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Sir taking care of me and pushing
I’m not sure where to put this, but it was really important to me. So Sir Darces helped me find a new counselor a bit back. She pokes hard and she came upon the fact that a lot of my anxiety comes from fear of disappointing people. My folks always told me that I wasn’t allowed to leave the house if I couldn’t represent the family properly – dress properly, act properly, perform to win. If I ever made a mistake, it was pointed out – They would point out errors or losses with “What happened here?” In addition, my father considers trust a character flaw – he cheated at games, stacked the deck, skipped pages in stories to teach us that no one can be trusted. So, funny thing, I find trust hard, I am a perfectionist, and I’m terrified to go out in public for fear of embarrassing myself or my family in some way. I berate myself constantly in my head. There is never a kind word because I always see a flaw and need to do better. My counselor was trying an exercise, she wanted me to tell myself that I was proud of myself. I couldn’t even form the words in my head, let alone say them out loud. I share everything about my counseling with my Sir and he looked at me with such sadness this time.
So last night, as I was going to get Sir a glass of wine, he told me to stop. I was standing in front of the fireplace across the coffee table from him. He told me to open my robe. He started praising me, telling me how beautiful I was and I started fidgeting uncomfortably. “Stop Fidgeting!” I froze and he came and kneeled in front of me and just worshipped my body. He took me upstairs and made me cum three times. Then he held my hands over my head and told me to say “I’m proud of myself for cumming for you, Sir.” I was in utter panic. He just kept telling me that he was there for me, that he had me, that he loved me, and prompting me to say it. It kept sticking right where it always does – “I’m pr, I’m pr, I’m pr.” It took a good ten minutes of him petting, praising, and prompting me (all while slowly and torturously fucking me). I finally got the words out – broken and stuttering if they were. He made me cum right after and heaped praise on me. I sobbed so much, we were both just wet with tears.
The strongest thing that I now keep hearing in my head is him saying, “I’m so proud of you for being proud of yourself for this one moment!” and looking at me with such love and adoration.
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