I almost forget how much I enjoy seeing the look on my new bf’s face when we are playing. It’s a heavenly mixture of fear and arousal that gets me wet just thinking about it.
We’ve been playing on and off when we see each other at night. One night he begged me to spank him; to turn his ass cheeks red. I obliged humbly as he knows spanking is one of my top three favorite things to do to him. I’ve noticed that he’s been calling me ‘Mistress’ more and more frequently (if you remember he never referred to me by name for the first 2 months he knew me) and I can’t deny that I like the shivers it gives me. As his stress level increases so does his submissive tendencies.
It’s really got me wondering if for him, the two are tied together, if this really is something that helps him de-stress. How many times have you thought to yourself, “I just wish someone would do this for me” or “I wish I didn’t have to make this decision”? That’s essentially what happens, by putting me in charge, if only for a couple of hours he is able to let his mind wander freely and just enjoy being my slave and serving me however I see fit.
We’re feeding off each other like symbiotic sexual beings, he craves, I deliver, and the cycle continues.
I helped him move out of his old apartment this week, it was 6 grueling hours well past sunrise of carrying things up and down three flights of stairs, packing cars, driving, and doing it all again. We were exhausted at 8am when we all but passed out like worker bees in my bed.
My muscles ached, I was tired, hungry, sleepy, frazzled and when he touched the outside of my pussy lips, I realized I was also slightly horny. Here we were, two highly sore meat sacs still wanting to fuck each others brains out. But first there would be some teasing, some biting, scratching, hair pulling, and sucking. He’s gotten rather good at sucking…he was always good with his mouth, but now he sucks my toes, my fingers, my nipples till they perk up, and anywhere else he can get his mouth. It’s definitely a feeling I am enjoying. By the end of it all I was too worn out to even resist him parting my thighs and sliding his rock hard cock between them. I usually like to be the one to give the ‘go-ahead’ for intercourse but that night I couldn’t even muster a “slower please”. I was like putty.
For this night of moving, now with getting up for work a few short hours ahead, I told him that he owed me…big.
“Anything you want Mistress, you name it,” was his truthful reply.
So I waited and I thought about it…and I decided what I wanted. Then, last night before the throws of sleep crept upon us I whispered in his ear.
“I know what I want.”
“You always do,” he mumbled into his pillow.
I laughed, “No, for helping you move, I know what I want.” I said again.
He didn’t say anything.
“Don’t you want to know what it is?” I goaded him.
“Yes Mistress, tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want 3 things,” I begin.
Now he turned his face towards mine. I beamed back at him.
“Okay 1) I want you to make me dinner one night. 2) I want to go somewhere with you, somewhere that isn’t my bed and 3) I want you to be my slave for 24 hours with no limits.” The words tumbled from my mouth.
“Okay Mistress,” was his reply.
“Okay? That’s not too much is it?” I asked.
“No Mistress, I told you whatever you wanted. But no limits means that I cannot speak freely?” he asked.
“Yes, and you know I don’t like the words ‘No’ and ‘Why’ unless you ask permission to ask a question.” I stated.
“So no limits? I do whatever you say?’ he asked again.
“Yes, unless it will cause death,” I told him honestly.
“Okay Mistress. I promise to make you proud,” he said before kissing me fully on the lips and turning over to sleep.
It’s nights like last night I miss seeing him naked, collared, and ass red for me. But really…he’s in for a fun filled night because doesn’t really know what he’s agreed to!