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Ch. 7 The Chat Box Dominant: Diary of a Broken Me #ASMSG

 Diary of a Broken Me

I’m Breathing Your Air, Sir.

To whom it may concern,

It’s 4:15am and I just crawled into my bed. Which is exactly how you described it. You and Cynthia sleep in the king sized bed, and I have a special bed at the foot, just my size, and perfect for a princess. I’m too excited to sleep. I’m breathing your air, I’m sharing your space, and I’m watching you breathe.

I’m dead tired though, if that makes any sense.

The 16 hour flight here was something to write home about, but instead I’ll write you. You love my jokes, admit it, Sir? I’m so thankful you told me to take medicine for my tummy before I got on the plane, and continue taking it as prescribed. Three people got sick, and I can’t tell you how blessed I feel they were nowhere near me.

I arrived forty-five minutes late, but you were there waiting on me. You looked just like on Skype, only better. I know people thought what the hell’s this broad doing when I fell to my knees at your feet in the middle of the airport. You told me to go with my gut reaction, Sir. And you didn’t seem too upset with the display, in fact I believe you said it humbled you just a little to know I had that much devotion to you.

I love you, Sir. For the first time in so very, very long I feel whole, I feel complete. I feel a hole has been filled up inside of me that was void of life for so long. You two fill my life fully, and I am devoted to you both for as long as you will have me. No, that wasn’t a declaration of I’m not returning home, even though you did bring it up at dinner. I can’t make that step yet, Sir. I hope you understand.

You are the bestest (yes, bestest!) Christmas present a princess could ever ask for, Sir. However here are lots of boxes under your tree with my name. I don’t have lots of boxes for you or Cynthia, I have a few things, but I couldn’t travel with them all. I do hope one of you will take me shopping? I’ll feel horrible, if I don’t get a few more things. I’m not trying to compete, I can’t. You make the big bucks, Daddy, but I want to at least get you THE present, both of you for that matter. I’ve no idea what to get the children either. I’m sure Cynthia and I can hash that out.

I love her hair by the way Sir. I know it’s odd to tell you this here, but she has the most gorgeous copper penny color. And it’s super silky, and feels like the softest cotton running through my fingers. And we’re similar in skin coloring, she’s a purist of white shade, and turns a delicious shade of pink, just like me.

I watched tonight, opting not to participate, but to help entertain, and masturbate for you both, while you played and fucked. My pale blue eyes never left the lusty scene you two provided, my fingers slipped through my slipper slit over and over, and plunged deep into the walls of my sex as you fucked Cynthia senseless.

It was one of the most beautiful acts of love I’d ever witness, and we all came in unison. You pulled me in closer, so we could all collapse into a pile of sweaty bodies. I never felt more loved than I did at that moment, Sir. Odd to feel that way, knowing I wasn’t the center of your world. You know what it is, being the center isn’t needed, but being in your life is more than necessary. I’m grateful for the glimpses and pieces you’re willing to share with me.

I’m going to try to sleep now, we have a few busy days before Christmas.

Signed,

The girl who sorta wishes she’d been fucked also ( lol )

Ch. 5 Chat Box Dominant: Diary of a Broken Me

Diary of a Broken Me

Twice the Dominance, twice the fun?

To whom it may concern,

I don’t even know where to begin, so I’ll start at the end and work my way back. I met Lucas’ wife less than an hour ago. Met her via Skype, but I met her. I’m sorta tongue-tied, and flabbergasted to be perfectly honest with you.

She’s beautiful.

She has long red hair that’s the color of autumn leaves. Her skin’s milky smooth, and just a shade darker I think. She has freckles speckling her nose. I was quite confused at first, when she’s the first person I saw on our conversation. I waited for this moment for forever, and two whole days, and a gorgeous woman pops on instead of Lucas. Yes, I was a bit taken back. Thankfully it was Cynthia, and she has a sultry voice. The woman is simply lovely.

And apparently, she and Lucas decided it was best not to tell me ahead of time, because I wouldn’t have shown up.

Haha!

They were quite right. I’d have kept my Skype closed, that’s for sure. I am so glad they didn’t tell me, even though we had a very one-sided conversation at first, but then I got brave and started asking questions about her. How could she want to jump into a conversation with me on a family vacation? I’m the other woman for God sakes, well sort of. Fuck it’s complicated being owned by a man who lives half-way across the world, and that’s leaving out the fact, it’s complicated enough being me.

Broken.

She explained she’d been thinking about it for months, and wanted to talk to him about bringing in a submissive, but wasn’t sure how to approach it. Holy shit man, it’s almost like it’s supposed to happen.

Spooky.

She isn’t submissive at all, and neither is my owner. Go figure, two dominants falling in love with one another’s quite the conundrum. They want to make me their solution.

Soon after my initial shell-shocked moment of dumbfounded-ness ended, Lucas came to save the day. I know it’s odd for me to be referring to him as something other than Sir and you, but this journal entry isn’t to him. It’s to anyone that cares to read it, and I thought it best not address it to just him.

Also, I’m sure if I’m wrong, he’ll be sure and let me know all about it after he reads this. He’s really good like that. Wait…That came across wrong, he doesn’t point out my flaws, but he doesn’t let me get away with murder either, and I like that about him. He has the patience of a Saint, heart of a lion, and the bite of a viper. The perfect combination if you ask me. And since I’m the one writing here, my opinion does count.

I’m not really sure what’s going to happen with the three of us, this was just like an ice breaker I guess. Lucas and Cynthia spoke with me for another fifteen minutes or so together, and then she left to handle dinner and the children, and it was just he and I.

Our first Skype conversation, and I finally have alone time with him. I was suddenly tongue-tied, and I practically foamed at the mouth. I was genuinely a fourteen year old girl talking to a boy after a first group date, and it’s the first time they’re alone. I was shy, embarrassed, and in awe of his cuteness.

He’s so much hotter in person.

Oh— you know what I mean.

Mr. Smooth chuckled quietly a time or two, and finally said. “ Breathe Maci. I’m still the same man you typed to everyday for the past four months. You just get to see me in the flesh.”

That eased my mind slightly, but it still took me another moment or seven to pull it together fully, and actually speak. “Sir, you’re so cute.”

Really???

The first things out of my mouth were you’re so cute?

Fuck.

I’m not some teenage girl, and he most certainly isn’t a boy. He’s the most dreamy man I’ve had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon. That dark chocolate-brown hair, that recently he had cut, but I don’t mind it shorter. Sorry, I’m totally deviating from the subject. He also has a dimple in his left cheek when he smiles, that made me love him even more. I didn’t want to leave that part out.

Now…back to the subject. Ha Ha.

Lucas laughed as I giggled, and finally rescued me once more. “You’re even more beautiful in person as well, my princess. Now, take your clothes off.” He said it so matter-of-fact like, no big deal, just get naked for me on the internet.

He rescued me and then threw me to the wolves.

Fuck me! (yes I love that phrase, get over it. Lucas has, lol )

Sir… Your wife could come back, your chil—“

He cut me off. “Naked now, baby girl. Not another word.”

I wanted to argue, anyone that has glimpsed at our story, knows I wanted to argue, but we had made so may steps forward, I didn’t want to go backwards now.

I pushed my computer chair back, and dropped the robe Lucas ordered me to wear. My smooth milky skin revealed, for the first time he was seeing every piece of me. My appendix scar that appeared as a happy face across the right side of my tummy. The little bit of a belly I have because of too many Twinkies. My breasts are gigantic compared to me. These are all the flaws I see, but he didn’t mention them at all.

Turn for me princes, I want to see every little piece of what I own.” There was a hunger in his eyes, and I knew he couldn’t see what I saw, and I seemed to dance when I twirled for him as if floating on a cloud. Cloud Nine, because my owner’s so fucking awesome!

Sir… please say something.” I blurted out to him.

I couldn’t bear the silence, even though the desire was written all over his face, I needed him to say it. I needed to hear the words.

Princess you’re perfect. Did you really think standing before me naked would change my opinion of you?” That’s when I saw his eyes narrow, and he leaned closer to the screen, and I fell to my knees.

I don’t know, maybe? Fuck— Sir, I’m sorry.

Not as half as sorry as you’re going to be. I love you Maci. Remember that.” He even winked at me, and then my doom came crashing down like a giant ka-boom!

Go…Our conversation is over for the night. You are to write a journal post about this meeting of ours and how you feel about adding Cynthia to the mix.” His finger went to his lips, just as I was about to say something.

Not your turn, yet. After you finish the journal entry, you’re to write by hand two-hundred times… I love myself, and my body’s smoking hot.

I giggled when he added that last part, but then it sunk in— by hand?

I’m really sorry Sir. I… please don’t end our conversation on a bad—“

I said I love you, and I meant it. I’m doing this for your own good. We will Skype tomorrow, and you will tell me how enjoyable a time you had writing for me, and for yourself.” He sounded so sincere and cheeky at the same time. How’s that possible?

I love you too, Sir. I am really sorry.”

I know you are princess. Now… blow me a kiss.” He blew me one first, and I blew one back, “off you go… you have a lot of things to do before you sleep.” Then he was gone.

Well, you heard the man… I have things to do.

Fuck me!

Signed,

The girl who needs to learn to appreciate silence more