The Master Alpha

Guinevere ~~ I was dumped about four months ago by my boyfriend, Jason. I honestly thought we were good! Talked every day by text or call. Yeah, we were long-distance but I believed we were making it work. It did get rough when he was sent to third shift hours, but I sent him emojis or text messages every chance I could, but I barely got anything in return. I thought he was my soul mate, my other half, my missing piece! In my mind, we were going to get married and grow old together. We met once in person before we became official and had a lovely two days together where I hardly left his bed. Before Jason, I only slept with one other guy and, honestly, there was no comparison. We had plans to meet up at a cabin outside of a small town near the mountains of my home state but that fell through because his mother became sick and needed major surgery. I was happily working on my craft room on an order when I finally got a text message from Jason. My brain couldn't wrap around what I was reading so I had to read it a second time. "Hey there, feel free to call me if you’d like. It's probably the best way to do this. But I want to break up. I’ve wanted to say this for a while but was afraid to hurt you, so I’ve been delaying it. But this is exactly what I did to Shaylee and I don’t want to do it to you. Truth be told, I don’t feel the same way about you that you feel about me. I realized this in the last few months, when my mind is occupied or I’m not horny, I’m not thinking of you. I think this is because we built our relationship on s*x and I don’t think I ever truly got over us being sextingping friends. Also, I know I should be excited when you talk about coming out here, but generally, I’m not. Maybe it’s because I fear commitment or maybe I don’t want to lose my own personal freedoms, but I know if I’m having these thoughts and feelings it wasn’t meant to be. Please don’t try to convince me to stay as if I’m already talking about breaking up that’s always going to be in my head. I think it’s best overall if we go our separate ways, as if we stay friends. My ERP addiction will bring me back or your horniness back to me. I do like you Guinevere, so I want to end this cleanly so that maybe one day we can be friends and just friends again." I immediately called my mother in tears, sobbing my broken heart out. She came to me within minutes to help comfort me. After I calmed down, and a few negative words from her about Jason, I called him up. "Hey, Qwen." "What the rat's ass was that? A text message, seriously? You couldn't have called or texted me asking if I was free to talk? I finally have weekends now, you know that." "Sorry, I knew that if I did that you'd worry from the start and I didn't want to do that to you." "A broken heart is a broken heart, Jason. Breaking up is never easy but a text is the lamest thing to do." "Which is why I said that you were free to call me." I took in a deep breath and tried not to yell. As much as I wished to yell at him, he wasn't the bad guy here. He was doing me a favor by not dragging me along in a loveless affair. "I know I'm the monster in this but I hope that you understand." I let out a sigh as I rubbed my temple. "I understand... I do." "Thank you." There was a long pause between us before he spoke again. "I guess this is goodbye for now." "Yeah... goodbye." After we hung up, I called my best friend Jenny to tell her what happened. My heart was broken but I didn't feel hurt after the initial five minutes. I just felt... empty. And I felt like that for weeks until I made it to Florida for a special convention. It's Miami, so you know that they are into weird and crazy stuff. But I didn't know that these things existed outside of Europe and Asia. b**m Convention, where you learn and buy all things s****l for yourself or your pet. Or your master, depending on what you were. I found the link after a late-night search and booked a hotel room as soon as I learned the date. Yes, it was at the last minute, so the ticket was expensive, but I didn't care, I was investing in some self-care. After I checked into my room, I changed, drove to the hotel hosting the event, and got my badge. I wore khakis and a shirt on my long trip from home, but changed into a red bodysuit with a deep V neckline and flared sleeves. I also put on my high-low, black skirt that licked the ground as I walked. To finish the look, I wore the calf-high boots that I thought were sexy as hell. My accessories included the red leather collar and cuffs that I bought at the last Dragon Con I went to in Atlanta. They had large, metal rings to use as clips or rope for bondage. That's right, I'm a submissive slut and proud of it. Just... don't tell my parents. They are old school and think stuff like that should stay in the bedroom. So they would be completely against what I was doing in Miami. Inside the hotel, several conference rooms were being used for vendors, panelists, and demos. The whole thing got me excited, especially stopping at a toy booth. I bought something that I always wanted, a vibrator with a wireless remote. After adding batteries to the charge, I went straight to the bathroom to set the thing up. It was a little tricky at first, but I finally got it working. Biting my lower lip when the little plastic egg started buzzing to life. I placed the egg under my bodysuit against my clit and turned it on to the lowest setting. With the remote in hand, I left the stall and went back to the convention floor. I watched a few demos and went to a few panels before going back to the vendors. I was getting close to my first climax when I was at a booth selling bondage items like ropes and gags. I wanted a bag ball and was looking at one in particular when my right wrist was suddenly grabbed and my collar tugged on. My body collided with something solid and hot air was hitting my ear and neck. "Mine," a husky growl pushed me over the edge. I released a quiet whimper as I fought back a cry of bliss as my knees buckled slightly.