So… about that date with Carly.

Yeah, it wasn’t really a date.

She had me pick her up, and when I got to her place, she opened the door, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “Come inside.” Cool. Chill. Casual.

Then she closed the door, turned around, and told me to get naked.

I was dumbfounded—like yeah, she’s seen me naked before (long story), but we’ve never done anything. Before I could even process it, she barked, “Are you deaf?”

Ten seconds later, I was stripped bare, standing there with my dick shriveling from fear and excitement.

Turns out Carly had been watching how my ex handled me for years—and decided my previous Domme had been way too soft with her property.

She made up for it. Fast.

Last night she put me through the ringer—physically, mentally, sexually. At one point I was begging for a safeword (which, oops, we kinda forgot to establish). At another point, I legitimately wondered if I’d end up needing emergency care.

I’m fine. Mostly. Emotionally wrecked, physically wrecked, totally hooked.

What a night. Can’t wait to go back for round two. Tonight. Pray for me.