I knew the feeling of this lube as I had used the same product from her last package to help get the cock-shaped toy into my bottom just this evening. I switched off the vibrator and brought it to my nose. I smiled as I licked slowly. I wondered when we would do this again.

The previous Instructions were no longer on my brain as I sought to see what she had left for me. I was bothered by the multiple photos she had taken and her subtle statement 'for another', and the second soft car-door closing.

My world was still within my control, as she had been clear from the beginning. Each week for over the past seven months I had made personal decisions that led me to this evening's meeting. This visit did less than I had hoped to explain my reasons and hers as well. Her statement 'another' was causing me anxiety. There must have been someone with her watching us tonight; those soft words she spoke as the car door was opened and then the muted second door closing. This was the first time I had dressed, well I was wearing lingerie, and ventured out beyond my small apartment, and I had no doubt that she would share the pictures she made of this evenings rendezvous but with whom?

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Instruction #1

'It shall be clear and you will follow this explicitly, or you will not'

A few moments later a second message arrived,

'You look cute for a young dresser, even feminine, but I will require more from you if we are to be together, so get rid of the body hair and let your dirty blonde hair continue to grow, only when it is well past your shoulders will I respond to your text or images'

I had been checking out an Alternative Sex site for several months when I had decided to post my stumbling, badly written note. I had vacillated for a week considering the consequences of posting the two pictures on the site.