BDSM: For Valentine's Day, my dom has me on a leash.

After a long night of texting my Dom about all aspects of BDSM that I wanted to learn more about, I awoke early on Sunday to receive a message from my sister.

"You'd better attend church this afternoon or Mom will be angry," she wrote.

Even though I was 21 My parents always monitored me to ensure that their daughter was a responsible and god-fearing, church-going girl.

Every week, I drive 30 minutes to worship with my kids. Today, as I was getting ready to go I was wishing I could go to church but spend the entire day with my husband.

We first met a few months ago. He used to message me throughout the day when I was at the library or at work.

He would say things like "I would like to see your untidy. Send me a short video".

"Yes, Sir," I'd respond. After that, I'd step back from whatever I was in the middle of, and proceed exactly what he instructed me to do.

Thought about BDSM while in the church

I could not stop thinking about Him but I was aware that I'd be late to the church service if I did not get out quickly. I took my keys and headed out, but I stopped just before I left.

I unlocked my mobile and relaxed before sending the message.

"Please do I get to be with you in the near future?" I wrote.

Then, I ran out of the room and left my phone at home.

I was sitting in church, however I was thinking about the cock of His. It was my desire to touch it in me as I was tied to.

My face was burning, I wondered whether anyone could identify what my thoughts were.

I could not take His hands off of my head. I loved the way they kept me in place and moved me to wherever they wanted to.

After the service finished, I went back home.

I was unable to breathe when I opened my front door. I then pulled out my smartphone to determine what his response was. It was just two words.

"Valentine's Day"

My heart started racing. Valentine's Day was just five days away. I couldn't contain my excitement.

The entire week long, I was obsessed with my thoughts about him. I began to research new BDSM things I wanted to test with Him.

We communicated almost constantly. We would discuss everything we'd do and I would go over it again in my head and repeatedly.

Valentine's Day finally rolls around

The night of Valentine's Day arrived.

I drove over to His house and called the door.

He opened the door and gave me a flower before grasping my hand and leading me to the inside.

"I'm glad you're in my home," He said and settled down on the brown leather sofa in the living room. I sat beside Him.

"Me as well," I responded.

He took my hand and began slowly drawing patterns on my palm.

"I'm not allowed to do such a thing," I said while thinking of how my parents wouldn't accept a relationship like this.

I was seated closer towards Him and my breath became less deep and I tried to conceal the speed at which my heart was racing.

"You're right. This is not appropriate at all," He whispered as His hands moved towards my shirt.

His fingers were moving around the buttons.

He turned, placing My hands upon my waist before pulling me to His lap.

"Is this what you're looking for?" He whispered in my ear, while holding my wrist by one end and gently rubbing the other across my legs.

I could feel his tongue go through my ear. I moved my legs to lie on him.

"I need you to fuck me," I said.

His eyes were sparkling.

"Not but." He replied. "I have something I can offer you."

I observed Him grab the sofa, and grab two items. My heart sank when I realised what they were: a dark leather BDSM collar as well as the leash that went with it.

He sat quietly, put the collar on my neck, and then attached the leash. Then I felt as if I was complete his.

Then I started to feel my body becoming immersed in water, and I was considering how much I enjoyed doing the things He instructed me to do.

Utilising my brand recent BDSM collar as well as leash

He brought me to my feet using the leash, and then took me to the other side of the room.

"Take off all your clothing," he ordered.

I didn't hesitate to do as he asked.

He forced me into a position in which he bent me in front of the table made of red oak. He firmly pressed my head against the furniture, and I felt the cold from the wood's polished surface pressing against my cheek.

He slid my hands in front of me before he tied them to the rope.

I felt His hands slap into my back. I didn't get time to notice the surprise until I felt it all over again.

"Open your legs more wide," He said, at the same time, gripping me with the table.

Every single touch of His hand delighted me.

I did as He instructed. I stretched my legs out and waited for what was to come. His hands began to rub across my legs.

The fingers were inside me and were moving swiftly through and out, and in and out.

Then he changed hands, moving his hand that was resting me against the table, rubbing against my body.

His other hand swung to the side my mouth and I could feel Him put His fingers into my mouth. His fingers remained in place while His other hand gently rubbed and hit the spanks and rubbed me repeatedly.

Finally I am able to feel Him in me.

The spanking ended. I felt Him turn me around. I was seated at the table next to Him.

As I shook my legs He kissed my ear's inside. Then I noticed His massive kiss behind my legs. I noticed Him get further and further.

He was slamming his hands across my body, and biting my throat as well as licking my neck. He was moving His hands across my body. I gasped and moaned.

I felt the climax forming within my body. I was getting close as He continued to push into me.

Then, he pulled my nipples from me and turned to the fullest extent. The feeling pushed me up to the top. My body began shaking.

It was like I was exhaling with joy. I held onto Him and my body was pulsing in the orgasm.

He sat me down and whispered to me "Happy Valentine's Day, baby."