Don’t mess with the military man

We found Maestro’s military uniform in a military surplus store, after I realized I had a uniform fetish. So now he’s got the pants, shirt, boots, black beret, Military Police patch, and handcuffs. I have always had control fantasies – being caught and punished by police or military. Never a schoolgirl being punished by a head master kind of fantasy, it’s always been more adult, more dangerous. Seeing the guy at the sex party dressed as a California highway patrol officer, combined with all those years working with the military, stirred all those fantasies in my mind. I hid my control and non-consent fantasies for years because I was ashamed of them, I think. I got caught up in the idea that strong capable professional women don’t fantasize about being punished. Or I never felt comfortable talking to anyone – not my partner, friends, family. I kept it all a secret and only indulged in secret, online.

Later that day, Maestro dressed up and ordered me to lay down on the bed, face down. He handcuffed my wrists together, above my head and tied my ankles to the corners of the bed. Spreadeagled and naked, I was at his mercy. He was rough with me, just as I wished. He pulled my hair, pushed my head against the bed, and fucked me hard. His uniform rubbed against my back and his boots pressed against my legs. I was his little sex slave. And oh I came hard that afternoon!