Words....words cannot explain how i feel about you. im a....person, of words and over the past three weeks you have routinely left me stunned, bereft of competent thought. The moment you chained me down to the bed last night, I knew that I was probably going to cum, because you fucking RIDE man. But i wasn't going to just give in, no, i knew that i had weeks yet to go. And i thought i held up pretty well for awhile. every time i got close, i was able to alert you and get you to stop moving just enough to avoid disaster....but then...you bit my nipple, and made me jump and i was bucking into you and i was barely able to withhold...for a solid two minutes, any sexual thought would have tipped me over. And then... i saw the look in your eye. You placed your hand over my mouth (to keep me from begging to stop), you placed your other hand i believe on my inner thigh (NAILSSSSSSS mannnnn), and your center of gravity went down, crushing me into the bed. And....

oh my god....

In the past three weeks you've tied my hands so that i am powerless to stop you. Together, crossed, up away from me...however you've needed to, to make sure i was at a disadvantage. Last night...my hands were free, which i thought was odd. Yet my neck was chained painfully to the headboard and my legs lashed tight to the foot. There was nothing i could do. Nothing, with all my strength, could be done, as you mercelously rode me until you overcame me.

Understand, I wanted to cum, but i also didn't. Three weeks of work, three weeks of dedication. Three weeks of torture, pain, humiliation...but mostly three weeks of asking myself...can i make it. can i do it. how far can i really go? Can i be all of this, what you want? So i really, really tried to not have an orgasm. When i initially spasmed into you, i was actually quite angry. It felt....unbelievable. Truly, and that might have been my longest orgasm i;ve ever had. But i was initially upset, because you xxxxxx it (which i cant control), and then you'd blame me for it (which is your right). And then, as it just kept going, and you kept riding...i began to laugh. Look...i'm never one to fits of hysteria, when i laugh its quite short and for a reason. i laughed last night like...it was just a wave. a wave that i couldn't withstand. You kept riding, kept cuming, and i kept laughing and moaning. Two people desperately in love with each other and what they were doing. Complete doesn't begin to explain what we are, its the starting point.