Monday, September 05, 2005Chocolate Covered Ass
Mistress crawled into bed today while I was playing around with her computer, trying to fix something unimportant. She crashed pretty hard for a few minutes, but when I came in and saw her completely covered, even her head, I knew she wasn't really asleep.
I crawled into bed with her, first facing her to kiss her and look at her beautiful blue eyes, then I jumped over her and pressed up against her back. We were both mostly naked, and shortly after some spooning and cuddling, we were naked. She told me how wet she was yesterday when we were interrupted, and I proposed we get her that way again.
Since she has been a bit under the weather lately, I didn't want her on her back, and she was still pretty physically tired, so I flipped her over on her stomach, and then moved the restraining webbing down from the headboard to the footboard. I used my makeshift rope-and-carabiner cuffs to tie her legs up, spread wide. Standing back, I had a glorious view of her ass and back and legs, lovely and delicious.
I started to collect an assortment of tools from around the house. I had a leather belt, a towel, a wet washcloth, a can of chocolate frosting, and some other various household objects of shape, texture, and temperature. I blocked her view with a pillow so she wouldn't know what I was using until it was too late.
I started with a couple good spanks. This is becoming more and more a part of our sex life, as we both really like it. I think I like the idea more than the pain, but it doesn't really matter since we both get off on it. I squeezed some water out of the cloth onto her back and made her shiver. I squeezed a few more drops into the top of her ass and let the drops roll down between her cheeks and across her anus. I played a little more, cooling her ass with water and then slapping it, thus intensifying both the sharp pain of the spank and the pleasantness of the relaxation period between spanks.
I cleaned her anus a bit more with the wet cloth, though it was, and usually is, very clean. I blew across some of the wet spots on her back and ass cheeks, making her squirm a little. She spread her legs a little wider for me, and rocked her hips a few times, which I took to be a sign of approval and welcome. (She later confirme that to be true.)
I took the can of frosting, got a dab on my finger, and then placed dots of frosting all down her spine into her ass, stopping at her asshole, where I left the last clump of frosting. I made some lame joke about her needing to wipe better to which she groaned, but then went back to moaning and writhing in pleasure when I started removing the frosting from her body with my tongue.
Tracing the line I made and starting near her neck, I followed the dots down her back, cleaning each one off before moving to the next. When I finally reached her ass, I dug deep with my tongue, licking and sucking and kissing until it came clean of sweet milk chocolate goodness.
This would have continued but the baby woke up screaming so I quickly toweled her off, unclipped her, and ran to wash my hands and face before removing "coitus interruptus" (as we now call him) from his crib.
Mistress later informed me that I had done well, and that she was wet, and that we should probably hook up a restraint system for both the top and bottom of the bed. Woohoo!