2025-03-21 - Pre-Session Scene with Tim; Last Time in the Apartment

Posted on March 24, 2025
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It was a simple session and while we were supposed to try to keep it short because we had to be up early in the morning, it honestly was a fairly standard length. Still felt over too soon, but sessions always do.

We started in the living room. We were talking and I was kind of lost in the conversation and my thoughts when he grabbed the back of my collar and pulled me backwards to him with a short command. The combination sent lightning through me and shorted out those thoughts, along with most any other thoughts in the moment. I think he said “come here.” I think he kissed me. What I remember was a tug pulling me back while he said something, my intense lovely chemicals coursing through me, and then I was standing there and we were hugging and a couple seconds are gone from my memory. I think he actually pulled me in for a kiss but it didn’t write to long term memory whatsoever.

A great promise of the rest of the night.

He let me go and we resumed talking but soon enough he was again there. My memory was already limping along fuzzily due to my own excitement, so I am missing what I consider the most important parts – what did he say to me? He stood me where he wanted me and pulled my clothes off, leaving my socks on this time as protection against the cold floor. The cold seeped through them anyway. Then I was standing there naked for him while he attached my play collar. The last time I would be naked in this living room. It took him so long to get me comfortable enough in this space for this and soon he would be starting over in a new space.

He picked up my robe and . . . Wait he walked away with it? Dammit. I stood and watched him set it down by the couch. He had more in mind for me. Which is great, of course, but man, I still hate being naked like this.

He led me over to the couch and sat down while talking to me. Words flowed through me and are lost, but in the moment they kept me anchored to him. While he spoke, he pulled out his dick and I remember something being said about enjoying me. Something about it being the last time in this space. He had me kneel and suck on him for a while. He never had me kneel on the cold hard floor before. I spared a thought to padding for my knees but did as told without question, kneeling and letting the cold seep in, the uncomfortable floor somehow adding to the experience (although I wouldn’t want to make it a regular occurrence). His pants were buttoned and his cock just came out through the zipper. He was hard already from just pushing me around a little, stripping me, and talking to me. I love knowing that power over me makes him hard. I think it’s fucking hot from my side, too.

I did my best to suck on him and pleasure him while he held it for me, limiting what I could do. I’ve been sick recently and although I’m mostly over it I still felt a little something uncomfortable in my throat while I worked. I thought it was from the angle, and when I couldn’t stand it anymore I reached up to help hold it at an angle I thought I could handle better. I realized my mistake as soon as I made it because my hand found his. He let me do it though, removing his hand and letting me move it at an angle that might work better for my throat. Not better enough. Like an itch that just wouldn’t quit. Oh well. Didn’t stop me. I kept going, doing my best to give him what pleasure I could when all I could suck and lick and massage with my tongue was the part sticking out of his pants. He finally stopped me by lifting my head and kissing me. Told me to stand up. So I stood up.

I remember standing naked by the couch and he told me to fetch our dinner and drinks. The internal struggle was brief but real. Not only naked but naked and… going elsewhere? He’d only ever had me follow him naked. This was completely new. Never mind that he only asked me to grab something that was like 10 feet away — not exactly an epic fetch quest. I turned away to pick up our sandwiches and drinks while a part of me rallied against this action with all of its might. It wasn’t strong enough to fight the other parts of me that wanted to be good for him and loved that he was giving me a command and challenging me and while I’m not a service sub I do like simple acts of service like this occasionally.
It wasn’t strong enough to stop me but I felt it in every step I took away from Tim. It was quieter on the way back at least, food in hand.

I set the food down for us and received praise. A small but real victory for my submission; obeying again in spite of my own insecurities and discomfort, complete with a new aspect in the moment — following is so much easier than walking away.

I finally received my robe from him and he told me to sit on the couch. I had asked for more commands and I was happy to get them. It was nice to know exactly what he wanted me doing. As such, I was sticking as strictly as I could to the command and not going further. I was very hungry but didn’t dare touch my sandwich. I actually was pretty sure if I’d gone for it he wouldn’t have stopped me or cared, but in the moment I was very much locked in a mode where all I wanted to do was what I was told and nothing more. So I waited until he said we could eat before unwrapping it and finally eating.

Due to packing for the move I hadn’t eaten much this day and really genuinely needed to eat. He knew that. I had been very clear all evening that I was hungry, so making me wait and blow him a bit, and everything else, was intentionally demonstrating his power over me and man, I was certainly here for it.

When I had finished eating I remained sitting where I was while he finished eating. Unsurprising that I finished first for how hungry I was. It was slightly too much food but I didn’t feel that until later.

Something something watching TV. IDK, that’s not important, is it?

When he was finished eating he grabbed my hair and pulled me back into him for cuddling to finish watching the episode. He put a hand under my robe but very intentionally let me keep it closed, pulling it more closed for me when it slipped too far open.

After TV he had me stand up and he played with my breasts a bit and walked away, leaving my robe open. He picked up things for going up stairs and told me to go up. He was facing away from me when I asked if I could close the robe and he immediately and very casually said “no.” He didn’t turn to look at me or even pause what he was doing.

There’s never any heat in the tone of that answer. He says it as casually as if I’d asked him if he wanted a soda. The casualness to it shows how easily he controls me. He knows I want something, he encourages me to talk and so I ask, and he’s not surprised, upset, or amused that I asked. It’s very simply: no. And I know completely that that is that and no further argument or complaint would matter unless I had a real reason. Most times I’ll at least let out a disappointed whine anyway, but not this time. This time I felt too lost in just doing everything he wanted from me.

Robe stayed open. It attempted to trip me on the stairs so I had to walk carefully. He took the opportunity to reach up it from behind to fondle me a bit.

Upstairs he was organizing my clothes while I put my water down and waited. My phone was buried in a pocket somewhere and he was looking for it. What he found was my antibiotics I’ve been taking from being sick. These pills are larger than I can comfortably take with just water. My heart sank. I needed to take a pill. I’d intentionally put them in my pocket to take with dinner. Now what was I going to do? I’d packed my snacks away. I’d strongly considered tossing a snack in my backpack for this exact possibility and decided — nahh I’d just take it with dinner, it would be fine. And now I’d even eaten too much. That sandwich was a lot of food. But I needed to eat something.

Fuck me.

While I sat there spiraling he came over to sit with me and break me out of it. He started thinking about food he had and had an idea and came back with an almost empty container of small chocolate chip cookies.

This was the best answer. Not only were they small so I could limit what I took, but even on a full stomach a small dessert goes down easier. I took one small cookie and took my pill with it. While chewing the rest of the cookie I recorded the pill in our channel so he can monitor what medications I’m taking and when. I was actually kind of enjoying the cookie and I wanted more and asked for a second one. I got to have two small cookies and I was actually pretty happy about this solution. The sugar probably helped with the spiraling mood as well.

He takes care of me ❤️

There was more play session but with the packing and the move, this was all I had time to write. Not a full session but a hot introduction, and the last pre-session in that apartment. It was a pretty great time.