"Hold my slut, don't disappoint your Master." Heknows I am close. He knows what I need. He knows what's best for me. He ispushing me further than I ha...e ever been before. He suddenly eases away from me. I watched with wide eyes as he shifts offthe bed. I see him reach under the bed and grab for something. Suddenly I hearit, a faint buzzing sound. "Oh God, how did he know? How did it get there?" Hesmiles as he lets me see my favorite vibrator, set on medium. This time there is no anticipation.. I unbuckled his belt, his ants and then pulled them down. He had slipped off his shoes and socks and then when I lowered his pants he kicked them off. I turn my head and his huge cock was right in front of my face. “Do you like it?” he asked. “I want you to kiss it and take it into that tweet little mouth of yours”. I started to protest but he would have none of that. He grabbed me head and guided my mouth to the head of his cock. “Now be daddy’s good little girl or I my have to punish you”, he. But that inequality was so alien to how I was raised that I felt tremendous guilt about it and never told a soul about my desires. The guilt, however great, never stopped me from fantasizing. If I was going to turn over a new leaf, and try to be open and truly honest with my potential partners, I needed to acknowledge this part of me. Let it out, and learn how to engage it.Suddenly I realized what was so terrifying about being myself. I was petrified about letting the dominant part of me out.. As I showered, I shaved my chest, cock and balls and a few tiny hairs around my butthole. There wasn’t much to shave except stubble, but I still like to be smooth all of the time. I put on a pair of thin boardshorts, grabbed a t-shirt and my flip flops. I headed back downstairs.I stopped by the spa and checked it out. A very attractive redhead greeted me cheerfully at the desk. I booked a massage and pedicure for the next evening and noticed some of the spa’s product offerings next to the.