What a week!
A few days ago, Syr and I were getting ready to head to bed. I had already changed into my nightgown and we were both doing a bit of last minute fussing around the kitchen and living room to get everything buttoned down for the night. Syr surprised me by suddenly pressing me against the wall and kissing me deeply, groping by body playfully at the same time. I remember giggling like a young girl, feeling the way Her hands were sneaking under the hem of my nightgown and pulling away half-heartedly lest we get walked in on. My timing was impeccable as a few moments later, we were no longer alone.
After having moved into the kitchen to get a drink, though, we were suddenly alone again and Syr wasted no time. This time, She pressed me against the kitchen counter, tugging my panties over my hips to just above my knees, Her fingers found the heat and desire there and She commented on my readiness for Her. When am I not ready for Her?
She started manipulating my body in that expert way that She does and I was very soon whimpering with need and desire against Her mouth as She kissed me deeply, making it clear that She intended to have me right there. But, then, she stopped. She pulled away, reminding me that She owed me a spanking for an earlier infraction. She leaned me over the counter, my bottom high in the air as She pressed my shoulders down. She lifted my nightgown up over my hips exposing my bottom and delivered several quick, sharp, slaps that were intense physically but also psychologically in the way that my Owner had caught me so off guard. She stood me up and pressed me back against the counter and proceeded to work me over with Her fingers until I came, shuddering against Her. She knew that, in spite of the orgasm She'd just given me that left me breathless, She had only lit the fire of my need... and I could see that evil twinkle in Her eye that made it quite clear She had every intention of stoking the flames even brighter once we were guaranteed a bit more privacy.
She made me wait though... teasing me agonizingly by continuing our evening chores, wandering by me to kiss me - causing me to tangle myself around Her and pull Her closer, demanding more as our mouths and bodies intertwined.... only to pull away just as I started to lose myself again. She repeated this again and again for likely only minutes, but it felt like hours.... before taking me upstairs to bed.
There, I knelt near Her feet. She pressed my forehead down to the carpet in front of Her and set one foot on the back of my head, reminding me both verbally and nonverbally that I am owned. She pulled me up and laid me down on the bed and fucked me quite silly. It was luxurious how in synch we were. It was sensual but intense the way that our bodies connected. We were mentally in the same place at the same time and everything just worked smoothly and perfectly. She ground Her cock into me, hard, and ordered me to cum as She did, and then continued to fuck me thoroughly until I came as many times as satisfied Her. We both collapsed afterward, neither of us willing to move. We lay tangled in bedsheets and towels, each on the wrong side of the bed and fell asleep just like that.
The following morning had me walking on air. I was blissful but couldn't get the previous evening out of my head. It was like I was stuck in my memories. I was totally unable to focus. Just thinking about the way She had taken me, had me when and where and how She liked drove me to distraction until, on a whim, I took a risk...
I headed to the washroom on a break and, once settled in a private stall, did a physical check of my cunt, fully expecting to find what I did: swollen, hot... wet... and my clit hard and throbbing. I gave in to temptation and tentatively began making slow circles over my sensitive clit. It was going particularly well and I bit down hard on my bottom lip as I replayed the scene shared with my Owner the previous evening. A certain part of me, a naughty part, knew how thoroughly pleased my Owner would be at my brazen behaviour, even though I was risking a punishment for playing without permission. I imagined telling Her about what I'd done while my fingers moved in faster, and faster circles. I grabbed my own thigh, digging my nails in deep as my muscles clenched and I arched back. I was remembering how Her cock felt as it plunged in and out of me, and I remembered the huskiness of Her voice when She growled.... "CUM!" in my ear and I did just that, holding my breath to keep myself quiet in case the public washroom had become occupied while I was distracted. I pulled myself together, washed up, and straightened my hair before heading back to work, much more able to focus.
As I suspected, my Owner clearly loved hearing about my office debauchery. I could see Her swell with pride at how driven to distraction the previous evenings ministrations had left me. It was hard to feel too guilty knowing how much of a thrill She got out of my brazen rule-breaking. Clearly it was a decision that, while naughty, brought my Owner pleasure.
Days later, She was still making proud side comments in my ear along the lines of.. "10am in the bathroom, huh?" which made me blush and wiggle as I remembered and made Her grin and strut with pride. I could feel the energy She put off when we snuggled. There is a way She touches me when She's not yet done having Her fill. She grinds against me when She spoons me. She lets Her fingers linger longer on the back of my neck, and Her touch is more purposeful. It was like that yesterday into the evening.
I had been bratting earlier in the car and She had threatened a spanking if I continued. Now, in my defense, until a few months ago, a spanking was often with Her hand or at worst a paddle and rarely a "serious" punishment. It was often a more playful one, the kind that was thrilling and erotic but not particularly disciplinary. However, since the red thing (Our friend T calls it the Wife beater as He has a matching one so perhaps I'll call it that, too).... has been reserved for very serious discipline for the breaking of, well really one very specific rule. Since the bratting earlier was something else entirely, I was NOT expecting Syr to take the Wife Beater down off the wall and tell me to roll over on the bed with my bottom in the air. I resisted, arguing that I had no idea that had been what She was threatening. Syr reminded me that She can beat me, with the Wife Beater or any other implement for Her own amusement, even if there have been no infractions. I felt this was very unjust, but couldn't argue that She HAD warned me. I just didn't realize what I was being warned about at the time. So, I did roll over, but not without a bit of 'encouragement' from Her hand in my hair.
She did not hold back and, as usual with the Wife Beater, I begged and sobbed and She still did not stop until She'd gone past what I could handle, making sure the message was loud and clear. I had no say, I am an owned slave and my Owner may do what She wishes with me and this was for my greater good. I was, as always, grateful even through my tears but She did not hold me for quite as long this time. Instead, She left me to my tears and before I realized what was happening, She was pulling me up onto my knees, my hot and stinging bottom toward Her as Her cock nudged against my cunt.
She marvelled at how much of a contradiction it must feel like for me to be so contrite and tearful while my pussy was so hot and wet and ready for Her. I can't explain how the discipline that She provides can be so intense and truly physically painful and emotionally taxing and yet leave me so ready for Her, so aching for Her... but it does. And this is the first time She has taken advantage of that since She introduced true corporal punishment into our dynamic months ago. She wasted no time plunging Her cock into me, letting my stinging bottom smack against Her. I felt so taken, so thoroughly owned, and this position is particularly intense due to the size of my Owner's cock. She did not hold back as She tangled Her hands in my hair and pulled me roughly back onto Her again and again before ordering me to cum.
After just one orgasm, She ordered me onto my back and took me that way. She was merciless and rough but tender as always in the ways that matter. It's so hard to describe how well balanced we are in bed. The way that She maintains control and intensity and makes me feel so thoroughly claimed and submissive, fully surrendered - and yet can touch me so gently and kiss me so passionately. Sometimes i feel like being this in love and this fully devoted to each other is a walking contradiction to the intensity of an Owner/slave dynamic but my Goddess - it really works.
Syr worked me over with Her cock for over an hour. I lost count of how many times I came for Her. I remember the desperate way I clung to Her body, the times She made me wait and beg as She moved slowly and the times She moved faster than I thought possible piling my orgasms on top of one another like building blocks. I remember the point I reached when I thought my clit was on fire and She sat up and away from me, bringing my own hand to my clit and ordering me to get myself off, as I had in the bathroom the other day, but this time while She moved Her cock inside me. I came explosively after that, and again... and again. I was sobbing while She fucked me with the biggest emotional release I've had in some time.
When I woke this morning, I could barely move. Every muscle in my body hurts, including ones I didn't know I had. She so thoroughly decimated me last night that my libido is almost nonexistent. My body is almost devoid of sensation in the wake of the sensory overload of the last few days and I am...
totally....
satiated.
