I wake up and notice that Sir and I are back to back
We are touching top to bottom, almost leaning on each other.
It's pitch black in our room, the house is silent.
The alarms have yet to issue their demon like noises.
We typically sleep, entwined, touching.
He rolls over, he's typically so in-tune with me.
Though I didn't move, he knows I'm awake.
He rolls over and spoons me.
He puts his top arm over my waist
His hands touching my belly.
He slowly caresses my skin.
He finds my belly button and begins to tease.
It's lovely at first, then the heat builds.
He's rimming it, rubbing it, dipping inside.
It's erotic and I notice that my breathing has become panting.
My hips are moving as are my legs.
I'm so turned on.
and I'm writhing with arousal, with need.
He's touching and teasing and heating
As I'm putting on Sir's shoes and socks
(a ritual I do almost every morning)
He takes his toes and plays with my nipples.
He pulls down the v-neck of my night shirt
exposing my breasts to his view.
Oh, it's so erotic.
I am so insanely turned on.
I am sitting on the floor at his feet and
he's playing with my rock hard nipples.
I look up and quietly whisper...
"I need it rough." I say with some embarrassment...then clarify
"I need you to be rough with me sometime soon."
"Oh, fiona, I'm happy to hear you say that.
I want to use the electro on you...but in places we haven't tried."
My stomach is immediately in upheaval as the
entire kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight.
"Now, in order to do that, you'll have to be tied to the bed.
Are you up for that fiona?"
He barely has the last words out before I'm clearly saying,
"Yes, Sir. Yes, PLEASE!"
Ya, I'm going to be a worthless wanton slut today!
I'm talking to him on the phone a few minutes ago.
"You're a sadistic bastard, you know?"
"I was so worked up and you just went to work."
"It's my job, isn't it?"
haha, funny play on words there.
"Just say thank you."
"Thank you, Sir."
What else was I to say?!