Control and Surrender

I have an excruciatingly stressful day today…

and Sir knows it.

He wakes me, before it's time to get up.
He pulls me into his side and starts to play with my nipples.

he pinches

he twists

he tugs

he flicks

he rhythmically pulses them with gentle to hard pressure.

He …turns me on!

I'm panting…
God I love my nipples to be played with…

He doesn't stop…feels like its a half hour of this…
literally!

Then he rolls me onto my back and
puts one hand over my throat…squeezing gently
and his mouth draws my oversensitive nipple into his mouth,
while his other hand plunges into my pussy.

He finger fucks me…finding my G-Spot really quickly.

With the build up, and the many places he's assaulting my body,
I cum quite quickly and strongly.

But of course, he doesn't stop…

Me moves his hand from my throat…
and
covers my mouth and nose.

He never does that!

Oh holy hell!
He keeps fingering me while
controlling my breath.

I fall apart!

That loss of control.
His gift of control.
My gift of surrender.

I feel it.
I am keenly aware of our power exchange.

He continues…giving me breath
and then controlling it.

All the while assaulting my pussy and nipples.

I cum.
I squirt.
I gasp.
I scream.

I give up all control.
He graciously takes it.

I float through my horrendously stressful day
with a calmness about me.
I smile that silly school-girl smile like I had no sense.

and

I survive my day, with the most amazing man,
the most generous Sir,
the most perceptive Master,
the love of my life by my side.