NEED to be touched

As you know, I'm sensitive to the passage of time. I particularly appreciated the fact that this session was a return to my roots. 
Four years and a few days after our first meeting. 
Thirty days after the start of locktober. 
Both mentally and physically, time had sharpened my sensitivity. So replaying some of our first encounters, still with stage fright but without fear, was absolutely sweet. 

I transformed myself into Martha to serve you. I lit the candles. I knelt to put on your stockings. All this, accompanied by Your smile, Your gentle teasing and a few «rhymes». And your suggestive attitude, stoking the fire in my mind and body. 

In the unlikely event that the way you move, lean forward and sit with the tops of your stockings showing, wasn't all about teasing, it was a failure. And then everything accelerated. The four years flew by, the cross, the belts, the gag, the chains, the roukipik (!), the nipple work... My gaze clouded over and the blindfold covered my eyes. 

The vibrators came into play. I NEEDED to be touched, to feel your skin. A frustration of terrible sweetness. The desire for it to never stop and to end immediately.

When you removed the blindfold, you were standing in front of me. Your stockings, your thong and a harness on your belt. And a half smile that said how much you knew the effect you were causing. 

I probably went into meltdown at that moment. Deep down I thought: «Lasuiteseraliquide!» and I found myself on the floor, belted, chained. At the beginning of the session, you said: »I've heard that when you hold on for a long time, anal gets more intense sensations.»

I can confirm this. 

At the end of the session, I cried a little. I was happy to be there and lucky enough to have been there for 4 years. And for a little while longer. I hope so.

My dear Martha's story.