When she first texted me and said she was going to make me sing hymns to her, I smiled. Witty, weird but I wasn’t sure how erotic it would be.
After fine wine at an elegant outdoor restaurant, and eventually naked expect for a leather hood/mask and on my knees in front of my beloved Domme-in-a-Thong, with a hymnal in my hands, I had to rethink. Singing odes to Jesus interchanges well with a paen to your dominatrix, I’m here to tell you. It remained witty, weird and actually was very hot. (not the mask, the erotically charged musical homage I was singing).
The above is fictional, I love my wife and remain firmly enmeshed/entrenched in my recovery. Peace to us all my brothers and sisters.
