Pussy Worship
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Saturday, July 30, 2005RomanceThanks to all for your comments, we really appreciate the support and enjoy all of your writing so much! Last night pet told me in no uncertain terms he was feeling very submissive. He simply requested that I be in charge, and had no specific desires of his own. He saw my fatigue (still not sleeping all night around here) and told me he wanted whatever I did. Maybe he knew that the surest way to wake me up is to tell me that! What I really wanted was to be close, to reconnect with him. I pulled him close and just inhaled his scent--he smells really good when he is turned on. I put my arms around him and his were around mine, and we simply laid in each other's arms for a bit, enjoying the close quiet. We kissed, then kissed some more, then I sent him to do his favorite thing, pussy worship. He licked and kissed and sucked me with abandon. I was moaning and writhing under his ministrations. At one point I felt him bury his face in my cunt, and I wrapped my legs around his neck and pushed his face further into me. I buried my hands in his hair and fucked his mouth until I came, and I can't believe how wet everything was. He got a condom and moved inside me. We made love, slow and gentle and very intensely. He moved all the way in and all the way out with strong strokes. I could go on like this for a while, but too soon we gave way to a more primal fuck and he came, shivering. Both of us commented on how natural the roles felt, and how we are improving things D/s. Life is very good. Tuesday, July 26, 2005In the NewsOk, I'm sure it has been done, but check it out: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/4713323.stm The world's oldest dildo. I love it! Sometimes I think to myself that I "protest too much" about some of this stuff. I mean, here I am a few posts back ranting about my lack of desire to cause pain in my loved one, and now here we are hitting each other on the rear with abandon. Granted, it isn't very painful, but the idea is there. Here's the laid to bare honest truth about me: I hold back, even still, some of my desires. He's been pretty clear about things he's not interested in. And I think I might be interested in some of those things. But the thing is, I'm ok with having interests that aren't fufilled in real life. I told him about my Domme leanings early in our relationship. However, he was quite inexperienced all around when we met (not anymore mwahahahahahaha). So, we progressed slowly and vanilla-y through sexual encounters. It was fun, like being in high school again. He was very sure that he was not interested in D/s or kink. HA. So, I said fine and as I've blogged before I put my Domme in a closet to wait. See, the thing is that I love my husband very very much, and I'm much less committed to D/s than I am to him. It is a big part of me, but he is my heart. The thing I've taken away from this experience is patience. Something I've never been very good at. He needs to come to his sexuality in his own time. I'm glad he has the space to explore with me--and I him, since much of my desire has been fantasy until now. I'm amazed at just how far he wants to go, really, and pleased. It's just like me to want more, more, more, and I'm really trying to stay in this moment, this period of new-ness and discovery that is so exhilerating and exciting. Maybe there will be more of my desires in the future, but for now, my goal for us is to get us comfortable where we are now. I want him to drop into subspace more easily, to let go a little more and to really be mine. I want to tie him up, tie him down, smack him around and fuck him like crazy. I want the baby to figure out how to sleep all through the night so I'm not so god damn exhausted!!! Thursday, July 21, 2005Rope FantasyOk, we haven't used the rope yet. I want to use the rope. I want to tie him to a chair. Not just any chair, but I have this low backed, very prim and proper chair that looks like something you stick in the corner of the room and forget about. That is probably where it was before it came to me. Now, I can't stop thinking about it as the bondage chair. It is just about the right size and height for some serious play. I want to tie him up to it facing the chair, knees on the floor. I want to bind his thighs to the front legs of the chair so he can't squirm, or get up. I want to bind his chest to the seat of the chair so he can't sit up. I want his hands behind his back, and I want them in cuffs. Purple ones. I want to leave him like that, naked and bound, I want to watch him squirm and be stuck. I want to masturbate in front of him, watch his cock get hard and seep pre-cum. I want him to feel owned, to know he is mine in every way and gets nothing until I say he gets it. I want to fuck him, I want to push him past where he's been before and have him screaming for release, for pleasure as I pummel him with my cock. I want to move in and out of him, to feel his body straining against mine, to see him trying to move his hips but being unable. I want to see if I can make him orgasm without ejaculating--I've done it once before. I want to do it again, then see how long it takes before he begs for release. I want him to beg me, without being directed to do so. I want him to yell for it. I want him to be unable to go a moment more without ejaculating all over the place, but to be unable to do so. And then, I want to untie him and make him take me out to dinner. yummy. Even that is starting to sound dirty to me. This is a blog by a German bloke with a great eye for photography: http://versucher.blogspot.com/ I'm in Domme heaven. Especially July 3rd's pic. Oh, and the last post says it was mine, but it was pet's. Wednesday, July 20, 2005When is a statement more than just a statement?For a long time, I never knew what a true statement was; all I knew was passive aggression. Example: "Gee, it sure is cold in here." Meaning: "I'm cold, get me a jacket, turn up the heat, make me some hot tea, and do this all by reading my mind or I'll withold something you want from you." To this day, I still can't hear anyone say anything without trying to decipher the hidden meaning. "The car is running low on gas" or "I'm hungry" or "We have an idiot for a president" are all statements that motivate me to action, or worse. After years of being everyone's secret bitch, I grew tired of it. Who would want to live for everyone else all the time? Well, when you're me, you do, as it is your role growing up to please everyone. So, where does that lead me? I am lead into the fuck you zone. Sure, you can talk to me, but I'm not going to be taken advantage of by you. I lived like that for a few years, never doing anything I didn't want to, never answering to anyone. I burned some bridges doing that, but I felt good, at least I wasn't everyone's bitch anymore. Then, I decided that living only for myself was probably not the best thing, since I was lonely. I eventually entered into my current relationship, but now I had some emotional pre-conditioning to deprogram, which I'm still doing. It is a delicate situation, mine, that goes like this: 1. Don't let people take advantage of me but still be caring and giving. 2. Be thoughtful without trying to mind read. 3. Please other people but don't be their bitch, and don't get pissy while trying to please other people. and so on. Anyway, you can see some of the resulting dilemnas. It was really hard for me to accept being a sub while holding on to all that. It took about three years to even try it, without the potential of me getting pissy and feel taken-advantage-of. Now, subbing doesn't bring out my internal issues, but life does, and it always sucks. I want to be healthy, to be able to smile and nod when a statement is made without feeling both motivated to action and resentful. I just keep on plugging away at it, and maybe in the next 50 years I'll sort it all out. If you want to find where your armor is weak, check your bruised spots - Ancient Kung Foole Proverb I found that quote here, and while I believe it to be somewhat of a joke in context, I think it describes our current state here at Temple PW quite well and seriously. Without getting too close to our more sensitive bits (read emotional hurdles yet overcome), I have to say that D/s is really helping us communicate, but man sometimes communication sux. A lot. We've been so much closer since we embarked on this journey, and with that closeness and surrender came a lot of unresolved feelings from both sides. Crazy--years of therapy and hard fucking emotional work and I STILL have crap underneath. Ogres and Mistresses have layers. I'm amazed at how that shit can still float to the top of my pretty mental lake. Vague enough? We write this blog to try to communicate what our journey is like, in the hopes that someone else can benefit. I guess I should be more specific if I want anyone to benefit from this drivel. I guess I'd say that we are in the process of redefining our roles in general as a married couple and a D/s couple. And parents. And children of others, etc. etc. Both pet and I have been working on just what kind of adults we want to be in the world. I myself grew up in a family where they would guilt and shame me into doing just about anything they wanted, and I became quite codependent (I just LUV labels, don't you) as a result. For me, my rebirth was in recognizing that I wanted no one but me defining who I was and what I felt. This has proven a problem in our relationship, because of his upbringing and the expectations put on him. Gotta love family drama. For me, becoming Dominant helps me clear up my roles in to one simple place, one set of expectations that are not in argument with any other set, and I can be free to get exactly what I need, and to give exactly what I want to give to my partner. I love that freedom. I crave that kind of honesty in my every day life, really, but sadly "IRL" is so much more difficult than a good romp in the bedroom. Tuesday, July 19, 2005The 4 SensesI'd love to recount all the sex we've had lately, but it's all kind of running together in my mind like one big sex fest. Cool. Even the vanilla quickie we had during kid naps was awesome. D/s just makes everything better. I wanted to mention the beauty of the blindfold, though, because, yummy. I blindfolded pet some night recently, and I really started to get into sense play. He is an exquisitely sensitive man, very ticklish and otherwise quite easy to stimulate. This can be good and bad, but this time it was good. I spent a long time just running my hands lightly over all parts of him. It was neat that there was an element of surprise, and it seemed he was even more sensitive than usual. Like, I put my hand lightly on his chest--even just brushing the hair and not touching him, and he gasped with pleasure. He was really in tune with me and very submissive--didn't move a muscle despite lots of tickling. I do want to get into the rope stuff soon, but I really love that he stays still on command, even though I know normally he'd have stopped me long before I stopped if he had his way. The other fun thing to do during blindfold time is to blow lightly all over his body. Moving cold air over him makes him squirm. I was experimenting, going from light, almost nothing touches to very rough biting and back at will, and it seemed to keep him off balance and aroused for a long time. It is amazing how long I can keep him hard when I'm in charge. I know I eventually climbed on board and fucked him while he was still blindfolded--kissing and biting him on the neck, chest and nipples while he was shouting "thank you mistress, thank you thank you" That was especially sexy. He managed not to cum, somehow, then we switched places, I removed the blindfold and he came on my backside, which he loves and was very sexy. He cleaned us up with a towel and we cuddled--ah, bliss. I love his submission for many reasons, and one is the aftercare. We both really connect after a session of D/s, and spend more time than usual just being together physically and emotionally. Thursday, July 14, 2005I want one of these But there are so many. Does anyone out there have one they can recommend?? Anyway, usually I let pet do the real life sex recollections, but I have extra time so I'll do my best... Last night I got treated to a fancy dinner and some really nice time with my pet. I was a spoiled Mistress to be sure. As we were dressing for dinner (we actually dressed for dinner, how fun) I made sure he was wearing a pair of silky thong underwear. Not only was it sexy for me, but it helped remind him each time he sat down that his body is mine to do with as I please. After said fancy dinner we headed home, bedded the kiddos and moved to the bedroom ourselves. I put on his new collar with the leash attached, and my my how sexy he looked with nothing else on but the thong. He took off my high heels--the highest ones I have--and rubbed my feet. After a bit of that he asked if he could suck my toes. He was breathless, sexy. I allowed it and he went wild, sucking and biting and nuzzling my feet. He got harder and harder until the little panties looked quite uncomfortable, bits of man poking out everywhere, plus precum soaking through the silk. I told him to take them off and pulled him a bit roughly with the leash until he was on his knees above me on the bed. He had talked about wanting badly to cum on my chest and neck and this was a good opportunity. He slid his cock inside my wet pussy and fucked me for a bit, gently and lovingly. He moved in and out and we gazed at each other for a bit. I know my pet well enough to feel when he's getting close from inside, and we both giggled as he pulled out rather abruptly to avoid cuming too soon. He then straddled my chest and stroked himself until he came, eyes rolled back, all over me. It was lovely, especially with me holding his leash the whole time. He cleaned us up with a towel and got to work on me. He stroked my pussy and fucked me with his fingers until I was moving my hips off the bed to meet him. However, since my recent pregnancy I've had a harder time with orgasm than I used to, and frequently resort to the mechanical for assistance. I wound up cumming hard through use of the Hitachi and some rough nipple play from him. Hot. As to the orgasm troubles I have, they suck. I am much, much better than during the last three months of pregnancy where I basically went orgasm free (blarg). However, with breastfeeding and sleep deprivation and hormone wackiness, I'm just not quite back to my normal orgasmo self (and I've never been an easy score to begin with, sadly). What I do for my children lol. **note to self, be sure to nurse baby before rough nipple play or breastmilk gets everywhere. Tuesday, July 12, 2005A good talk last night put the rules I had suggested into play, plus an idea for a ritual "changing of the roles". We'll see how it goes. Oh, and btw, the pet store is a whole new place now! I got the nicest leash... Monday, July 11, 2005Thoughts on PunishmentPost disclaimer: Hey, to each their own. I totally respect each person's sexual proclivities (except kiddie stuff). If you like to do stuff I don't, good on you! Have fun and write about it 'cause it's hot. Each of us is unique, that is what I love about humanity after all. No judgments over here! We're not 24/7. We have discussed it several times and decided it won't work for us. Not that I'm saying I don't see the benefits--because I'm really starting to (never thought I'd say that). I have lived in a relationship about control before, and I'd rather not duplicate it. I want peace in my home and love in my life and I don't want control. The control thing is sexual in nature only. Not only that, but we are both not into pain as pleasure. It is a line I like to walk, myself. Bite too hard, yes. Bite way too hard so I bruise/bleed/get hurt, no thanks. The sexy is in walking the line for me, not the giving or receiving of pain. I don't want to hurt my husband, for anything in the world. I'm not the kind who craves the sight of my husband's body in pain or torment. I am not interested in smacking him or whipping him or anything like that. That does not get me off, for whatever reason. I want to see him in agony from being denied pleasure--see him want it, need it but unable to get it. I don't want him to be in agony from anything I've done to him. This is a personal decision. I realize this makes me a minority here in D/s land, but that's ok. I'm used to being on the fringe :) The other thing about punishment is this: where does the Mistress end and the mommy begin? I'm getting dangerously close when I use the same words with my husband as my oldest child, and I'm disturbed by it. I don't have a mommy/son fetish, I have a control/top/in charge fetish. I don't want to tell him to clean his room or do his chores, I have enough of that. That all being said--um, he is being weird, and I think I need to be more Dommely. In fact, we've discussed it and agreed that this is so. He wants it, wants more domination and wants to be put in his place. I want this, too. The thing is, when I try and he doesn't "respond" the way I would like, i.e. submission, I get pissy. Sigh, the pissy Domme, how unattractive!! I think I want to try some stuff to see if it will work for us. I want to set up some basic "rules of play" in advance so he knows what I expect. This way, when it is "on" as we like to say, I know he knows what to do and is not disobeying out of confusion. Here's some basic ones: 1. When we decide it is "on", it is "on", no in and out of play. We may not be actively having sex, but the roles are ironclad. Stepping out of role means we stop playing all together for that time. 2. When you are asked/told to do something, you do it until I say to stop. You may request to stop. 3. When making requests at any time, kneel at my feet. If this will interrupt sex (example if pussy worship is occurring and you want to put a finger inside me) you may make said request without kneeling. When in doubt, kneel. 4. You should always say thank you, Mistress, when I do things you like. This includes ass fucking, letting you lick my asshole, etc. If you like everything--thank you is never a bad thing to say ;) 5. If I tell you to get into position, this means face down ass up and naked on the bed. Those are the basics. I don't want to be a rule monger, but I want things to work a certain way. Over ruling is annoying, but getting pissy is even more annoying, no? Lastly, ritual. I really feel we need some sort of ritual to get into role. Not being 24/7 carries with it the burden of being equal most of the time and not equal some of the time. I have yet to collar my pet because I really, really do not want to move to quickly. I haven't tied him or used restraints of any kind besides a simple instruction not to move. How do you get into role, D/s folks? Any thoughts? Even if you are 24/7, I imagine there are more "on" times and more "off" kind of times--does anyone have any suggestions as to getting back into role? Please feel free to just let us know what you do, even if we won't do it we get ideas from everywhere. Thanks to all for the advice and wisdom in your blogs, as always! And for those of you nice enough to say so--we really are proud to be helping others out there navigate their way as well. Sunday, July 10, 2005It's Four A.M.The baby just went back to sleep after nursing for 30 minutes. Enough time for me to be awake and blog surfing a bit. Nighttime feedings can be so dreary, but I've found the kinky blogs make life more interesting at 0'dark thirty. So, I head back to bed horny and not to be refused. I lay down and put my arm around him, press my naked body against his naked body, my front to his back. He is slow to wake, and I let him come up slow. I stroke his back, neck, arms, and kiss him wherever I can reach until he realizes what is going on. I can see him smiling in the dark. He rolls over with a "yessssssssssssss" sighing soft and puts his arms around mine and we kiss wildly. He runs his hands all over my body and I can feel him hard against my leg already. He is always hard like this so fast. He is muttering little sighs and soft whispers of affection in that half asleep talk. I wonder if his eyes have even opened. He rubs my breasts now, more insistent and I relax back into the bed as he works. I push his head down to lick my pussy. Pussy worship at four in the morning is even better than usual, he goes at me like he's starving like this is what breakfast should always be. I cum quickly. He heads up and is over me, rubbing his cock on me and moaning. I stretch and enjoy. He pushes me over and licks my asshole, still hungry I suppose. He puts fingers in me and I rock against him and rub my clit until I cum again. He dons a condom and pushes roughly inside of me, fucks me hard and fast now fully awake and cums with a shout. We lay down, breathless, and go back to sleep until the baby wakes again with the sun. Nice. Thursday, July 07, 2005A FantasyHe was cheeky and rebelliant all night. He was told to rub my feet, he did a half hearted job then quit before being told to. He talked back and made inappropriate comments he knew would kill the mood sexually. He pouted around the house, clearly wanting something--attention, sex, something, but was unwilling to kneel at his Mistress's feet and ask like the good pet I know he can be. He was asking to submit, he wanted to be punished. Finally, I had enough. "In the bedroom" I barked "strip, present yourself on the bed". He looked at me for a moment, considering his options, then went--I knew he was a good little pet. I waited, letting him worry, letting him wonder what was coming. I took my time--got a glass of water, locked up the house, knowing all the while he was naked, face down and ass up on the bed, waiting for me. Good. Let him wonder, let him wait. I put on his favorite outfit--stockings, garter, nothing else. I wandered in at my leisure, and saw him there. I said "you have been willful, pet, do you understand that?" "Yes, Mistress," his voice is shaky but more with anticipation than fear. I don't really want him to fear me, just to mind me. "I have to punish you now, do you understand that?" "Yes Mistress." "Do you want that?" "Yes, Mistress, please punish me, please put me back where I belong." I smile and get out the bigger dildo. "I'm going to put my cock in your ass and I want it to stay there." "Yes, Mistress, thank you." I condom and lube the big purple thing and slide it in his waiting ass, positioned on the bed. "You'd like me to fuck you, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Mistress, please fuck me." "Not this time, pet." I move around to the head of the bed where his face is pressed into the mattress. I sit in front of him. "Can you see me?" "Yes, Mistress, you look beautiful." I push my feet into his face and demand "finish the foot rub you started, and do it right." He struggles to get into position, on his knees and elbows so he can use his hands but still remain presented, ass up like I like him. He rubs enthusiastically this time, and I can see the light in his eyes--he wanted this. I knew it. I relax back on the headboard and let him work, take my time and enjoy it. He starts to shake a bit more--the position can't be particularly comfortable. "Do you like my cock in your ass?" I ask. "Yes Mistress, I'm so hot right now." I observe his hardened cock, already dripping pre-cum and ready to go. The ass thing does it every time. Instant hard on, just add dildo. After a while I take a bit of pity on him and let him lay down next to me. He collapses, tired and shaky from the position of submission. He looks at me, waiting for direction. Excellent. "Now rub my body--move your hands all over me." He complies, lingering like he always does on my breasts and near my pussy. The pet is always in such a rush--I have had to teach him to slow down, to enjoy it. I tell him to slow down, or he will go back to the feet and nothing else. He rubs my face, neck, belly and back--not hard, just gently. I can see his cock, hard, begging to be stroked, so I do, once. A groan comes from inside him and he thrusts his hips against my leg. "You want me to fuck you, don't you pet?" "Yes, Mistress." "You're impudent and impatient--do you deserve to be fucked?" "No Mistress, but please, please. I'll be a good pet next time." He's tricky, because he knows I love it when he begs. Anyone who thinks for a moment that he has no control here is out of their minds--he is just as clever as I am, and knows how to push my buttons and make me want him, now. I give in a bit and let him lick my pussy. He lets out a little mew of excitement and dives in. This is his favorite past time, after all. I writhe on the bed, wet and ready. He puts two, then three fingers inside me and fucks me hard while he licks my clit. He knows exactly how I like it. I force him to back off and he licks slower, gentler, until I feel myself ready to orgasm. I grab his hair, hard, and force him into me. He's remarked before this makes him feel totally submissive, and now that is what I want the most. He sucks and licks and struggles for breath and I cum, wetness soaking his face and hands. I order him back into position, face down, ass up. I grab the lube, use a bit more, and start fucking his ass hard with the dildo. He starts yelling into the pillow, I can see his fists balled up in the sheets and his ass rises to meet each stroke. "Please Mistress," he begs, "please let me cum, please please please." I figure he's learned his lesson, so I reach around and stroke his balls, then his cock while pumping the dildo in and out of his ass hard. He cums explosively, all over the bed, then collapses. I crawl next to him and we slide together, fit like a glove like we always do. "Thank you, thank you" he mutters softly, kissing my face and pulling me close. Maybe next time I'll let him fuck me, if his attitude improves. **sigh. Sadly, the only part of this that is true is the first paragraph. Everything else is what, in retrospect, I should have done. I still don't know how far I can go as his Domme, but I think it is within my rights to just not tolerate his b.s. He gets so pouty, it is obnoxious. He wanted my attention and I wasn't giving it to him, so he acted like a little kid. I love my pet so much, and I don't want to hurt him. But if he said he'd sub for me, dammit he should. That was the agreement. Man I hate real life sometimes! By the way, forgive my grammar errors--I do my best but dialogue was never my forte. Plus--Mistress's? Mistress'? Arg!!!!!!!!! Tuesday, July 05, 2005Pay it ForwardSince Gabby gave us such a warm welcome, I'd like to the same to a fairly new blog that is by, drum roll please, a male submissive!!! Yay! Check him out: http://secretiveslave.blogspot.com/ Hope you enjoy him as much as I did. So, our sex life was so rudely interrupted by me slipping on some water in the kitchen and hurting my back. Then, we spent 5 or so hours at the in-laws. A buzzkill if ever there was one. So, no steamy fun for the last two days, sad. In honor of our lack of fun, I have a major rant I've been saving up: The broken butt-plug. I don't think I can think of anything suckier than a broken sex toy. Then again, I've never been a toy person before. I've spent the majority of my sexual years getting by with my trusty Hitachi and some hot short story collections. I found really quickly that batteries do nothing for me. Of course, I never anticipated needing toys for my husband before. So, him being the anal fiend he is, I bought us a vibrating butt plug (mentioned in a previous post or two). It was great, he loved it. He really loved it. So, one day, we're playing with it and I'm doing this thing where I turn it off/on/off/on and making him totally insane with lust (try this, it is awesome). So I turn it on, and it turns off. By itself. I ask him if he messed with it, he says "why on earth would I do that". I wonder briefly if it is a haunted butt plug. Turns out, the damn thing broke. I'm pretty sure that the wire that was attached to the external battery pack got pulled on (though I was being quite careful). But not hard, not even a tug, just a little pull and bam, no more vibrations. That really, really really sucks. And this thing was not cheap, either. Lesson one: Internal battery packs only Lesson two: Only buy from sub-shop.com. Better selection, better prices, better quality and everything (including leather) comes in purple. I can't wait to try on the new strap on harness we got from them...watch this space! Oh, and I totally agree with Gabby--can we find a better name than "butt plug" for heaven's sake? Friday, July 01, 2005Dream DateWell, us not being perfect, we haven't even managed to HAVE sex in the last couple days. Kiddos will do that to you. So, instead, here's a fantasy date that may become reality someday... He comes home from work and I am ready for him. I dress up a bit, short black skirt, plunging neckline, the four inch heels. I greet him at the door with a stern "on your knees". He drops and lowers his head respectfully but I can see that twinkle in his eye that says he is pleased. I tell him to strip and he does, managing to stay kneeled before me. Now naked, I direct him to my feet. He gets busy licking and kissing them, and I can see he is getting hard. I like him hard and ready for me as much as possible. After a bit, I take him to the bedroom where I've laid out his outfit for the evening: Black slacks, button up shirt with bold print, a thong and the butt plug he loves so much. I lube up the butt plug and slide it in. He is always so open, so ready for this I'm privately amazed at his capacity. His cock grows even harder and he moans. I like this state of readiness, of desire in him. I leave him to get dressed. He meets me at the door and we go to dinner. We sit in a private booth and eat fondue. During the chocolate course, we close the curtain on the booth and I send him under the table with melted chocolate. He drizzles it on my toes and licks it off. He reaches a hand under my skirt and rubs my clit, wet with desire. As we leave the restaurant the waiter smirks knowingly at us. He is so hard and hot from the butt plug in his ass, from the ministrations at the restaurant he is all over me. In the car he starts to beg "please, Mistress, please let me fuck you now, let me taste you let me cum in you let me let me". I just smile and head to the movie. We go to the drive in like horny teenagers. We make out, kisses become more intense and demanding from both of us. I slide over on top of him and bite his neck, leaving red marks. I rake my nails down his back causing him to yelp but there is pleasure in his pain so I continue. I can feel his cock hard in my lap but I leave him wanting again. I can see him fucking my lap and the butt plug, moaning and writhing in the car seat, restrained by clothing and wanting release badly. This is how I like him. The movie ends (what was it about?) and we head home. I toss him on the bed and bind his extremities to the four corners. I stand over him, naked, watching him watch me. I blindfold him and spend time torturing his body. I run my nails lightly over ever part of him except his cock. He groans and his cock is so hard it must be beginning to hurt him. Good. I get out the bigger dildo and fuck his ass, ramming it in and demanding that he thank me with every stroke. "Thank you Mistress" sounds very good in that raspy, gaspy voice. He is physically shaking, every muscle taut with desire. He is sweating lightly and the bonds that hold him are slippery. I sit on his face, and he takes me eagerly. He licks and sucks my clit with wild abandon until I cum hard and strong. I could leave him like this, bound and blindfolded on the bed. I could leave him in his desire. But I want to feel that hard cock I've cultivated all night inside me. That's what it is for. So I slide a condom on and fuck him, hard and fast, until he is screaming with his release and I cum again. I climb off and unbind him. After a few moments with a towel, we curl up together on the bed and I hold him close, my good little pet. Sigh, maybe someday soon... |
