Date night. That’s what the text said. I knew exactly what that meant. Uncle (no, he’s not really my uncle! He wanted a title, however, that showed power yet was different from most other D/s relationships.) needed me to be totally and completely under his control tonight. Oh I could still use my safe word, but aside from that, I would have no voice in what we did. I would be at his mercy, but mercy would be withheld. To prepare, I showered, shaved (everything), made sure EVERYTHING was clean, and applied lubrication. I then put on a new lingerie set of red lace. Then, I waited, standing by the bedroom door. He looked at me, nodded, then put a collar and leash on me and led me into the barn. Here, he also added a blindfold. He tugged the leash and I knelt, opening my mouth as I did so. I was careful to keep my hands down even though I wanted so very much to touch him. I knew better. I could only touch with permission. I heard him unzip his trousers and then his cock was in my mouth. I LOVE the taste of his cock! The sweetness of his precum, the softness of his skin, the hardness of the muscle all combine to intoxicate me. As I wrapped my lips around his girth and relaxed my throat so that I could swallow as much of him as possible I began to drift into that lovely sub mind space. I heard him moan, then he pushed his cock deeply into my mouth and I felt the warm cream of his pleasure slide easily down my throat. Before I could recover, he tugged on my leash and I stood. Blindly, I followed him. He held a glass to my lips and I swallowed the small sip of wine.

“Good girl. Now, we will begin our date.”