Vanilla-Xtract

Making a girl suck cock is like being selfish. When a girl gives head, is she giving me a gift of some kind? What that implies is that it’s hers to give. It is to say I should be grateful that she’s now sucking me hard until I cum. I might just take it whenever I can get it, and that depends on when she wants to give it. So therefore, if I were to wish to be in control of this situation, it could mean I might need to manipulate or seduce her into performing such an act.

So does control have anything to do with getting the girl to blow me?

In a vanilla world, yes, but from that lens only.

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She kneels on her bed, with the computer propped up on the nightstand for me to see her. I tell her to tip the camera down farther so I can see the naked curve of her ass when she puts it in the air for me as she kneels. She puts her face into the mattress and I can see her spine curve up to her tailbone where her ass forms a heart shape.

She needs this. She needs to kneel to me like this because we have been apart for too long to wait until she is with me again. For her, kneeling is sustenance, it’s nourishment, it’s energy. She can’t go more than one day without imagining she’s at my feet worshiping me, her Master. She would be at my feet, kneeling in person if we weren’t an ocean and continent apart from each other right now.

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I could never attempt to describe how she feels about me as her Master. But as her Master I can demand that she tells me how she feels and I can insist that she do it in writing. The collar I ordered was just days away from reaching her, and I assigned her to write to me about her submission. There are many things that I know about her that she doesn’t realize for herself, and this writing assignment was to bring it all to the front of her mind, to create something that would record how she was feeling at the time.

I knew that this was what she needed to fully know how she felt inside. She needed to hear herself speak about it in her own words. She had already emotionally submitted to me in so many ways, and I knew it. The physical distance between us I refused to allow to hinder her growth or my own. The writing assignment I knew was a milestone and it was one that we could both treasure reading in the future. But it’s primary purpose was to get her to reveal to me, and in turn, herself, the feelings that she had about her position as my slave, and having me as her Master.

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It’s a necessary annoyance.  She had the steel ring in her duffel under the seat in front of her. She touched her neck mindlessly as she stared at the black bag next to her feet, as if trying to see through the canvas at her precious Turian collar. One of the saddest things to do was to remove the collar before going through airport security. She tucked it in her bag, and clutched it tightly through the turnstile and didn’t loosen her grasp until she found her seat on the plane. Now her eyes had a virtual grasp of the collar, though it was out of plain sight. Her fingers rubbed high on her shoulder where the heavy metal usually touched her neck, wrapping securely there. Annoyance, indeed.

She wouldn’t see the collar again until Los Angeles.  The trip from England was pleasant, but long. It was as if time slowed down. Please, please, how fast does this plane go? She yearned for the descent to begin, when she could count down by minutes to the moment she would see her Master for the first time. Until then, it was a countdown by hours. Hours passed like days. Pleasant, but long. She stared at the bag by her feet.

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I just got an idea for how I’m going to treat you when you’re here.

There are times when I need to chill, or think, or do something that might look like I don’t want you around.  Sad? Not at all. Look at it this way: I am very comfortable keeping your cam up while you sleep, because it’s peaceful to watch you like that. It calms me.  When you get here in July, I will enjoy you for every moment that I get to have you with me. That means always.  I don’t have a desire to do anything without you. However, there are things I do alone when you’re there, like chill or think or write, or something. And the same goes for when you’re here.

What will I do with you when it’s time for me to have my alone time?  I will put you in the cage, wherever it is. It’s a foldable cage, large enough inside to sit or lie down. This makes it easy for it to be carried and moved to anywhere in the house where there’s room.  The best example I can think of is right here in the living room.  I am drafting this piece of writing right now from my couch. I think I’ll put you in your cage on the floor right in front of the big window with the curtains closed.  If you’re noisy or disturb me in some way, I might need to open the curtains to make you keep quiet and still in your nakedness, so that you don’t get noticed from outside the house where they can see directly into this room.

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