Freezing My Tits Off Whilst He Snores In My Ear

After my relationship with Master James* went south, I began chatting with Ken* who, if you remember, was a father of three in his late-forties, living over a hundred miles away in Scotland. He had replied to my online advert ("Seeking Master") and we'd kept in touch even during my relationship with Master James. We were soon spending hours on Skype together, engaged in fairly innocent conversations, despite both our intentions. In retrospect, I think he was worried about coming across as predatory, given the age difference.

I had high hopes for my relationship with Ken. Because he was older, I assumed he would be more experienced. Although we'd never discussed his past experiences, his reply to my advert led me to believe he was a Dominant man. So I hoped that he could become my next Master and help me on my journey into the BDSM world. There was one big problem standing in our way; distance.

The first, and last, time I met Ken was in a hotel in my home-town. Ken made all the arrangements whilst I set up some lie for my mother as to where I was going to be Saturday night. Doubtless I told her I was spending the night with a school friend, even though I had none. My mum, though, was always so keen to believe I was making friends and having a social life that she swallowed the lie easily.

And so it was that I found myself lying on big, white hotel bed with Ken between my spread legs. He tells me he likes foreplay; he likes to pleasure a woman. Great, I think, what woman doesn't like foreplay? As the night wore on, though, I came (though not literally, sadly) to realize that Ken liked to pleasure a woman before sex because he couldn't do so during. This realization came as he huffed and rolled off me, after half an hour of rubbing and poking me with his flaccid, micro-penis.

I spent the next eight hours freezing my tits off on top of the covers, locked in his embrace as he snored contentedly in my ear. He slept soundly through the night, his attempt at sex obviously exhausting, whilst I laid awake until the sun came up.

I left as early as I could without hurting Ken's feelings. Yes, despite the awful sex I was still concerned about his feelings. And when I knew he was back in Scotland, I cut off all contact with him. I couldn't bring myself to tell him I hadn't enjoyed our night together. But I also couldn't pretend I had. So I deleted, blocked and ignored him.

And so what I'd hoped would turn into my second Master/slave relationship became the most awkward sex I've ever had; and I feel justified in saying that with more years of experience under my belt. It was also more vanilla, even, than sex with my then boyfriend who was still blissfully ignorant of my kinky explorations.

Or so I thought...

*names changed for privacy