Anticipation Part 3

I stood up slowly,
Felt my naked body, cuffed ankles and wrists
and wonderfully flogged and caned ass.

I stretched and picked up the pillows.
I carried them over and put them in front of Master's chair.

I cautiously knelt down, adjusting to the position.
I put my hands behind my back
Intentionally working on being in a submissive place...
physically and mentally.

He walked over and told me to lean back.
Master sat down and unzips his jeans
He took out his hard cock
grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth onto his cock
Tells me, "Try not to move...at all."

I hold his thick, silky, cock
reverently
I loving the feel...the taste...the saltiness of his pre-cum.

I was so good.  I was so still.
I wanted...God I wanted...more
Wanted to suck and pump more pre-cum out of it.

And...then my will power failed and
I began to suck...
to suckle
being so careful not to move my head
I suckle and so so love the feeling
I feel such a deep appreciation for having his
thick, warm, silky soft cock in my mouth

Periodically, his cock twitches and it almost makes me begin to move my head
Each time it twitches, pre-cum oozes into the back of my throat.
I gag one time and immediately go back to holding it and suckling.

Eventually, Master takes my head and fucks my mouth a bit.
I absolutely love it when he takes my head
and fucks up into my mouth.
I love that feeling!
I'm so damn horny...so desperate.

He pulls me off and tells me to grab my lunch,
sit quietly at his feet and eat.

I so want to be a good girl.
I so want to listen all the while being so desperate.

I reluctantly go make my lunch...and we watch tv
and when I finish my lunch
I put my plate away, and Masters
and this time I sit back down in front of him
I put my hands behind my neck.

Sir puts his hand on my laced fingers
he holds me there for a bit.
I then move open my legs and feel so vulnerable.
so submissive
so lovely.

He then puts his hands on my elbows and stretches them back.
I love the thought of him stretching me physically
I love that I'm stretching emotionally...
working on my submission
working on my openness

He stretches...then holds...then stretches.
After a bit, he tells me to go into our room

He tells me to lay over the bed once again
He gives me the last one hundred
of my THOUSAND swats
with his hand.
He's spanking hard...harder than I would expect.
I'm so warmed up...it feels ...amazing!
but by the end...I'm beginning to cry.
He steps in behind me,
rubbing his hard, jean clad cock against my hot ass.
He pulls me up and hugs me from behind
I feel enveloped by my Master.

He tells me to climb up on the bed and lay on my back
I do so and he disappears into our closet.

He walks back out and chastises me
for not having my pussy shaved...
it's been a few weeks and is very fuzzy.

He reaches over and grabs a large rectangular wooden hair brush.
He spanks my pussy,
20 times with the hair brush.

I put my legs slightly together at about 13.
I am trying so hard.
But it's also so so so intense!

Immediately after the 20th,
he climbs on top of me
He fucks me.
So wonderfully!
He cums inside of me,
rolls us over onto our sides
and holds me.

Bliss!

When He Spanks Me

Sir holds my arm, bent behind my back
my back to his front.

"Bend over."
"Please, I just want a hug."

"I'll give you a wonderful embrace,
just as soon as I have reddened your ass.
Now bend over."

I bent over and Sir rewarded me.

He bent me over,
pulled down my pants
and gave me Six of His Best.

Then pulled my hips back to slam
against his ROCK HARD COCK.

Man, it's insane how much it turns me on,
how much I am GRATIFIED,
by the simple fact that he gets rock hard
when he spanks me.

I was absolutely ravenous
RAVENOUS
by the time he embraced me.

We kissed - his hands reaching and
unclasping my bra…groping my breasts.
he dipped me back and sucked hard
on the nipples he had just pinched.

When it was just more than I could handle,
I dropped to my knees
and was so desperate for his cock,
I took it…sheathed in cloth.

He yanked my hair and unsheathed his beautiful Gift.
I sucked and he fucked.
He fucked my mouth harder than he ever has.

He reveled in making me gag,
I lost myself.

So much, that when he pulled out,
I literally crawled after it…Him.

So then, on my hands and knees,
He grabbed my pony tail and held me…on my hands and knees,
then once again…SPANKED ME.
But this time it was with his BELT.

H
A
R
D

Then pulled me up to my knees,
smoothed the hair that had gotten in my face,
tilted my face up to look at him…
His eyes were molten and sexy as sin.
He caressed my face,
turned my head to the side and rubbed my cheek.
Then
SMACK
just once on the cheek.
He turned my face back, looked in my eyes and waited.

"thank you, Sir."
"Good Girl. "

He turned my face to the other side,
caressing my cheek again,
"Please, Pleeeaaase," I begged.

SMACK.

He turned my face back up to look at him.
He looked in my eyes and then
grabbed his cock…took my head
and finished fucking my mouth.

Oh how I LOVE when he spanks me!!!!

My Predicament (Part 3)

continued from My Predicament (Part 1), (Part 2)
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Time passes, my mind wanders.
I think of things done today
Things I need to do.
Our children, work,
Fantasy and fiction

I alter between vanilla and kinky thoughts.
My nipples are sore, very sore.
I sway back and forth, feeling the dildo inside.


The door opens and the light turns on.
He walks up behind me
"Oh, good girl, fiona."
"You're going to stay here
until it's bedtime for the kids."

His voice in my ear makes my stomach flip.

He spreads my legs and fucks me with the glass dildo.
In, out.
...
...
In, out.
..
..
In, out.

After I cum, I'm lost in sensation.
I'm still clamped, still bound,
still blindfolded, still HIS.

"Sir, may I ask you one thing?"
"Yes, fiona." he says, but then adds,
"That doesn't mean I'll answer."

"Sir, will you make sure that my nipples
aren't clamped for too long?
I worry about circulation."

"I'll think about it." he replies,
but I know my Sir.  He won't harm me.
I just wanted to make sure he didn't overlook that.

He caresses my body and takes to spanking,
with his hand.
Oh, that smack, that closeness,
I love to be spanked with his hand.
He rubs and grabs too...mmmmmm

He reaches around and grabs the dildo in my mouth.
He removes it...
but not all the way.
Oh, my pussy clenches and I am ..... so turned on.

He pushes the dildo back in, but instead of stopping,
he gags me with it.
He gags me.  I jolt.
My predicament...
I move, my nipples pull,
I gag and my pussy clenches around the dildo inside.

He fucks my mouth,
in and out
..
..
in and out
..
..
in and out,
then again, gags me...
nipples pulling, pussy clenching.
"Good girl."

He stops, leaving the dildo in my mouth.
He reaches down and removes the glass dildo.

Oh, I feel so empty.

He stands back up and kisses my temple again.
It's as if he's comforting me.
He takes the dildo from my mouth and I am truly empty.

But I don't have time to be bereft.
He takes the dildo that had been in my mouth and
shoves it in my pussy.

He fucks me with hard and fast strokes...
He's impatient.
He has one goal.

As soon as I cum, he removes it
stands back up, pulls back on my ponytail and
re-inserts the dildo, pussy juice and all.

Oh, it's such an erotic moment.
He shoves it in deep, then sets my head so
my chin is resting on the shelf.

He re-inserts the glass dildo and
as he fucks me, removes one nipple clamp...
AAAHHHHHHH FIRE!
then the other!

once again...that pain/pleasure combination!

He unzips his shorts and
from his pants pulls out his hard cock.
He rubs it on my naked ass.
I can feel his arousal, making my ass sleek.
"Feel what you do to me, fiona." he says.

He tells me to close my legs and keep the dildo in.

He steps up close behind me.
He reaches his hands around and cups my breasts and
twists and tugs my sensitive nipples and I moan,
they are hyper sensitive.

He kisses my temple, then turns around and leaves.

Lights go out.
Door to the closet is shut.
Door to the room is locked and shut.

It's dark, music playing and I wait for my Sir.

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Short Circuited

After I posted Setting the Scene, there were several comments about my next post.  

Um, well, see...I didn't have one.  

I simply had a clear picture of what I did before I was short circuited. 

(this is what happens when I don't take notes)

So, I thought I would post what my memories are of the rest of the scene...

(or the small amount that I can remember).

The Crop and My Flight of Surrender

So, I Playfully tapped Sir's bottom as he walked past.  
I KNOW.  
I shouldn't have done that.  
I know.  I really do.  And yet. 
And Yet, I simply can't help myself.  

He rounded on my immediately, with an air of hostility.
He grabbed a fist full of my hair, right at the base.
He squeezed his fist and pulled my hair.  
At the exact same time, he pushed my head onto the bed.

He spanks my ass hard with his hand, 
but as I have jeans on, it's simply thuddy.
He then lets go and tells me to pull my pants down and 
get back into position, as he walks away from me.  
He follows that up with an authoritarian, "NOW!"

I do so and feel him behind me again.  
This time, it is not a thud, 
it's an off the bed, hands to my ass,
scream for mercy thrash with his belt. 
Oh, holy hell.  He left is all on the line there.

He commands me to get into position, hands high above my head
of course adding in his growl of "Now."

I comply, but warily.  I remember to breathe.
He lashes my ass with authority.  
It is hard.  I'm having a hard time processing.
I'm focused on breathing and staying in position.
"You like the belt.  Isn't that what you said?"

He's so right.  I do like the belt.  But it hurts.
There's been no warm up.  
He was pissed.  He wasn't playing around.
He's whipping my ass and it fucking hurts.

After...um...a bunch?  Oh hell, I have no idea how many,
He stops and declares, "Clear off my bed.
I want you back in position with the bamboo - NO, with the crop."
He adds as a warning, "And you'd better hurry."

I stand and rub my bum.  I'm sure I'll feel welts.
I look in the mirror and see amazing red stripes.
Oh, it's like my most exciting Girl Scout Badge of Honor!
I quickly put things on our bed away grab the crop.
He lays on his side of the bed and he commands,
"Grab a pillow, put it at the end of the bed and lay down, fiona."
I do so and quickly lay on my belly, 
assuming he's going to continue his assault on my ass.
"No, fiona.  Roll over and put your hands up."


I roll over and put my hands up and hold on to the root rail.  
He starts with the crop, rubbing the leather nub across my nipples.
After he has rubbed it to a stiff peak, he begins to crop.
He hits them hard.  Consistent and straight on.  
It stings every time he hits it. 
Typically when he hits my nipples, it turns to a lovely burn.
But he's hitting dead on and hard and it stings.

When he's assaulted my nipples sufficiently,
he pushes my knees apart.
YIPEE (what the fuck is wrong with me, right?)
He begins to softly crop my mons.
He crops around and then periodically over my clit.
It's not directly on my clit, it's my lips.

It feels so so good.
He's not zeroing in on any one spot.  
"Are you in subspace?" he asks...
OK so I find that hilarious...him actually asking - matter-of-fact-like
besides the fact that he knows the word.  
I'll have to ask him where he learned that 
as he doesn't read any blogs that I don't put in front of him.

"No." I reply simply.  
He rubs the tip of the crop down - outside of my hole.
Oh God I want!  I beg for him to fuck me.
Fuck me with the crop.
Fuck me with his finger.
Fuck me with...ANYTHING.  

He takes the crop back and begins assaulting my mons again.
He crops down over my clit and back to my thighs.
I'm breathing more, quicker.  
My clit is sensitizing.  I can tell.
He wheedles the tip of the crop into the top of my lips.
Opening my pussy.

He goes back to cropping - hard.
It feels soooooo good.
He rubs the tip against my whole slit.  
He further opens me up.
I'm now completely exposed and 
He crops directly on my clot.

Oh I cum, hard!
I see stars, literally.
My whole body trembles while my insides convulse.

He commands and I roll over.
He crops my ass, but now I AM floating.
I process that he's striking, but I feel nothing.
I'm jelly, relaxed and enjoying the ride.
I respond to nothing.  I simply am.
I am like an objective outside observer in my beating.

Then he pulls me out...out of my flight of surrender.
I can't remember how he did it, but I clearly remember him doing it.
I didn't want to come back down.  
But that is where he wanted me.  
So here I am.

He continues his assault on my ass...
but now it hurts, now I feel, now I respond.

He pulls my hair and bends me so I can suck his cock.
His beautiful hard cock.
He gives me this gift to suck and I relish it!
I suck, I stoke, he crops. 

He crops my thighs and feet 
as I lick and suck and worship his cock.
As he's getting close, he sets me atop his cock
and fucks my pussy so we can
cum together and collapse.
What a flight my Pilot, my Sir, My Dom took me on!

Where Was I? (Part 2)

(Continued from Part 1)

I will myself to not let myself go to the floaty place that my mind has one foot inside.  I stand up, kind of shakily.  I get to work...One foot in front of the other.  I seem uncoordinated, almost drunk.  But with each step, with each task accomplished, I am on more solid footings and am returning to my own mind.

When I finish, Sir tells me to bring him the toy box.  I quickly get the box from the closet.  He unlocks it and takes the penis gag and puts it in my mouth.  I gag a bit on it as it hits the back of my throat.  He takes my head and kind of shoves me toward the end of the bed.  He's handling me a bit roughly and my mind is quickly sailing away.

He squirts very cold liquid along my tight opening and takes The Dildo and rubs against my opening.  My mind races.  He hasn't stretched me, prepped me, opened me ... hasn't played with me with his fingers.  How the hell am I going to take that?  He continues to rub up and down and when he reaches the rosebud opening, he pushes gently.  I know what he's going to do and I know I need to breathe and relax.  I try.  I feel it go in but it burns.  I tense.  He doesn't stop.  I make noises, but of course being VERY gagged, grunts is about all that comes out.

I want this.  I want him to play with my ass so desperately.  But it burns.  But I want.  But ... As he continues to pump The Dildo, the burning starts to ease and the pleasure increases.  I feel the throbbing of my clit, the stroke of The Dildo, the pleasure.  Oh, my pussy starts to convulse which causes me to tighten around the dildo fucking my ass.  I'm grunting in a low guttural feral way, cumming hard.

After pulling the last bits of my orgasm out of me, he shoves The Dildo deep into me.  He pulls my hair so that I'm bent in half and reaches down removing the gag.  He takes my head and holds my mouth over his very hard, very thick cock.  Oh, his head is gleaming with pre-cum.  I licked my lips, both as a mindless symbol of eagerness for something tasty as well as wetting my lips so they could slide more easily over his cock.

He releases my hair and leaves me to my own devices.  Oh.  I take his cock with reckless abandon.  He is salty and slick.  Oh, I adore his taste.  He's soft, his skin is silky.  His head is so thick and the shaft is strong and steely.  I push my head down to the base, gagging myself and then suck hard on my upstroke.  All of a sudden The Dildo is moving out of my ass.  I tense thinking that I've inadvertently pushed it out.  But it wasn't being pushed out, Sir had reach around and began fucking my ass again.  With that realization, I refocus on the blow job he was allowing me to give him.  My body begins to vibrate with sensation.  I open my mouth to scream as I let my mouth completely envelop him.  I cum, he's fucking my ass.  Oh it feels.  Oh it's amazing.  But I'm cumming again knowing that I'm gagged with HIS cock this time.

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 3)

This is continued from Part 1 & Part 2...more to come...

I am warm, comfortable, and calm.  I feel the enormous dildo in my pussy.   I am secure in my place and His.  As I am bound, collared, gagged and blindfolded, I am exactly how he wants me to be and exactly where he wants me to be.

I hear him walking down the hall.  I hear him open the door.  He walks over to me, pulls up his flannel shirt that was covering me and opens my legs.  He sits on the bed beside me and places a hand on my thigh, gently holding it in place.  Oh that hand is so gentile and comforting, yet wields the power take what he wants.  He begins to masturbate me slowly.

"Now fiona, I want you to tell me if you get sore.  Do you understand?  If you're sore, it's ok. I'll flip you over and use this in your ass.  Do you understand me, fiona?"

"uh-hu" I grunt through the ball gag.  Wow, that threat  statement, fills me with desire, deep and dark.  I simultaneously want him to use The Dildo in my ass and am terrified that I won't be able to take it - it's huge remember.  Oh, what is wrong with me?

He stands up, tells me to leave my legs butterflied.  *FUD*, he flogs my inner thighs.  He hits one and then the other.  Ah, it feels soooo good.  He moves so he's flogging my puss.  The small falls are tied in tiny knots.  They wheedle inside the folds of my pussy.  The larger knots hit my mound, my thigh, Ahhh.  He moves the falls upward and begins to flog my breasts.  It feels so good, but every time a large knot hits my nipple, my back flies off the bed.  It's like the clamps are being removed again.  They are so sensitive!  Oh, how I love to be flogged EVERYWHERE!  It's insane!

He puts the flogger down and leans in.   He sucks my nipple and it feels so good.  It feels like hot velvet engulfing my nipple.

He kneels on the bed and grabs my hair.  He pulls me up - as far as I can go given my restraints.  He pulls the ball gag out of my mouth and commands me to open my mouth.  He shoves his cock to the back of my throat and holds my head there.   As if I wasn't blazing before, I begin to suck like my life depended on it.  I am ravenous.  He reaches between my knees and moves the dildo in and out.  As he reaches a good pace with the dildo, he pulls my head on and off and is fucking my mouth at a pace that matches the dildo.  My mind goes blank and that electric surge, that starts in my core - moves quickly to my fingers and toes begins.  The electricity of my climax then surges through my limbs to my pussy and all of my energy flows to my pleasure points.   I feel so humiliated, so objectified, so used and taken and controlled.  Oh, how I love this!

*KNOCK*   *KNOCK*   *KNOCK*

ARE  YOU
F  U  C  K  I  N  G
KIDDING ME?????

He quickly sets me back down, pushes the dildo far into my pussy, zips up his pants, and walks to the door.  With an evil tone to his voice, he tells me not to move and giggles under his breath.

AARRGGHH!!

Kinky Vanilla

Well, I read a post by Kitty about Vanilla Sex.  Her post made me thing about vanilla in my life.

Sir and I had PLENTY of vanilla sex in our 20+ years.  We've always had a great sex life...sleeping together (in the biblical sense), typically, 3-4 times a week.  We've been best friends from our first night together.  No, there was no sex that night...just talking.  ALL night.  We saw sunset and sunrise.  We've made love in many positions and gone to sleep sated, happy, and connected.  There was nothing wrong with our vanilla sex life.

My First Pair of Handcuffs

With all that said, we started with kink in our relationship, to some degree, but never named it as kink.  Within the first few months of sleeping together, we spanked.  I loved being spanked.  I can't remember the first dildo that he bought or the first vibe, but I've had them a long time.  I purchased our first pair of handcuffs and gave them to him as a gift over 20 years ago.  They weren't the pink fuzzy ones, they were metal police type cuffs and oh, was I in!  I have loved bondage and rarely, if ever, get my fill.  We've had crops and floggers and clamps...you get the idea.

We've had kink AND vanilla for as long as we've had us.  But the vanilla has historically been along side the kink, some nights this and some nights that.  As I have blogged before, our kink became more focused a little over a year ago.  Where we had been forever switches, we became D/s with sole-positions of D and s.  So for a year we've been settling into our roles.  As the months go by, the vanilla seems to appear less and less in our sex-life.  Now-a-days, the periodic blow job instead of a face fucking - meaning no hands in my hair, no loss of control, no force, is the closest we typically get to vanilla sex.

I have tried to initiate making love to my husband a couple of times.  We typically evolve into D/s - where I am clearly giving my power over and he is clearly taking my power and HE is in charge.

So I sit here, typing this post and am contemplating where we are.
       Do I miss it? 
              Do I miss the vanilla?  
       Am I not making love when we are sleeping together with our D/s in full view?  
Do we not connect on the same level when there are the trappings of bondage, toys, spankings?

I am LOVING my kink.  I don't miss the vanilla in my sex-life.  I do not miss it, because
       

I have vanilla inside my kink.  

• From each tender kiss to every loving spank.  
• From each sappy phone conversation that begins with an equally husband-specified sappy ring-tone to each tug, bite and clamp of my nipple. 
• From each snuggle, spooning close at night to each flog as his hand rests strong and sure against my back.  
• From each dinner conversation and parenting moment to every whisper of ownership in my ear.  

I love my kink AND I love the vanilla that lives within...

and I don't feel incomplete at all.

Not Just in the Bedroom

Growth.  I have found such peace, contentment, happiness, eroticism and ecstasy in my submission.  As I grow in my submission, Sir grows in his Dominance.  He pushes my limits and explores my submission, and not just when we are in our bedroom.

We were staying with vanilla friends of ours this past weekend.  Now, typically, I have been a very opinionated, sometimes challenging, often cheeky wife.  I have found that though I still very freely share my opinion, I am much more respectful and much less cheeky than I used to be.  I like that.  I am proud of that.  I feel better about myself, that I am learning to speak my mind in a respectful way.  

I wanted to share two small things which had a huge effect on my psyche, among other things.  At one point my Sir and our friend were talking in the living room.  He asked me to do a couple of things - both of which were very reasonable.  I did them and when I came back, he told me in a very normal voice, "You are such a good wife, aren't you?"  Our friend glanced at me, as this was out of character.  Typically Sir wouldn't have made a comment like that and if had done anything similar, I would typically have some response that ranged from very cheeky to scathing.  I would have liked to ignore his statement, but darned if he didn't ask me a question, making it so I had to answer.  As my pussy clenched and stomach did a somersault, I smiled and looked at him and said, "I hope so."  Our friend smiled at me, then went back to his discussion with Sir.  I was flooded with emotion.  I loved the affirmation that I was a good wife.  I was mortified loved that he said it even though our friend was there.  I was so content, happy, gratified, excited, turned-on, proud, satisfied.  

I looked at him later, when we were alone, and said, "You're getting more brazen."  He looked at me, pulled my hair tight (which of course pulls that invisible string inside of me) and whispered into my ear (which electrifies me) and said, "You need that, don't you?"  I just melted.

YES I DO!

Later that night, we had been out with some friends.  We were getting ready to go into a bar and I was annoyed (not with him).  We were walking in last and right there, on the sidewalk, he grabbed my hair, pulled me back two steps and gripped tight.  He once again whispered in my ear.  "Be Good!  You.  Are.  Mine.  I want you to be a good girl.  Do *pulls hair* you *pulls hair* understand *pulls hair* me *pulls hair*?"  What is a good girl to do?  "Yes, Sir" I say immediately.  I am back, I am reset, I am compliant, I am his and I can do anything!   Oh, I may be a bit wet too =)

Oh how I love TTWD!  Oh, how I love my Sir!

Puppet Orgasmed to Tears

His lips are on mine, soft and loving. You know how some kisses are just...luscious.  His tongue dancing with mine, heating, building urgency.   His hands on my head, our bodies lying flush against each other.  I can feel him hardening against me.  There is an energy around us and an intimacy that is palpable.

He had been so loving and so gentle.  Our kiss breaks and I look into his eyes.  He gazes at me and I whisper,  “Make love to me.” 

He holds my gaze.  His eyes seem to darken, I don’t know how he does it without a word, but he Doms-up.  He is not my lover, he is my Sir, I am his sub, I am His.  I know my place.

One of his hand that had been gently holding my head during the kiss, tightens and my hair pulls taught. The other hand moves and gently caresses my cheek.  Oh, I can feel my insides clench, by stomach drop, my pussy moisten.  I lean into his hand and close my eyes. 

*slap* 

Not hard, just claiming.  “Mmmhhh,” I moan.

And the mood  is set. 

He rolls onto his back and I move to curl around his body.   I open my mouth and hungrily begin to give his hardness the attention it deserves.  I kiss, lick, slurp, suck.  He reaches his hand down and starts to play with my erect nipples.  He pinches, I suck…he rolls, I suck (mmmmm) …he squeezes, I suck (ohhhhh) …he flicks, I suck…

The fire is burning, the energy builds.

He moves his hand down and pulls me off of my side, onto my knees, my head still buried on his head.  He spanks and a rhythm builds.  He’s striking me as he lifts his hips and pumps his cock and pushes down my throat.  I moan.  It’s mind-numbing – all of the senses that are being stimulated.  My backside is stinging, my insides turning, my mouth full, gag - my breath taken away - remember to breath.

And just like before, he suddenly shifts, putting his palm on my sex.  He grasps – he squeezes, I freeze -  stop breathing.   Once again, he claims me.  He releases me and quickly puts his thumb inside.  I am dripping, there is an obvious squishing noise as he moves his thumb in and out and I'm building to a fever pitch.  I’m sucking – harder – I’m moving up and down his penis like it is the piston on a freight train.  He’s moving, curling his thumb and hitting the most amazing love button inside.  And I feel myself, I feel the energy surging, I feel the build…and I impale myself on his cock while I start to pulse around him.  My orgasm a title wave, washing over me.

I figure this portion of our show is over, I have cum.  He keeps his thumb in me.  It's time for him, time for him to cum, but I need a minute.  I breath – no more accurately, I pant.  Then comes his command.

“Squeeze.”

nothing

That’s right, I heard him but I don’t think I processed anything. 

“Squeeze it, Fiona!” he commands again.

He knows, I cum much faster and it is much more intense when I squeeze against that which impales me.  When it is his finger, there is no half-assing it, he can tell.  I’ve got to be all in.  I refocus on him.  I lift my head up and begin to pump again on him.  I redouble my suction, the seal my lips make around his girth.  I pump feverishly and … squeeze.  OHHH.  OOHH.  His thumb moves, he pushes it in and hits my pelvis - forcefully.  At the same time he hits, he curls his thumb under my pubic bone.  Ahhhh – I suck – I moan – I squeeze – i, i.

I cum.  I am impaled on his thumb and I cum like the puppet I am.  He pauses and I pant and he starts again.  Oh no – Oh no – Oh no.

i cum

I am rung out, I am spent.  I can’t breath, I can’t catch my breath, my head is literally swimming.

“SQUEEZE IT FIONA!”

Oh I can’t.  I can’t squeeze again, I can’t cum again, I can’t. 

I squeeze and he starts again.  My mouth is wide open, holding his dripping cock.  I can taste his salty precum as it slides down my tongue from the back of my throat.  I start to build and I start to grunt and groan and moan.

AHHH SO INTENSE – SO MUCH – SO MUCH - AHHH 

I am simply his puppet.  His thumb in me moving me as he chooses.

the world stops … nothing

I have no idea of time …my mind is blown.

He grabs my hair, pulls and starts to move my body.  He positions me over him – on top of him. I’m sure he’s talking, he may have been all along.  I have no idea, I have no hearing.  Everything is silent in my head. I lower onto him because I am exhausted and my legs are jelly.  I am close to cuming just upon entry.  After the priming,  I am set to blow.  I rise up – my hands fly to my face, tears streaming down, my mouth opens and I …

“AAAAHHHHHHHHH,”  I SCREAM and I CUM!!!!!!!

FUCK!

I’ve been orgasmed to tears, his good little puppet.

Thank You, Sir!

I am not an overly dramatic person and I do NOT cry easily or often.  Upon receiving some upsetting news, I free
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Maybe I was just at an especially sensitive emotional place prior to getting the news.  I sent Sir a text and said I was Angry, Frustrated, Sad and Scared.  I explained why and asked for help.  So, that's also another thing I don't do often...ask for help.  He called before leaving work and I cried.  He talked to me all of the way home and I cried.  He explained that he was going to help me.  That he would watch over me and make sure I was ok.

He walked through the door and set down his bag.  With my head down and tears streaming down my cheek, I walked over to him.  He put his arms around me and hugged me, tightly.  I felt enveloped.  He tangled one hand in my hair and I knew he was going to exert his power over me and expect me to respond.  I wasn't feeling submissive.  I was sad.  He held onto me - simply held tight.  One arm tight around my back and the other fisting in my hair.  I cried on his shoulder and he made sure that I felt secure.  

After I stopped crying he pulled my hair down so my face tilted up.  He gently kissed my mouth.  He kissed my tears.  He kissed my eyes and cheeks.  He kissed.  His lips felt like pillows - really.  It was amazing.  Now Sir does have fabulously full lips which I do adore, but he was kissing so gently.  So thoroughly.

His tongue began to explore my mouth.  My sadness was seeping out of me.  It was like he was sucking the sadness and despair from my soul.  With the hand that was fisting in my hair tightening, he moved his other hand from my back and took a firm hold of my jaw.  He pulled back and looked at me.  He looked serious, he looked intent, he looked like my Dom.  He looked more Dom-like than I can recall him looking.  

"i need to make dinner," I say quietly looking down.

"No." He says firmly.

"i need to make your dinner," I repeat and quickly heard the same response.  He kissed me again, this time eliciting moans.  He pulled my head back by my hair and put his hand on my throat. Oh, do I love it when his hand is on my throat.  He squeezes gently and pulls my hair tighter - just to the point of pain.  "We don't have much time, but you need a spanking, don't you?" he says.  My brain immediately screams "NO - I won't ask for this!" but my mouth whispers "yes, Sir."  I know in my heart, that I need his help.  I need him.  I need him to spank me.  Oh - how can I admit that to myself?

Right there in the kitchen, he spanks me six times, rapidly and firmly.  I'm starting to feel heady...starting to feel fuzzy ... starting to feel better.  He takes me into laundry room and closes the door.  I notice something on the floor.  Bending over to pick it up so that I can move further into the room, he spanks me once, then removes the item from my hand and drops it on the floor again.  I know that his intent was for me to bend back over.  Well...being the good submissive that I am, I bent right back over.  He proceeded to spank me.

"Say it, ask me fiona," he says.
"please," i whisper.

"ASK me fiona," he says.
"Please, Sir.  Please spank me," I say a little louder.

"Good Girl," he praised me.  He spanks me rapidly in the SAME spot.  Oh, I'm feeling vibrations going through me...it acts like an emotional reboot.

He helps me stand up and pushes me back against the sink. The stability of the sink is welcome, as my legs feel like a Jenga tower with too many blocks pulled out. He reaches behind me, undoes my bra, takes it off, and begins to pinch my nipples.  He isn't being gentle.  He is making sure I know he is in control.  My nipples are burning - oh they feel so good.

He takes one of his hands and pushes my hand against his enormous cock.  "Please, Sir, Please.  Please let me suck.  Please, please, Please Sir."  I am all but begging.  He puts his hands, solidly on my shoulder and pushes me down.

I unzip his pants and it's there!  Oh God - i need...I need...I...!  I kiss his head and it is so soft - silky smooth.  He has a bead of cum on the tip.  I have a sudden surge of insane excitement, need.  I'm like a kid in a candy store.  I suck .. no .. I suckle at his head.  It tastes like the best ice cream, the richest dark chocolate, a perfect carmel.  I suck very hard and take him further into my mouth fully.  He puts his hand, calmly and firmly into my hair and pulls my head onto the full length his cock.  He pushes down my throat.  Unh!  I'm groaning, I'm moaning, oh I am so close to cuming.  He's holding my head.  I am controlled.

I open my mouth, but don't completely remove his cock for fear he take it away.  I look up and see him looking down at me.  My Sir, my Dom is looking at me with knowing eyes, with love, with compassion.  I feel better.  I feel home.  My mind screams out, 'Oh, Thank You Sir!' but instead i whisper, "Please feed me, Sir."