This time however I was in a committed relationship and I wasn't going to give up on it just because my mother was being over-protective or possessive... The more I resisted, the harder she tried and one day I'd finally had enough and I told her to give it up. Helen and I were going to be married and that was that."Baby, trust me on this one please. She isn't right for you. You will be making a terrible mistake if you marry Helen." What terrible mistake? What can be so bad?" She's a whore baby.. I sat on the edge of the bed, nervous, rubbing my sweaty palms back and forth over the comforter. We been texting, im'ing for over a year and I know him but I can't stop the fear from slowly gripping my limbs, wrapping round my heart and squeezing. I have texted others, met others but they did not call to that wild thing inside of me, that's been trying to claw free. It saw them as weak, not worthy of all that I had to offer. it needed someone one strong, someone it wanted to overwhelm it. " "Thanks, but am I a little old for a boy your age?" "There is no age to look at a woman"We continued this little game of seduction for a few minutes until his foot reached the top of my thigh, just below my erect penis.With her bare foot she felt the jerk in my pants: "You're all excited, you know?" "You are doing nothing to not do this."She stood up, sat down next to me and started kissing me. After a few shovels, my hands started going down to the woman's privacy and I ran my hand under the. Now I was back here. In part because I loved him.In part for another reason.There is something holy about the man I love holding me in his dominance, me on my knees there to serve my lord. It is like being held in a fist of iron but caressed by the softest silk. As if the moment is hallowed, blessed by a higher power - and I am blessed to serve this divine man who gives me beautiful love and blissful orgasms. He is my master and protector and everything I've ever dared to dream of - except that.