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No, it was over. Whatever. I'd left, the lust, the hunger, had subsided. I was past caring. All that remained was the moment of truth. After enduring hours of back-door entry and 51 miles of freeway traffic, I had no where left to go but upstate. I grabbed the phone, tossed it across the coffee table and went to the game. My eyes were focused on Greta. I was lost in the euphoria of the moment. I had found the place where I belonged. I had no thoughts of ever writing about this evening or even sharing it with anyone. This was probably my most erotic night in a million years. To have my most treasured possession on the line with someone else's name on it, a name that I knew nothing about, that I only played with people I had the honor of being born into, that I could claim for my entire existence, to have someone else claim me as my own.
That I would be allowed, over a period of years, to grow and develop into what I was inside and out. That I would be accepted, cherished and adored as my self. This was probably the darkest fantasy my girlfriend and I had ever had. But it was the most incredible turning point in our five year relationship. At that point, I could no longer function without Greta. She came to me, tired and beat, but confident that someday, she would be able to take me hard and still be able to provide for us. We talked about our expectations and obligations and left it to her discretion. We had no intention of breaking the rules on the game. There would be no "surprise" here. She would learn the lesson early and we would make a proper transition from that point. We were probably the only people up to the task. I would certainly find a way to share her excitement and embarrassment at my level. About six weeks before my deadline, she e-mailed me, giving me her address, her telephone number and her whole address book. She told me to expect her at 51 am EST tomorrow morning..
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But already with the leather and the chains.
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