Freedom
I post this knowing that I risk sharing an intimate part of myself that is not often exposed.
I can only benefit from expressing myself as a vulnerable human being.
It seems that many of you think that a Dominant person, male or female, should be unloving, unfeeling, and cruel. I am none of those things though my slave and those that have belonged to me will argue the contrary on the last point.
I awoke in bed beside him with his cock still nestled inside of me. I tried to free myself from his grasp to empty my bladder but he clutched me to him and cried out.
"Please don't leave me." I wanted to cry. I stroked his face until he relaxed into snoring. His arms relaxed and I was able to sneak out of bed.
I stumbled around, unfamiliar with his place in the dark, until I found my way to the toilet without a light. My hips ached, my back throbbed, my cunt was sore. My breasts were bruised. We had made love in every way possible since the day we met. He kept up well in a perpetual state of arousal and never strayed far from me when he did not have to. I didn't want to wake him with the toilet flushing so I debated how I could keep him sleeping when suddenly I heard his voice in a panic.
"Mistress?! MA'AM?" He thought I'd left. I flushed the toilet and he rushed into the bathroom, flooding it with light and nearly blinding me. He tossed himself onto me, kissing and caressing my thighs while I stroked the peach fuzz on his head. How could he think I'd have left? My clothes were on the floor. I smiled a little as he relaxed his embrace.
"Let's go to bed, pet." I said softly.
He stood and helped me to my feet. I saw the nearly healed welts on his body and I touched them, he winced and pushed into my touch. His cock became erect and he blushed. I laughed at his bashfulness. This middle aged white man was completely responsive and receptive to all of my twisted desires. I grabbed his cock and led him back to bed. I just wanted him to make love to me. Gently. Passionately. I just wanted to feel as if I could never tell where he ended and I began.
I stroked him slowly, feeling the velvet softness of his shaft contrasting with the slick smoothness of his head. He was hot flesh covering a rigidness like steel. He reached out and touched the hollow of my neck, touched my collarbone. Between my breasts. I moaned as we fell into the bed. I wanted to wait, touching and kissing until I could not stand feeling empty, until I could feel myself close to orgasm. We kissed, moaning in the dark, touching each other, tasting each other. There were so many acts of love So many moments when he made me feel like a goddess.
"J." I called out. It was my turn to question whether he was here with me. Whether he was ready to be joined to me. He thrust into me without me having to tell him. He anticipated my needs. I arched into him as he eased inch after inch into me. I touched his welts, pulling him deeper. He was finally as deep as he could be and I moved my hips to feel his pubic hair against my clitoris. My whole body was on fire. My orgasm was the lip of an abyss and I was teetering on the edge. I closed my eyes and jumped, falling headlong into the pleasure of our union.
"I love you!" I moaned, screamed. He groaned and moved inside of me, on top of me. His groans turned to moans and he was free. I couldn't stand it any longer and I came, my orgasm ripped through me like a storm. I kissed him, sucking at his beautiful mouth until I couldn't breath.
"Mistress…" I could hear it in his voice. He was ready but he needed permission. I pulled away and looked into his eyes and he knew.
He thrust as deep as he could, the head of his cock touched my most inner parts. I wrapped my legs around him. I hugged him to me tight. My breasts against his chest. An orgasm was threatening us. I squealed and kissed him and let myself be consumed. He cried out against my lips and I felt him become more rigid. I felt him swell inside of me with such intensity. I felt him throb as we came together. As he came inside of me at the moment that I came around him. He held me tight and kissed me, sucked my lips,I was home.
We lay together until our hearts returned to their normal rhythm. I was back in the position that I awoke from. sleep was calling me, tugging on my eyelids, He kissed my shoulder and my neck and mewled like a kitten.
I hadn't known he could make that sound.
"J?" I called out
"Ma'am?" he answered
I waited a few beats, a few moments before I succumbed to sleep and I whispered a question, a command...
"Be mine, wear my brand." and as I shifted into the softness of his embrace with his cock still in my body and as I fell deeper in love, he said to me, right as I was consumed by night and slumber,
"With all my heart, I live for you."
and I dreamed of love.
I can only benefit from expressing myself as a vulnerable human being.
It seems that many of you think that a Dominant person, male or female, should be unloving, unfeeling, and cruel. I am none of those things though my slave and those that have belonged to me will argue the contrary on the last point.
I awoke in bed beside him with his cock still nestled inside of me. I tried to free myself from his grasp to empty my bladder but he clutched me to him and cried out.
"Please don't leave me." I wanted to cry. I stroked his face until he relaxed into snoring. His arms relaxed and I was able to sneak out of bed.
I stumbled around, unfamiliar with his place in the dark, until I found my way to the toilet without a light. My hips ached, my back throbbed, my cunt was sore. My breasts were bruised. We had made love in every way possible since the day we met. He kept up well in a perpetual state of arousal and never strayed far from me when he did not have to. I didn't want to wake him with the toilet flushing so I debated how I could keep him sleeping when suddenly I heard his voice in a panic.
"Mistress?! MA'AM?" He thought I'd left. I flushed the toilet and he rushed into the bathroom, flooding it with light and nearly blinding me. He tossed himself onto me, kissing and caressing my thighs while I stroked the peach fuzz on his head. How could he think I'd have left? My clothes were on the floor. I smiled a little as he relaxed his embrace.
"Let's go to bed, pet." I said softly.
He stood and helped me to my feet. I saw the nearly healed welts on his body and I touched them, he winced and pushed into my touch. His cock became erect and he blushed. I laughed at his bashfulness. This middle aged white man was completely responsive and receptive to all of my twisted desires. I grabbed his cock and led him back to bed. I just wanted him to make love to me. Gently. Passionately. I just wanted to feel as if I could never tell where he ended and I began.
I stroked him slowly, feeling the velvet softness of his shaft contrasting with the slick smoothness of his head. He was hot flesh covering a rigidness like steel. He reached out and touched the hollow of my neck, touched my collarbone. Between my breasts. I moaned as we fell into the bed. I wanted to wait, touching and kissing until I could not stand feeling empty, until I could feel myself close to orgasm. We kissed, moaning in the dark, touching each other, tasting each other. There were so many acts of love So many moments when he made me feel like a goddess.
"J." I called out. It was my turn to question whether he was here with me. Whether he was ready to be joined to me. He thrust into me without me having to tell him. He anticipated my needs. I arched into him as he eased inch after inch into me. I touched his welts, pulling him deeper. He was finally as deep as he could be and I moved my hips to feel his pubic hair against my clitoris. My whole body was on fire. My orgasm was the lip of an abyss and I was teetering on the edge. I closed my eyes and jumped, falling headlong into the pleasure of our union.
"I love you!" I moaned, screamed. He groaned and moved inside of me, on top of me. His groans turned to moans and he was free. I couldn't stand it any longer and I came, my orgasm ripped through me like a storm. I kissed him, sucking at his beautiful mouth until I couldn't breath.
"Mistress…" I could hear it in his voice. He was ready but he needed permission. I pulled away and looked into his eyes and he knew.
He thrust as deep as he could, the head of his cock touched my most inner parts. I wrapped my legs around him. I hugged him to me tight. My breasts against his chest. An orgasm was threatening us. I squealed and kissed him and let myself be consumed. He cried out against my lips and I felt him become more rigid. I felt him swell inside of me with such intensity. I felt him throb as we came together. As he came inside of me at the moment that I came around him. He held me tight and kissed me, sucked my lips,I was home.
We lay together until our hearts returned to their normal rhythm. I was back in the position that I awoke from. sleep was calling me, tugging on my eyelids, He kissed my shoulder and my neck and mewled like a kitten.
I hadn't known he could make that sound.
"J?" I called out
"Ma'am?" he answered
I waited a few beats, a few moments before I succumbed to sleep and I whispered a question, a command...
"Be mine, wear my brand." and as I shifted into the softness of his embrace with his cock still in my body and as I fell deeper in love, he said to me, right as I was consumed by night and slumber,
"With all my heart, I live for you."
and I dreamed of love.
10 年 前
