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Another Interesting Morning

This past Saturday, our daughter was taking her typical morning nap and MJ invited me upstairs for some naked time.

Since it usually takes her a little while to switch from Mommy mode to Sexual Goddess, we snuggled together under the covers and talked.  MJ eventually steered the conversation around to the topic of BDSM and asked me to describe my favorite punishment implements.  (My all-time favorite is her red buffalo-hide flogger, but I spent time describing my feelings on just about every tool in the toy cabinet.)

As I spoke, MJ guided my hand down between her legs and I started slowly fingering her.  It didn’t take long before we were both pretty worked up.

MJ then asked me to go into more detail about her riding crop.  What did I like about it?  (Looks very commanding, gives focused swat to specific area.)  What did the sensation feel like?  (Depends, but usually a deep sting.)  Where did I like and not like to be swatted with it?  (Like just about everywhere except my face and neck.)

Then, MJ said something unexpected:  "Get up and go get my riding crop."

While MJ and I have discussed BDSM and what it will take to slowly add it back to our marriage, MJ made it clear that I was not to expect any scenes or play time until she fully felt ready to step back into her role as Mistress.  Therefore, this ordered trip to the toy cabinet was a complete surprise.

When I returned with crop in hand, MJ ordered me up onto the bed on all fours.  She let me soak in the anticipation for a minute, me with my ass in the air savoring every moment of the experience and wondering how far she was going to go with this wonderful gift.  The next words She spoke set my body on fire:

"Stroke for me, boy."

Phew!  I reached back and grabbed my cock and started stroking myself while She began swatting my ass with the tip of her crop.  Between rounds of abuse, MJ would reach between my legs and give my balls a solid squeeze or grab a handful of my hair and pull my head back.

At one point, I tried to shift my weight a little bit to get into a better position.  MJ chastised me with the help of the crop:  "Did I say *SWAT* that you *SWAT* could move? *SWAT*"

It didn’t take long before I was in a complete emotional overload.  MJ finally stopped and laid next to me on the bed saying She was ready for the services of Her cock.

I moved over to MJ and got ready to do as She asked, but I suddenly realized that my body didn’t want to cooperate.  I don’t know if it was the overwhelming emotions or something else, but my cock decided that it didn’t want to stay hard.

Shit.

Since I was in full sexual servitude mode, satisfying my own growing lust didn’t even occur to me.  (Well, okay - that’s a little bit of a stretch.  I was acutely aware of my own desire which I knew would go unfulfilled.  However, my first thought was not focused on myself but instead on how to satisfy MJ.)  I immediately asked MJ if I could pleasure her orally instead and She agreed.

I scooted down on the bed and buried my face between Her legs, lapping gently at Mistress’s sacred spot.  MJ started tracing circles on my back with Her riding crop and giving me an occasional playful tap on the head to adjust my pace.  She also started a running monologue that sent me through the roof:  "It’s a good thing you’re good with your tongue, boy, since that cock doesn’t seem to be working.  Maybe I’ve been too generous letting you cum whenever you want.  That’s my cock and I expect it to work when I want it!"

As Mistress approached orgasm, She grabbed my hair and shouted "faster, faster!" as She rode my face to Her blissful conclusion.

After we wound down a little bit, MJ and I discussed what had just happened.  I was feeling overjoyed at the scene itself, but guilty for not being able to perform on cue.  MJ told me that she was perfectly satisfied and said she was okay as long as I was the one who had to suffer!

I got one last little D/s tease later that day.  On our way out of town for the day, we stopped at a local pharmacy to pick up a few things and MJ ordered me to pick out some nail polish for her.  We had recently discussed manicures and pedicures as part of my household service routine, so I was thrilled to see MJ actively working toward making that a reality.

I just can’t begin to explain how happy I am, getting to serve at the feet of a beautiful, sexual Goddess and also getting to experience the joys of being a Dad and a member of this incredible family.

It still amazes me how far our relationship has come in a single year!

1 Comment so far

  1. Curvaceous Dee May 22nd, 2008 9:10 pm

    This post made me smile - especially the last two paragraphs :)

    xx Dee

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