Red

I took one kiddo to a friends house and the friend's dad asked if I'd been in the sun. I said that I hadn't. He said he was surprised because my face was red. 

An hour later, Sir and I are at a store and he tells me that my face looks red. I told him what our friends said. We were both a bit confused. We check out and go to the car. I look in the mirror and sure enough, my cheeks are red. 

Then it dawns on both of us...

He slapped my face several times today during our play. 

I burst into hysterical laughter. 

Power Exchange Lights Up The Room

Last night in bed I was laying on my side 

and Sir was snuggling up behind me.

I can't even remember what I said, 

but I was ready for sleep and feeling…frustrated, maybe?!

Sir was playing with my nipples and 

I was getting aroused.

I could feel myself getting wet but I didn't want to.

I couldn't flip the switch in my head.

I put my hands up to push him away.

He moves his hand to my pussy.

He grabs it and squeezes it, hard!

He growls in my ear,

"Whose in charge?"

"Not you." I say flippantly.

He squeezes my pussy again, really hard.

"Let's try that again, whose in charge?"

"I am."

Ya, not the smartest idea…and I knew it,
but couldn't seem to keep from going there.

He smacks my pussy, over and over,
then grabs and squeezes it again.
At the same time, he bites my ear
with just enough pressure to hurt, but not badly.

"Don't fight it.  You want to let go.
You know you want to cede control.
Let it go, fiona.  Don't fight me. 

Whose in control?"
"You are." I easily reply and feel my body relax.
My power effectively exchanged, given eagerly to him.

He moves his hand and brings it up by my nipples.
"My nails are long, so I'm not going to play with your pussy."
he tells me, also adding that I need to see to his nails tomorrow.
I have a wonderful rush when he gives me things to do to care for him.

He plays with my nipples, very rough and firm.
He puts his hand over my throat and squeezes lightly,
not really restricting my air, but in a very controlling manner.

I melt.

He rolls onto his back and rolls me on top of him.
He pushes into me in one fluid movement, seating me on top of him.

"Work my cock, fiona." he commands as I begin to move.
He's touching me, rolling my nipples, scratching my breasts,
squeezing my breasts and scratching my back.
He touches my clit, circles and rubs.

I'm moaning and working myself up.
"I want you to cum on my dick, fiona."
I begin to move at a frantic pace and  he adds just the right ingredient.

He tweaks my nipples hard and then.
*SLAP*  He slaps my breast, hard.
Over and Over as I reach almost a frenzy.
"Cum, fiona.  Cum on my cock, Now."

My body explodes with such force, I quake.
My eyes are squeezed so tightly, but I can see a bright light.

As my body works it's way through the spasms,
which were strong and seemed to last forever,
I open my eyes and still can see a bright light.

I look over and see that Sir's iPod had illuminated.
It goes off, automatically, plunging the room back into darkness.

That's weird.

"What was that?"
"I don't know, let me hold you for a minute 
and then you can figure that out."

After I cleaned him up, I look at his iPod,
there was nothing that would have caused it to light up.
The timing was … really weird.
It seemed to literally go on when I came.
*insert Twilight Zone music*

The Gag

I came up stairs and bring laundry to fold...that's a constant at our house.  I set the basket on the bed and get ready for bed...changing to a soft pink nightshirt, brushing my teeth putting a few things away.



Sir walks up behind me and hugs me from behind.  I lean into him and put my head against his sheet.  I feel rubber pushing on my lips and my eyes shoot open.  I open my mouth and he's putting the new gag into my mouth...the PENIS GAG.  A moan escapes and I am on FIRE.  Isn't it amazing how quickly that can happen.  He pumps it in and out of my mouth a few times, further making me gush.  Then abruptly, he fastens the gag into place - tight...almost gagging me.  He steps away and I'm standing there....processing.  

• Ohmygod I have a penis gag in my mouth...
• it's almost hitting the back of my throat...
• can I swallow?  I don't want to drool too much...
• Is this comfortable?
• Can I suck on it...OMG I can suck on it!

I'm processing.  He watches me, takes my hand and rubs it against HIS substantial penis...HARD penis!  
"That's how much I like this.  It may be my all time favorite thing to put in your mouth, other than...ME!"

He pushes it deep into my mouth - hard and I do gag a bit.  Oh, but it is so....erotic!

He spanks me, once - HARD.  Tells me to fold the clothes and walks to the other side of the bed.  He lays down and watches me.  

I try to gather my wits about me and step forward, gag in my  mouth, strap around my head and instead of being embarrassed, I'm FUCKING TURNED ON!  (can you tell I was REALLY excited?)

I fold the clothes.  I'm a bit off balance.  He's switching channels on the TV and I'm grateful for the noise.  It masks my moans just a bit.  He is ever mindful of where I am and what I'm doing.  The minute I finish, he tells me to come over to him...on the bed.

I crawl up on the bed and he places the new GIANT T-Rex Purple Dinosaur Dildo on his chest.  He pulls out the penis gag and I suck mightily as it comes out.  I feel immediately vulnerable and empty.   Funny how I identify these feelings so quickly.  

He takes my head, placing his hand on the back of my head - grabbing my hair.  He pushes me, face down onto the dildo.  I open, WIDE...as wide as my mouth will go.  I take what I can.  I can only take the head...it's so enormous.  I'm shocked.  I will NEVER be able to take this thing.   It's ridiculous.  But I love giving it head on my Sir's chest with his hand shoving my head down.  I resist periodically as he gags me, but he doesn't stop.  If I gag and pull away, he pushes harder.  Oh I love that control that he has over me!

He my hair and flips me onto my back beside him.  He reached over to the nightstand and quickly grabbed the gag and put it back into my mouth.  He leaned over me, letting me feel his weight on my body.  He masturbates my mouth with the gag, commanding me to suck.  He pushed it deep in my throat, holding it there and waited for me to finish my gag and watch the tear drop that escaped my eye.  

He pulls my knees apart and holds one knee.  He takes his fingers and opens my folds.  He  takes the enormous purple dinosaur and rubs it up and down.  He pulses it on my clit and I am HOT.  I am moaning.  He slides it down my slick channel and lets it stop at my opening.  It's so huge, I don't think I will ever be big enough for this.  He watches me intently as he pulses it there.  I was nervous, terrified that he would try to push it in...although I was wet...I had NO lube - which would be required for this dinosaur.  But I have this gag, I can't say anything.  I can simply hold this cock in my mouth, suck or not, I can't say a thing.  So, I take my nerves and put them to work sucking.  I suck and suck and look into his eyes.  Oh, Ohgod, I love this.  He's intent and serious and sexy and my Dom!

He sets the dinosaur aside, positions himself over me and quickly places his hard cock at my opening.  He pumps in with a hard thrust and at the same time, takes his hand and gags me with the gag.  Ohgod. Oh, Oh, OhmyGod...he continues.  The autonomic response of my gag reflex combined with his cock slamming into me.   I cum apart at the seams and moan and suck and gag.  Oh, I love being so filled.

He flipped me over so I was riding him, gag fully visible and he sets to slapping my breasts.  I throw my head back, sucking wildly as he tortures my breasts while fucking me ... Hard.  We cum together - but as I had been cumming continuously for the past half hour, there wasn't any chance for that not to happen.


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After we were through, I had such a rush of embarrassment - the gag - the dinosaur - the gag.  I was in the bathroom later and Sir came in and asked how I was.  I blushed and looked down.  He came over, touched my chin and lifted my face.  "Embarrassed, huh?  No need, you know that.  I love it.  I loved ALL of it.  Did you?"

Oh, Yes Sir!

Well Played

During our evening, lounging on the couch - him sitting and me with my head on his lap, watching TV, snuggling, he would spank my bottom periodically.  It was lovely.

We went to our room to get ready for bed and he says casually, "Get the glass dildo."
I look at him, knowing he's tired, and quickly retort, "you don't have to do this."

He quickly grabs my hair, turns me around and spanks, hard and quick.  I'm catching my breath.  "Stay." he commands and in seconds is back with a hairbrush.  He applies it liberally to my backside.
"How many do you need?"  he asks.  I am still and quiet.    "Do you get to tell me what I can and can't do?" He asks.  "

"No, Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir."  I quickly retort.  I know I shouldn't have said that.  Of course he will do what he wants.  He KNOWS he doesn't HAVE to.  Why do I feel the need to say that?  Ugh....silly fiona!

"Do you understand, fiona.  Do you REALLY understand?"

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I lay naked on His bed, my legs butterflied open and the Glass Dildo in my hand.
"Put it in." he commands.  I am surprised by how slick I am.
"Go ahead, fiona.  Show me." He says.  I begin to move the dildo in and out, slowly.
"How would I do it?" he asks.  I begin to move it more quickly.

He's standing beside the bed while I'm masturbating.  He's pulled the covers down so they are pooled at my feet.  He reaches over and begins to squeeze my nipples, rolling them, pulling them, flicking them.

"Faster."  he says.  "Good Girl."

"Harder fiona."

"Oh - look at you, you are such a good girl."

I'm masturbating furiously while he plays with both nipples.   I'm feeling so objectified...so controlled....so adored.

My forearm is seriously cramping.  Like magic, he takes the dildo and fucks the shit out of me.

     I Cum, Ohmygod do I Cum!!

As it rolls through my body, I twist, closing my knees, trapping his hand which is still on the dildo.  He reaches over with his other hand and quickly shows me the error of my ways.

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

"Roll Over...Open your legs and Stay...just like that." He says.
"Good Girl."

He renews his efforts with the dildo.  Ahhh....

He takes my hand and moves it to the dildo.  He kneels beside me on the bed.  He leans over, putting his cock into my mouth.  He fucks down into my mouth and I am lost in noise, moaning, groaning, sucking, ohmygod ohmygod do I love this.  I suck and suck and he pumps deep into my mouth.  I am sucking so wildly, latched on properly.  I hardly notice when he comes, deep down my throat.  I suck and suck, long after he's spent, cleaning his cock thoroughly.  Eventually, he pulls out.

He stands up, slaps my cheek and says, "You are My good girl.  I love you little one."

Oh, A Spanking O!!!!!

So, tonight I was tired...physically and emotionally.  Raising kids is exhausting sometimes!  I was kind of being "cheeky" is how Sir puts it...I call it being cantankerous or dare I say, a pain in the ass.

He'd finally had enough.  He grabs me, hugs me, kisses me thoroughly,  then smacks my face.  As I'm trying to rearrange my, now scrambled, whits he says, "Go upstairs, take all of your clothes off, and get the cane and bamboo."

The moment I have my clothes off -like literally, I still have the item of clothing in my hand- I'm spanked. Standing up, with his hand.  He's spanking Hard, no warm up, no preamble, no placement of my body, no nothin'...'cept the thwacking of a lifetime.

He spanks me for probably two or three minutes standing - then takes my hair and lovingly places me over the bed.

He continues his spanking.  This wasn't an erotic spanking, it was a "what the fuck" spanking.  Got It!!  Point Made!  PROMISE!!

After my heal flies up off the ground a couple of times, he pulls me up, rubs my scorching hot sore ass, then pulls my chin up, kisses my forehead and points and snaps toward a plastic case.

"Get the cane and bamboo" is what was implied by the point and snap...no words were uttered.

He lays down on the bed and has a finger pointing to a spot next to him.  I lay down on bed and he redirects me to lay with my head at his feet.  He begins with the bamboo.  He THWACKS, hard and I squeeze his leg and foot.  He continues and it hurts.  My bum is already well heated and sensitive and he is holding nothing back.

I know the bamboo is mean to feel good, but damn, when you swing like that...ya, no pleasure.  After my first set, I breathe and consciously relax.  He begins again.  This time softer.  My hand is relaxed, I'm calm, it's feeling good, more sensual, I'm feeling...electrified.  I'm feeling myself floating away.  As I start to soar, my breathing picks up.

Wait.  I'm aware!  I was heading to subspace, why am I so aware, why is my breathing not slowing down.

My breathing is becoming panting. Hh hhu hhu hh. 

I'm breathing. And electricity begins to build. 

My panting begins to turn to moaning. 

Ahhh. Mmmm. Owwww. Ahhh.  Oh.

I'm feeling ... and ... oh ... I'm pulsing. 

HOLY SHIT!  I'm.  I'm.  I'm cumming. Aaahhhhh.

Bite, Slap, Whimper

My self help group for one:
Hello, my name is fiona, and I love to bite my Sir's lip (even though I know it's not appropriate.)

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So, I know I'm not supposed to bite my Sir's lip.  I know this.  I know when I do there are consequences.  But here's the thing. I love to - like really LOVE to!  I don't bite so hard that it really hurts (that's my story), but I love how it feels.  I also know, it is NEVER acceptable.

So, yep, you betcha...dumb ass fiona did just that.  I was kissing Sir in the laundry room and GENTLY bit his lip and

**SMACK**

right across my face.  Now I was expecting that I would not be able to get a way with it, but that was unexpected.  It was quick and sharp and ... shocking.  I put my head down and quickly turned away.  He grabbed my hair and pulled me immediately up against him and began to kiss me.  

I felt ashamed and guilty, I knew what I did was, not the end of the world, but not appropriate.  I didn't open my mouth.  I didn't want gentile affection.  He kissed, his tongue gently probing and pushing past my lips.  He was kissing me tenderly but firmly.  I opened my mouth ever so slightly as my body betrayed my brain.  His tongue took advantage of the opening.  He was exploring my mouth and holding me safely and strongly in his arms.  He was possessing me - loving me.  It was heady.  That mix of 

                correction + forgiveness + connection.

I could still feel the sting of his slap.  The kiss broke and he held my head against his chest and hugged me firmly.  I felt his strong body pressed against me.  Oh, I felt enveloped and safe.  

"You needed that, didn't you?"  he said.  No contempt, no teasing, simply a question.  
I buried my face in his chest and whispered, "yes, sir."

"You are going to be a good girl."  Once again, no contempt, no teasing, simply a statement.

He hugged me, released me and I turned to go.  I make it to the door and once again grabs my hair and hauls me up against him.  He grabs my hand with his free hand and pushes it against him.  I can feel him, his manhood, his rock-hard cock - pressing so hard against his jeans.  

I whimper and melt.  AHHhhhhh

A Slap in the Face

A slap in the face elicits such a depth of emotions.  I know that face slapping is VERY controversial. People either love it or hate it.  It can conjure up bad tapes from our youth or relationships which weren't healthy in some way.

Two things to keep in mind about this issue and me.  First, until we explored him slapping me in an erotic way (yes, it is erotic for me), I had never been smacked.  Therefore, I had none of those bad tapes or unhealthy relationships with regard to face slapping.    It was something that I was neither excited about or opposed to.  Second, my Sir and I have been together for over 20 years.  Yep, been together... FOREVER!  In that time, we've always pushed each other's limits.  It's funny to think that there are any left.

I don't know when the first time was that Sir slapped me.  I know I asked hinted that I was interested in it.  I believe he was apprehensive about slapping me.  I find that kind of funny because he has NO qualms with so many other things.  He spanks me, flogs me, whips me, pinches me.  He clamps, binds, and fucks me in a myriad of ways.  He's not ever seemed to have a problem with degrading or humiliating me.  He's not struggled with our power exchange.  While he has been gentile at times he has also been rough, very rough.  But this...smacking my face... he seemed to struggle more with.

The first few times he would smack me, it was a very light tap on the cheek.  It wasn't just ok with me, it was a turn on.  But I wanted more.  I continued to ask hint for more.  Sadly, looking back, I don't think I ever really asked.  I felt ashamed that I liked it so much.  You know, that old feeling that something must be wrong with me if I like this.  So much of society tells us that smacking someone's face is wrong.  Society often says it is inappropriate in ALL circumstances.

The first time he smacked me - really smacked me - open hand, firm, *smack*, I remember gasping.  I also remember the thrill, the depth of submission that I felt, the flood of wetness it produced.  I was in my place, I was His, and I was WONTON.  It was a claiming like I had never known before.  I LOVED it!  I loved it so much, I didn't care if it was inappropriate to everyone else in the universe.  I was going to deal with my embarrassment, my shame and embrace my desire!  What's more, He liked it.  He didn't just like it, he was wicked turned on!

When he slaps me, I am immediately pliable.  I am open.  Over-caffeinated-butterflies take up residence in my stomach.  Everything clinches inside and my pussy is wet, like immediately, seriously wet!  This all happens in an instant and the results are undeniable.   While it is a gross understatement to say that it excites me, it would also be an understatement to say that it excites him.

We have explored face slapping for a while and now he doesn't even have to fully slap my face to have the same effect.  He can simply caress my cheek and it evokes the same feelings.   Don't you just love Pavlov's theory in action...just a caress and I have the same physical and emotional response.  Even though I have the same response, I often will lean into his hand, silently inviting imploring him to ... slap me.

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.

*Smack* *Slap*

Warning:  Long, albeit hot, Post Ahead.

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I am sitting on the bed, just out of the shower.  My hair is wrapped in a towel, as is my clean, smooth warm, sensitized body.  I am sitting on the side of the bed, towards the top.  Sir walks purposefully up to me.  I nervously look up at him.  Nervous, you ask - why nervous?  Well, I had not made the best of choices at the end of the night where he was concerned.  I was not necessarily respectful, thoughtful, or understanding of a Sir who has worked excessive hours lately to provide for his family and is fried.

He looked at me.  He leaned down, for a kiss, I thought.  His face about two inches from mine, eyes looking through his black rimmed glasses - boring into me.  I was transfixed.  I didn't notice that his hands weren't visible.  His left hand quickly grabbed my left calf and he yanked.  YANKED and in a split second, I was on my back, towel fallen open beside me, left leg crossed to my right ear and pinned against the iron headboard. Sir's hand effortlessly moved to my ankle and encompassed the cold, hard, bed post in his grip.  

As my mind is racing to catch up with what is happening, he quickly swats my ass.  It's not a gentle swat.  What the Fuck is he doing - OW that HURTS.  He's quick.  He's grouping them.  He's hitting just the one side of my ass five times at a stint - each one a steady 8 on the Richter scale.  At one of his pauses, I catch my breath. 

"What are you doing?" I ask

"What do you mean?" he says so innocently.

"That hurts like hell, what are you doing differently?"

And with a wicked glint in his eyes, he smiles. He fucking smiles!  Argh!

 "I don't know."  

*SMACK* 

*SMACK*

*SMACK*  

*SMACK*  

*SMACK*

I throw my hands above my head.  I grab the sheets and breath.  He spanks me in the exact same spot and I have never felt it sting like it is now.  I know it's just his hand, but it's stingier than that blasted brush.  I feel like the sting goes six inches deep.  My nerves are on fire.  Even writing this today, I can FEEL exactly where he hit me!

He stops, rubs my bright red cheek.  It must be on fire.  He looks at the color.  I feel like he is overlooking his property the way he touches and observes with such coolness.  He proceeds to let go of my ankle and immediately pins my wrist against the bed.  Oh - what is he doing??  He reaches his other hand and rubs from my cheek (on my face), to my throat - giving it a quick squeeze, to my nipple - giving a good firm tug and then repeating on the other nipple.  It's as if he is just adjusting my nipples so they are in the position he wants them - perky and tall.  He leaves my other nipple and drags his finger to my...what?  He's under my arm ... 

- - AHHHH- Ha Ha Ha - - 

He's tickling me!  Now tickling has never been much a part of our play, but he's making me hysterical.

- - Ahhhhh - hahahahaha - -

I am truly out of my mind.  Laughing, gasping...

- - h h h h h h - -

My breathing is so erratic ...

I , I , i , i start to cough - I start to choke.  

Wow, well that wasn't sexy!

He lets me up and climbs on the bed.  I roll over and he pulls me into his side - with me on my back.  His arm is under my head.  I laugh and apologize for ruining the mood.  He chuckles and begins to let his hand traverse my body.  This time, he starts with my nipples - pinching, pulling, ahhh - twisting.  He moves to my throat and holds it firmly for a minute.  I gasp.  He squeezes and then puts his hand on my cheek.  

He rubs my cheek.  His hand, splayed full across the side of my face.  I lean into him.  He OWNES me.  

"Ask me."  he says.

"Ask me for it fiona!" he commands.

"please," I squeak out, my voice cracking with nervousness.

"Please, what?" he retorts.

"p," I exhale.  "please."  

he waits ...

              ... and I SCREAM internally - WHY DO YOU MAKE ME ASK?!?!

Taking a deep breath, I whisper, "please slap me."

    *slap*

                    I melt, I physically melt into the bed.  I mentally melt into him.  

"Ask me, fiona." he commands.

"please slap me."

    *slap*

"Please"

   

    *slap*     "PLEASE"  *slap*

I melted, continued heating and have ignited!  I am ravenous.  I am awash with need, with want, with desire, with submission, with NEED.  I am now moaning, twisting and turning on the bed - close to orgasm.

"Have you had enough?" he asks.  "Unh," I moan in reply.

"ASK" he commands.

"plea.."  *slap*

"Have you had enough?"

“no…” I whisper.  It’s always a miracle when I realize I actually was able to eek out the response I was shouting in my head.

“Then ask for it, Fiona”

“Ple –“    *slap*

He grabs my head off of his arm and pushes me to his crotch.  He is hard.  Oh my - He is HARD.  My stomach does a summersault.  I am always astonished when he is turned on by dominating me.  So often, let my mind eat away at my confidence in our D/s (for no good reason, mind you.)  I feel like he only dominates me because I want to submit and then there he is.  He has spanked me, prodded and pinched me, slapped me, AND He IS rock hard and using me as HE sees fit!  Oh My God I am so euphoric!

My mouth is pushed onto his cock.  It is - UNH - MMMMMMM.  I suck like my life depended on it.  I am truly hungry for HIM.  I suck, lick, kiss, lap at his cock.  I move my head franticly up and down the length of him.  

He grabs my arms and pulls me up – on top of him. "Were you as excited as I was, fiona?"  he says - almost detached.   He doesn’t slowly push his cock into my folds to then glide into me – he simply pushes straight in. 

“Come here” he commands as he grabs the back of my head and positions my ear next to his mouth.

“Oh, Fiona, you were as excited as I was. How do I know?” his voice soaring on the current of his warm, erotic breath.

Oh my!!

I’m moving on top of him at wild pace. I am almost frantic with need – with desire. 

“Tell me how I know, Fiona!” he growls

He pushes up into me – grinding his pelvis into mine.   I still.  We’re connected, we are one...and He stills.  We both cum.  I feel him shooting deep inside.   We are still!

oh my god – we are NEVER still, I am NEVER quiet. 

We cum – I clench around his cock firing into my excited, wet, needy pussy.

We are still and we are one.