Thursday, August 29, 2013

My Morning

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

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

FUCK!

Fuckfuckfuckfuck!

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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!
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I'm talking to him on the phone a few minutes ago.

"You're a sadistic bastard, you know?"

"Am I?"

"I was so worked up and you just went to work."

"It's my job, isn't it?"

haha, funny play on words there.

"Yes, Sir."

"Just say thank you."

"Thank you, Sir."

What else was I to say?!

12 comments:

  1. Oh the frustration! I feel for you!

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    1. It's so fabulous...until it's not!

      hugs,
      fiona

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  3. Leaving us wanting...and wanting us to Thank them...must be in that darn elusive Master's handbook!
    hugs abby

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    1. Yup, that has to be in the CliffNotes version too =)

      hugs,
      fiona

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  4. So glad I'm not the only one that tells my Sir He is a bastard. you got me all excited for a minute. can't wait until he fulfills your fantasy.

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    1. Ya, something I'm sure he'll berate me about later :)

      I'm sure I'll have my just desserts.

      hugs,
      fiona

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  5. anby, i think that book needs a revision, by a sub...haha

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    1. Hahaha, that would be interesting...but we'd have to find it first :)

      hugs,
      fiona

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  6. So Sir has two jobs, and he appears to be very good at both :-) hope you don't have too wait long.

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    1. Hahaha, yes he does :)

      I hope so too, DF...but I should probably be careful what I wish for.

      hugs,
      fiona

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