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Things moved really fast between Antonio and myself. Six months flew by in our whirlwind courtship. We spent a lot of time together. When I was not at work, I was practically living with Antonio, especially on the weekends.
We did weekend get always and nights out. After our first night together, I wasn't sure if he meant what he said about being exclusive. I questioned if it was just sex talk when he slapped my pussy saying after tonight I belonged to him.
He meant every word as I fell deeper and deeper in love with him the way he puts care and love in everything he does with me. How he fucks me especially. Staking his claim with his masterful strokes. He had this effect on me, for the first time ever, I could feel my orgasm from intercourse.
He would tease it out of me, then come in strong to take me over the top. He had a strange effect on my body as I would be brought to tears of joy in the ways my body and spirit were in harmony and profound satisfaction.
He loves kissing my tears and telling me how beautiful I am and how much he's falling in love with me. I didn't realize just how submissive I could be with a natural dominant who never raises his voice in anger.
My training began almost immediately from our first time together. It was difficult at first. At first I saw my training as foreplay, with me just going along to get the good stuff I craved.
We were probably two weeks in when there was a deep awakening in me. "I'm not a dog, I'm a grown woman Antonio." I said, ripping off the buckle to the leather collar and throwing down in front of him.
He raises his brows. His eyes never leaving mine as he picks up the pretty strip of a collar from the floor and places in on the couch, not saying a word.
Him sitting on the couch, me still on my knees staring at my naked prize before me, then defiantly into his eyes.
I didn't like the game he was playing where he would ask me questions about things he had trained me on, where I should be able to recite back. A right answer got a kiss and a wrong answer got a firm tap on the cheek.
He's gentle and patient and so generous. It was a silent stand off.
"Is what we're doing a surprise to you?" He asks.
He stands up to walk in the kitchen naked. Pouring himself a glass of wine.
"No, it's not a surprise. You talk about training all the time, its just that I don't like getting slapped on my face."
He takes a deep breath, considering what to say.
"My beautiful gem, this is how you learn. Over time you will appreciate how skilled and efficient you are. You may even learn to crave what my training awakens in you. What you were getting could barely classify as pain my love. You know I will never hurt you." He says reasonably.
He sits back down on the couch with a glass of wine in one hand, stroking the length of his meaty dick with the other. I'm frozen, still on my knees, mesmerized by the stroke that I need inside of me.
"Maybe you need to go home a few days to cool off before we train again." He suggests, still stroking.
I wanted to say maybe I do. I thought, still in our standoff. Feeling like a brat who's not getting her way, but still trying to make a stand.
"Khadijah, come here." He purrs, like pure silk. I'm weak when he calls my name. There is never force with this man. His dominance is is smooth and powerfully stimulating to me. One I can't deny.
He picks up the collar next to him and I'm compelled to crawl right back where I started. In the time that it took me to crawl two feet, something clicked in my thinking about our private intimate world and how this man makes me feel. I'm weak with need. Without words. It was me who put the collar back on and resumed my position. That act alone catapulted our relationship to the next level.
It's the subtle understanding that early in our love story, the collar and the invisible leash are always there, securely locked in place that Antonio holds. I had willingly given the keys, and in some ways over the months have begged to have them thrown away with my full acceptance to his training.
He was right, I was starting to crave the real thing as my necklace collection and collection of decorative collars were starting to grow.
Antonio is a generous lover. He is constantly showering me with gifts and fine things of beauty. He's also a demanding lover with an intense appetite for pleasure, peppered with acts of discipline. Now that we have been together for six months, the question has come up about living together, marriage and even kids.
He knows that my job is demanding but it's satisfying work. In the last six months, my coworkers have notice how stylish I'm dressing and how my appearance has changed, more polished and professional. Them asking questions wondering if there's a new beau who's drawn me out of my mousy shell.
My confidence has skyrocketed with all the hot sex I'm getting on a regular and the spa dates and weekend get aways. I have been offered a promotion with another expected before the end of the year.
What they don't know is that under all the fancy clothes and trips is a simple woman in love with a man who dominates my whole world and I've never been happier.
They wouldn't even begin to understand that behind closed doors, I strip down, out of my dress suit to happily crawl to beg a man for his cum and to fuck me like a slut. Where he in turn satisfies the center of my soul at the end of the night with me profusely thanking him for rocking my world. He is Daddy.
I never thought that I would call a boyfriend Daddy, but Antonio is not my boyfriend, he is my man. At first calling him Daddy seemed strange. It was when he'd savagely fuck me then finish with a tender deep stroke, or all of this in reverse that this endearment came naturally.
Even though I am serving him with my obedience, I have never been more sexually liberated. I can't tell you how many times my work smiles are really from reminiscing on the freak shit I did the night before with my Black King, my Daddy Dom.
It's Friday and we have a special dinner date planned tonight. He picked my outfit. My date clothes always consist of a pretty dress or skirt set. Always classy. His rule is if its sexy on top, then it's long and conservative below and vise versa. Short hemlines get little to no cleavage.
Tonight I'm wearing a champagne rose silk dress with a goddess cowl neckline and some strappy heels. He is classic and timeless. We get a lot of looks when we step out. My collar tonight is a rose gold choker with pink rhinestones.
I'm classy, but he knows I'll be his whore at a moments notice. We have had a few wild times, I reminisce before we leave out. We get seated in the private dining room of this Greek inspired restaurant. He has exposed me to so many beautiful experiences.
"You look stunning this evening."
"Thank you Daddy." I say, kissing his hand confirming how I feel.
"We have been having an amazing time. I want you Khadijah."
"I want you too. I always want you." I say.
"I'm not going to mince words with you. You should move with me full time." He says.
"I like having my apartment." I reply.
"Your never there. We're always together." He clips back. This is the first time seeing him frustrated.
"Daddy, I love you. I'm afraid of loosing myself completely to you. You already own most of me." I laugh a little, thinking that my apartment, my job and not defining our relationship are all I have that gives me the illusion of independence.
He sits to think about the brevity of what I've said.
"Khadijah, I love you too. You have six months. In the mean time, Air BNB your place. You never have to quit your job. Your money is your money. I want my bitch and her beautiful pussy at home with me. I deserve all of you." He says. constructing an easy plan.
"What happens after six months?" I ask.
"I want marriage, maybe more. My wife is my collard slave. If we want different things, let's just enjoy the time we have."
It was so simple. So straight forward. My mind thinks about how fast six months goes and how I can't imagine being with another man. This crippling indecision won't stop me from living for the moment.
On that beautiful evening, that Daddy of a man made love to me in ways that I will never forget. Six months came and went. I followed his instructions and subleased my place. I got another promotion at work and life was good.
My training with Antonio took on a life of its own as I had all the credentials of his slave wife without the one that mattered most. Everything he predicted came true.
There was a night a few months back, I was a little tipsy where I found myself begging for a real collar, but one I could still wear at work. This conversation started from a question of oral sex.
I have come to love sucking his dick and worshipping his body. My oral skills are porn star approved, but he still held back, one night commenting that I could be better.
"What am I doing wrong?" I asked, feeling insecure for the first time with him.
"My love your not relaxing your throat muscles enough. Think about entertainers who swallow swords. You satisfy me, but I want to go deeper. You're holding back on Daddy." He teases.
"I always want your big dick, but I don't think I can swallow you whole." I looked over at him, wondering if I was really satisfying him or was he faking it for my fragile ego.
"Get over here my golden lady, let me show you." He said, sitting back on the headboard.
I positioned myself between his legs, he stroked himself hard, clearly aroused. I was determined to please him in ways few could satisfy. He stopped me before I could get my first taste
"Just stick your tongue out. Let it get wetter before you lick." He instructed.
My tongue naturally moisturized, getting wetter and wetter in the open air. I wet and licked his entire shaft.
"Oh yeah baby." He says, relaxing into my licks. Head class was very much in session.
"Open your jaw baby. A good deep throat is all about the concert of breath control, loosening your jaw, relaxing the inside of your throat, the movement of your tongue and the wetness of your mouth." Antonio instructed, with me riveted, ready to have an oral concert for my maestro.
I took my training very seriously, wanting to satisfy him the way he does for me. In a few weeks, my deep throat skills were next level. I found pleasure in the sensuality of the experience.
The texture of his skin on my tongue. The way I learned to practically unhinge my jaw and cavern my throat to receive him fully. The way my mouth waters, just thinking about it.
We have sex almost every day. If we aren't fucking, I'm sucking him off or on the rare occasion, he'll request a hand job with oil.
We thoroughly enjoy each other's company and occasionally find joy in a friendly debate over dinner that always seem to lead to a night of passion and debauchery for certain.
