Dear Mistress,
Sad to end the long weekend and head back to work, though I will be curious to see the state of disarray we left my office in as we baled out on Saturday night.
You asked that I continue the blog this am with a report on our day’s activities yesterday, and I will dutifully comply. Let me know if you have any other special writing requests though for future entries.
Sunday is our “switch” morning. I let you sleep as I did yesterday’s homework and watched the DVR’d football game. Though I must admit I got a bit distracted from the game as I remembered the “good parts” for you. And while we have decided to put on the shelf the guys who applied to be your part time Dom, I did get a bit aroused when I re-read some of their responses and considered their plans for you.
So by the time you woke I was ready to do my best/worst in my temporary role as your fantasy Dom surrogate. But when I realized you were coming down with a cold, I knew that what you needed was more care and carress than the firm, cruel hand. I did put the wrist cuffs on you and linked then together, in front. But rather than put you over my knee as I had planned, I fixed them over your head to the eyescrew I had installed for such moments. You lay there quietly on your stomach, as I linked your ankles together with leather cuffs.
I then proceeded to softly stroke your lovely bottom, appreciating its texture. Some kisses were thrown in, and my hand moved to your back and shoulders to relax you. I then asked if you desired a nice spanking and you agreed (though by saying “yes Slave”; not sure you would ever really see me in the demanding Dom role you seem to want to experience).
I proceeded to give you a spanking with my hand, alternating cheeks, with a degree of firmness that was probably a 6 on the scale of 10. (Certainly Desiree’s DOM would have been move more strict, as the posting I forwarded earlier this morning would indicate. http://blog.domsublove.com/). However, there were several breaks to sooth you, rub your back and shoulders and confirm how wet you had become.
I got up for a moment, and you asked where I was going. Certainly an impertinent question for someone in a sub role, but I overlooked the transgression, and told you I would be right back. Actually I was retrieving our tube of baby oil gel, and proceeded to coat my finger and your cute little ass. As I picked up the hairbrush in my right hand, I slid that finger into your lovely bottom and you gave out a little gasp. That arrangement allowed me to firmly spank you with the hairbrush, while using two fingers (the little one slid around to play with your clit) to stimulate my little “slave for the morning”.
I simultaneously spanked and stroked you that way, speeding up then slowing down for several minutes. I would have proceeded even longer, but you came suddenly with a shudder and sobs against my hand. We really do need to work on your begging, Mistress. (It’s probably why you ultimately need someone stricter than me to set the rules for those times when you want to submit. Who knows, maybe E will be back into that mode someday).
It was “Master’s” turn then, and I entered you from behind, taking you that way for my own pleasure for a while before turning you over, and doing it straight on, until we both came one more time. At that point you asked to be released, and our “switch” was done. Like Captain Kirk on the bridge of the Enterprise, you resumed command, and Mr. Spock like me stepped aside.
When I came back from the football game with the kids later that afternoon, your first command was that I join you in the bedroom. After some talk about our imprudent Craigslist experiment (for which I should be punished), we made love again in a comforting married couple sort of way, with me starting with my mouth consuming your lovely cunt, fueling my addiction, until we continued in the traditional style. We drifted off a bit before you made dinner and I made the run to return the girls’ DVD’s.
After dinner the plan was to rest , read the Times and watch TV. It seemed we were both tired after all of the weekend activities, and you were still fighting that cold. Sitting there, watching Dexter, we were relaxed and cozy. As you demand, I was naked, my cock was hidden under the section of theTimes I was reading. At some point your hand drifted there, resting at first, then stroking a bit, and, not surprisingly, I began to get hard.
The non-slave Don might have brushed away the “distraction” so I could concentrate on Tom Friedman and Dexter Morgan. The Slave Don has no standing to object to however Mistress chooses to handle the goods.
As I grew increasingly hard and squirmy you just laughed at me. “Uncomfortable Slave?” you asked. You asked me what I wanted, and I confirmed that I now wanted to fuck you. But you said, “Not just yet, slave”, and retrieved those long black gloves, which are particularly seductive when used to gently rub my cock and balls. It was both heaven and agony as you took me to the edge several times until I begged for permission to enter you. Finally you reluctantly consented. The TV was now off, and we made love for quite a while until you came again, as I simultaneously slid my cock into you and used my fingers to stroke your clit. And then I had permission to come with a ferocity that surprised me after such a long and sexy weekend. Nice “climax” to a long weekend.
Now I better get upstairs to pleasure you before putting on your cage and heading to work.
Your slave.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sex over the "City"
Dear Mistress,
Got up early to watch the DVR’d football game and do my homework for you.
Thinking back over our Saturday, it seemed to be divided into several segments, all with some very satisfying sex of varying degrees of frenzy. Its nice to have two teenagers who can self-maintain, and leave their parents with time to get into the trouble we hope they avoid.
Our morning encounter was comfort sex. Westarted with me under the sheets as you read that posting about drive time finger-fucking by our “friends” on DomsubLove. http://blog.domsublove.com/2009/11/27/missouri-road-trip/
It brought to mind our own recent trip out west, when you unzipped me and teased me during our drive; though sub Desiree was brought to distraction with multiple orgasms. That would have been a little too distracting with me behind the wheel. And I think you enjoy frustrating me, mistress.
Then you read my homework, and all the while I was feeding on you. You seemed to come almost immediately after you put the computer down, and it was unclear what mental inspiration was behind that quick and powerful one. We then settled into some lovely love making before heading out for that morning bike ride in the cool morning air.
After my leaf raking, we settled into bed again and reviewed some of the responses to the posting we had placed the day before.
We made the posting in a possibly misguided attempt to help you scratch the itch that E’s talk of spanking and domination had awakened in you. Here it is for any interested reader:
“Casting Call for Part Time Dom
An attractive married woman looking for an intriguin , well educated man, 40-60, prepared to discretely teach me how to submit. If you want to know more about what will interest me go to the blog referenced at the Twitter page “UnderContract”, and see the entry of November 25, 2009.
If you think you are the needle in this hay stack, then respond via email or comment on the “UnderContract” blog page. I will need some accurate and detailed biographical information before making contact.”
This seemed like a fun throw away activity for us when we hatched this scheme on Friday. Quite frankly, it did not occur to me that we would get any meaningful responses in our quiet little conservative town. Yikes. Was I wrong.
There must have been 7-8 responses. Some creepy. Some dismissive. Some obscene. Some illiterate. Some provocative. Some perceptive.
Credit to those few respondents who actually read some of this blog, and knew which particular buttons to push. As we sorted through your potential Doms, deleting some, putting others in order of priority, the plan you had for me (involving your strap on) was pre-empted with the urgency of our mutual horniness. It started with some frenzied make out humping with you in your bike tights; evolved into one of those long drawn out session of my head buried between your legs resulting in a mighty, groaning orgasm; moved into my taking you from behind as I reviewed the highlights of some of the responses for you, switched then to me on top of you and, semi-finally to you on top of me. That led to one of those rare but precious moments where you broke into tears and sobs as you came.
You let me finish off gently, on top again, as your tears dried. That session left me with wobbly legs for what remained of the afternoon, and you slept as I finished up the leaves.
By evening we had recovered, and went to the movies to see “An Education” which had its own low key erotic buzz. You were dressed in that lovely cashmere dress and tights agains, and through the movie I had my hand parked between your legs, enjoying the chance to squeeze and fondle ever so gently. I was tingling and ready for you by the time the movie ended. Afterwards, our plan was to go to my office and engage in some play until it was time to pick up our moody teen and her friends at the concert.
As we drove, we were discussing your concerns about actually wading into this strange world the posting had unearthed. We concluded that the whole thing is a bit crazy, and possibly dangerous. So those applicants out there reading this, don’t be surprised if the casting call is canceled for the time being. Mistress will proceed at her own pace, if at all.
But feel free to comment here or email with your entreaties. I can’t blame you for your interest. Mistress is a uniquely interesting, attractive and sexy woman, who only recently has discovered a hankering to submit to a commanding man who “gets” her.
My office looks over the city from up high. But we have never exploited my corner office this way before. Lit only by the lights of the City and my computer monitor, you sat in my desk chair, had me take off my pants, and proceeded to suck and fondle me to a high state of frustration. When I could take no more, I pulled you out of the chair, pulled off your sexy tights and pushed you over my desk, ass extended. I again orally reviewed for you some of the come-ons from your potential doms, gave you some spanks to focus your mind, and stroked your sex with my fingers and cock. You came there with a shudder, extended across my desk. Monday morning I will have some paper sorting to do.
At that point, I was desperate for you (is this sounding too familiar?). I pulled out a blanket, spread it on my office floor, and we proceeded to fuck in the old reliable way, in earnest. I was close to the end, after a long evening of anticipation, when your text chime went off. It was our daughter, ready to be picked up NOW. Since she is the one who must be obeyed, we quickly dressed and scrambled, leaving me frustrated.
After picking up and dropping off a collection of teens , we finally got back to business. You had you tights on again, and I rolled you onto your stomach. I slid my hand around you and began a long slow rub between your tighted legs as I reviewed the days activities. In fact, all the talking during sex we have been doing lately came to mind when I saw this posting earlier this am from a good writer.
The Mindfuck « Gracie's #7E4338 It gives the concept of “mindfuck” a good name.
After you got off humping against my hand and arm, I peeled the tights off for the second time that evening, and we finally had an uninterrupted opportunity to finish the job we had started back in my office 2 hours earlier. At last.
By the way, during all that craziness we talked about me switching the M/s role with you whenever we go out of town. That way you have the assurance of keeping me caged when here, but get your chance to surrender control on occasion. But you may found that I will be a more demanding Master than you are as Mistress.
Your slave.
Got up early to watch the DVR’d football game and do my homework for you.
Thinking back over our Saturday, it seemed to be divided into several segments, all with some very satisfying sex of varying degrees of frenzy. Its nice to have two teenagers who can self-maintain, and leave their parents with time to get into the trouble we hope they avoid.
Our morning encounter was comfort sex. Westarted with me under the sheets as you read that posting about drive time finger-fucking by our “friends” on DomsubLove. http://blog.domsublove.com/2009/11/27/missouri-road-trip/
It brought to mind our own recent trip out west, when you unzipped me and teased me during our drive; though sub Desiree was brought to distraction with multiple orgasms. That would have been a little too distracting with me behind the wheel. And I think you enjoy frustrating me, mistress.
Then you read my homework, and all the while I was feeding on you. You seemed to come almost immediately after you put the computer down, and it was unclear what mental inspiration was behind that quick and powerful one. We then settled into some lovely love making before heading out for that morning bike ride in the cool morning air.
After my leaf raking, we settled into bed again and reviewed some of the responses to the posting we had placed the day before.
We made the posting in a possibly misguided attempt to help you scratch the itch that E’s talk of spanking and domination had awakened in you. Here it is for any interested reader:
“Casting Call for Part Time Dom
An attractive married woman looking for an intriguin , well educated man, 40-60, prepared to discretely teach me how to submit. If you want to know more about what will interest me go to the blog referenced at the Twitter page “UnderContract”, and see the entry of November 25, 2009.
If you think you are the needle in this hay stack, then respond via email or comment on the “UnderContract” blog page. I will need some accurate and detailed biographical information before making contact.”
This seemed like a fun throw away activity for us when we hatched this scheme on Friday. Quite frankly, it did not occur to me that we would get any meaningful responses in our quiet little conservative town. Yikes. Was I wrong.
There must have been 7-8 responses. Some creepy. Some dismissive. Some obscene. Some illiterate. Some provocative. Some perceptive.
Credit to those few respondents who actually read some of this blog, and knew which particular buttons to push. As we sorted through your potential Doms, deleting some, putting others in order of priority, the plan you had for me (involving your strap on) was pre-empted with the urgency of our mutual horniness. It started with some frenzied make out humping with you in your bike tights; evolved into one of those long drawn out session of my head buried between your legs resulting in a mighty, groaning orgasm; moved into my taking you from behind as I reviewed the highlights of some of the responses for you, switched then to me on top of you and, semi-finally to you on top of me. That led to one of those rare but precious moments where you broke into tears and sobs as you came.
You let me finish off gently, on top again, as your tears dried. That session left me with wobbly legs for what remained of the afternoon, and you slept as I finished up the leaves.
By evening we had recovered, and went to the movies to see “An Education” which had its own low key erotic buzz. You were dressed in that lovely cashmere dress and tights agains, and through the movie I had my hand parked between your legs, enjoying the chance to squeeze and fondle ever so gently. I was tingling and ready for you by the time the movie ended. Afterwards, our plan was to go to my office and engage in some play until it was time to pick up our moody teen and her friends at the concert.
As we drove, we were discussing your concerns about actually wading into this strange world the posting had unearthed. We concluded that the whole thing is a bit crazy, and possibly dangerous. So those applicants out there reading this, don’t be surprised if the casting call is canceled for the time being. Mistress will proceed at her own pace, if at all.
But feel free to comment here or email with your entreaties. I can’t blame you for your interest. Mistress is a uniquely interesting, attractive and sexy woman, who only recently has discovered a hankering to submit to a commanding man who “gets” her.
My office looks over the city from up high. But we have never exploited my corner office this way before. Lit only by the lights of the City and my computer monitor, you sat in my desk chair, had me take off my pants, and proceeded to suck and fondle me to a high state of frustration. When I could take no more, I pulled you out of the chair, pulled off your sexy tights and pushed you over my desk, ass extended. I again orally reviewed for you some of the come-ons from your potential doms, gave you some spanks to focus your mind, and stroked your sex with my fingers and cock. You came there with a shudder, extended across my desk. Monday morning I will have some paper sorting to do.
At that point, I was desperate for you (is this sounding too familiar?). I pulled out a blanket, spread it on my office floor, and we proceeded to fuck in the old reliable way, in earnest. I was close to the end, after a long evening of anticipation, when your text chime went off. It was our daughter, ready to be picked up NOW. Since she is the one who must be obeyed, we quickly dressed and scrambled, leaving me frustrated.
After picking up and dropping off a collection of teens , we finally got back to business. You had you tights on again, and I rolled you onto your stomach. I slid my hand around you and began a long slow rub between your tighted legs as I reviewed the days activities. In fact, all the talking during sex we have been doing lately came to mind when I saw this posting earlier this am from a good writer.
The Mindfuck « Gracie's #7E4338 It gives the concept of “mindfuck” a good name.
After you got off humping against my hand and arm, I peeled the tights off for the second time that evening, and we finally had an uninterrupted opportunity to finish the job we had started back in my office 2 hours earlier. At last.
By the way, during all that craziness we talked about me switching the M/s role with you whenever we go out of town. That way you have the assurance of keeping me caged when here, but get your chance to surrender control on occasion. But you may found that I will be a more demanding Master than you are as Mistress.
Your slave.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Our Slavish Rituals
Slavish Rituals
Dear Mistress,
It was nice to wake up yesterday with the big Thanksgiving feast in the rearview mirror and the crowd gone. And it’s too early to worry about the next one, a week away.
We had some lovely wake up sex yesterday, with you reading my homework assignment as I licked you under the sheets. When you allowed me to fuck you, I was particularly needy, because we had passed the night before, with such full stomachs.
Later in the day, you were taking Nora to the gym and had me put on my cage. A first on a non-work day, but very pleasing to me, a subject I will cover later on. By the time you had returned and napped, I had watched the football game, and then delivered the girls to their movie, I was anxious for release.
We laid down, you unlocked me, and my cock did that automatic spring forward thing it does when it is more than ready for action. After I washed, we made love again, gently. It felt good to be so close with no where to go anytime soon. I think I napped again afterwards. That bonus Friday off is the nice thing about staying home for Thanksgiving.
While you showered, I worked on our little posting for a part time Dom, to help you explore your sub side in ways I can’t do as your devoted slave. Not sure much will come of it, but it’s a nice little adventure for us to share, particularly since E seems off into his own world these days. He awoke a side of you that probably needs to be explored/exploited, My guess is we can find a way for that to happen.
You dressed in a particularly stimulating outfit: brown cashmere dress, going only to mid thigh. Dark brown tights. Brown suede leather boots. Delicious. And as we were getting ready to leave you got the first response to your posting, from a gentlemen who claimed he was a Dom and would be happy to “mentor” you in the art of submission.
Whether it was our discussion of his interest, and how you should respond, or your very domme-ish outfit, I was overtaken with the need to bury my face between your legs, an impulse that never waned through the long dinner with family at that downtown restaurant.
Luckily, we drove alone to meet everyone, so my hands were free to fondle you through your tights. The car seemed to fill with the scent of your arousal. As I was about to turn the car over to the valet, you put a finger you had dipped inside against my nose and lips, as my cock surged against my pants.
Dinner seemed to drag on forever, and then you invited the family back to the house for ice cream, all to my frustration. By the time all left, I was pretty desperate to do that face burying. So, as you checked your facebook page, I knelt between your legs, rubbing my face and mouth to suck whatever juices I could through the panel of your tights and underwear. (I may be developing a serious tights fetish, btw).
Finally you were done with the computer, and allowed me to peal away your tights and take you directly with my mouth. You were in no hurry, and I took my time bringing you to orgasm that way. After that task was completed, I climbed onto the bed next to you and you worked my cock with your hands until I had to beg for the privilege of fucking you. Which you finally allowed.
No murmured stories last night. Just a good, long workmanlike fucking that seemed to go on for sometime. Now that I was finally getting what I had wanted all evening, I was in no hurry.
I loved your labored breathing, and the feel and taste of your breasts and shoulders as I slid into and against you. Ultimately you came again, before finally giving me permission to come. It seemed like a long time coming. (pun intended).
But what I wanted to write about this morning are some of the little rituals we have developed that have made me more your slave, which hopefully has its rewards for both if us. We should probably figure out whether we can add to or enhance these rituals if you want my submission to be deepened:
1) Locking me into my cage. I like the smug, possessive look in your eye. We should do it more often when I am not at work (other than football games, please. Too hard to wait in line to pee sitting down).
2) Me kneeling to worship you after I come home from work, or when you visit me in the office. I should request you tie my hands every now and then, which is a turn on for me, though I don’t know whether it is for you.
3) Our departure sex in the am. Me in my cage, but getting you to imagine some other man spanking or forcing you to submit. It always leaves me a bit tingly and frustrated, and with fingers coated with your fragrant juices to remind me of you during the work day.
4) My daily homework assignments, and being able to feed on your cunt as you read from your laptop. Keeps me focused on you and your pleasure in that hour before you wake. Keeps blood pressure down by not watching the talking heads on Morning Joe.
5) Our Sunday morning switch. Its something I anticipate, being able to turn the tables on you and give you some of the surrender time you also need. It’s a good way to explore the sexy fantasies you have, that were ignited by E’s recent overtures.
6) Wednesday Abstinence Day. Its something I start thinking about Monday night, and carries us over into over the top sex on Thursday. Interesting way to make what used to be a boring work day a lot more interesting. My frustration, and the need to focus on your pleasure and not my own certainly makes me more your slave, mistress.
I hear your footsteps upstairs, so will stop for now.
Your slave.
Dear Mistress,
It was nice to wake up yesterday with the big Thanksgiving feast in the rearview mirror and the crowd gone. And it’s too early to worry about the next one, a week away.
We had some lovely wake up sex yesterday, with you reading my homework assignment as I licked you under the sheets. When you allowed me to fuck you, I was particularly needy, because we had passed the night before, with such full stomachs.
Later in the day, you were taking Nora to the gym and had me put on my cage. A first on a non-work day, but very pleasing to me, a subject I will cover later on. By the time you had returned and napped, I had watched the football game, and then delivered the girls to their movie, I was anxious for release.
We laid down, you unlocked me, and my cock did that automatic spring forward thing it does when it is more than ready for action. After I washed, we made love again, gently. It felt good to be so close with no where to go anytime soon. I think I napped again afterwards. That bonus Friday off is the nice thing about staying home for Thanksgiving.
While you showered, I worked on our little posting for a part time Dom, to help you explore your sub side in ways I can’t do as your devoted slave. Not sure much will come of it, but it’s a nice little adventure for us to share, particularly since E seems off into his own world these days. He awoke a side of you that probably needs to be explored/exploited, My guess is we can find a way for that to happen.
You dressed in a particularly stimulating outfit: brown cashmere dress, going only to mid thigh. Dark brown tights. Brown suede leather boots. Delicious. And as we were getting ready to leave you got the first response to your posting, from a gentlemen who claimed he was a Dom and would be happy to “mentor” you in the art of submission.
Whether it was our discussion of his interest, and how you should respond, or your very domme-ish outfit, I was overtaken with the need to bury my face between your legs, an impulse that never waned through the long dinner with family at that downtown restaurant.
Luckily, we drove alone to meet everyone, so my hands were free to fondle you through your tights. The car seemed to fill with the scent of your arousal. As I was about to turn the car over to the valet, you put a finger you had dipped inside against my nose and lips, as my cock surged against my pants.
Dinner seemed to drag on forever, and then you invited the family back to the house for ice cream, all to my frustration. By the time all left, I was pretty desperate to do that face burying. So, as you checked your facebook page, I knelt between your legs, rubbing my face and mouth to suck whatever juices I could through the panel of your tights and underwear. (I may be developing a serious tights fetish, btw).
Finally you were done with the computer, and allowed me to peal away your tights and take you directly with my mouth. You were in no hurry, and I took my time bringing you to orgasm that way. After that task was completed, I climbed onto the bed next to you and you worked my cock with your hands until I had to beg for the privilege of fucking you. Which you finally allowed.
No murmured stories last night. Just a good, long workmanlike fucking that seemed to go on for sometime. Now that I was finally getting what I had wanted all evening, I was in no hurry.
I loved your labored breathing, and the feel and taste of your breasts and shoulders as I slid into and against you. Ultimately you came again, before finally giving me permission to come. It seemed like a long time coming. (pun intended).
But what I wanted to write about this morning are some of the little rituals we have developed that have made me more your slave, which hopefully has its rewards for both if us. We should probably figure out whether we can add to or enhance these rituals if you want my submission to be deepened:
1) Locking me into my cage. I like the smug, possessive look in your eye. We should do it more often when I am not at work (other than football games, please. Too hard to wait in line to pee sitting down).
2) Me kneeling to worship you after I come home from work, or when you visit me in the office. I should request you tie my hands every now and then, which is a turn on for me, though I don’t know whether it is for you.
3) Our departure sex in the am. Me in my cage, but getting you to imagine some other man spanking or forcing you to submit. It always leaves me a bit tingly and frustrated, and with fingers coated with your fragrant juices to remind me of you during the work day.
4) My daily homework assignments, and being able to feed on your cunt as you read from your laptop. Keeps me focused on you and your pleasure in that hour before you wake. Keeps blood pressure down by not watching the talking heads on Morning Joe.
5) Our Sunday morning switch. Its something I anticipate, being able to turn the tables on you and give you some of the surrender time you also need. It’s a good way to explore the sexy fantasies you have, that were ignited by E’s recent overtures.
6) Wednesday Abstinence Day. Its something I start thinking about Monday night, and carries us over into over the top sex on Thursday. Interesting way to make what used to be a boring work day a lot more interesting. My frustration, and the need to focus on your pleasure and not my own certainly makes me more your slave, mistress.
I hear your footsteps upstairs, so will stop for now.
Your slave.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Mistress's Thanksgiving. Reality and Fantasy.
Dear Mistress,
I am sure you are relieved to have that ordeal over – the family onslaught was undertaken with style, bad vibes were repulsed (other than my mother’s indignation about the absence of her cranberry sauce and the attempt to serve her smoked rather than baked turkey) and we have lived to eat another day. Next year, please tell me we will spend the Day in our undisclosed location.
Because of all the prep, social time, and resulting full stomachs we did not get our normal dose of extravagant sex. Though our morning activity – you tied to the soon to be crowded dining room table, for spanks and some fucking from behind -was a moment to remember. And we have photos to prove it. ( an assist to the girls for being out for the evening and allowing us free run of the house).
But that got me thinking this morning about our conversation concerning an imaginary Thanksgiving, maybe next year, when the venue changes.
In this imaginary Thanksgiving dinner we are with friends in our favorite town out west, in a rambling home (think T and J’s Christmas Party). AS the evening devolves with drinking and smoking, the guests get increasingly frank and uninhibited.
We are seated with a couple we have not met before. He is in his early 50’s, a doctor from California. Grey hair, tall, athletic. There for the skiing. We’ll call him Ben.
She seems about 10-15 years younger. Relatively short dress for this town. Long, dark hair. Attractive. Lets call her Alisa.
You observe and interesting dynamic. She seems very, shall we say, attentive. Fetching him drinks. Filling his plate. You saw her sitting at his feet, leaning against his thigh earlier in the evening during the night’s entertainment, as he stroked her neck. And then there is a silver piece of jewelry around her neck, secured by a tiny lock. A collar?
Of course, I am deferential as well, enjoying my secret role as your slave, and wearing the cock ring that makes me semi-hard as a matter of course. Did they hear me slip when I called you “Mistress” at dinner?
And you heard her call him “Sir”, as in “Yes, Sir, I am happy to get you another glass of wine.”
You notice this couple discretely head to a farther wing of the house. Excusing yourself with a “back in a moment, slave”, you discretely follow, curious and certainly attracted to this handsome fellow with a strange air of authority. Walking down a quiet hallway you notice a door ajar, As you peer into the room, you see darkened figures lit by candle light. Ben sitting on the bed. Alisa on her knees, hands bound by something behind her back, head bobbing up and down on his hardened cock.
Whether your gasp comes involuntarily, or because you want to be discovered is unclear. But they turn to you with surprise at first. Then Ben raises his eyebrows. “ Jennifer, why am I not surprised to see you. You’ve been curious about us all night, haven’t you? Come in and close that door.”
Part of you wants to turn tail and flee. But the sudden flood in your cunt says otherwise. Heart racing, you enter, closing and locking the door behind you.
“Come here”, he orders, and you follow his indication to stand in front of him as Alisa shuffles aside, still on her knees.
“Cross your wrists behind your back”. You do as he says, not sure why.
You are wearing a loose fitting black dress, boots and black tights. Now you feel his hand on the inside of your thigh, just above your knee, a finger slightly stroking the fabric of your tights, sending vibrations straight to your clit.
“I was watching you too, you know. You seem to play the Mistress with that husband of yours. But I think I know your type – a closet sub desperate for someone to take you in hand. Am I right?”
“You’re crazy” you say, mustering with as much haughty as you can muster under the circumstances.
“We’ll see”, he laughs. You eye his cock, still hard, protruding from his pants. Interested.
He directs Alisa to stand and turn around. You are bereft as he moves his hand from the point on your thigh that seemed to be on fire. He quickly unties the piece of rope binding her wrists. “Tie her” he commands.
You let out a little gasp and shudder as she wraps the ropes around your still crossed wrists, pulling them tight. Why are you submitting to this, you ask yourself. Losing control of the situation very quickly.
As she was tying you, his hand crept back up the inside of your thigh, distracting you, making it impossible to resist as the ropes tightened.
“She very good at that”, he says. “Try to get loose”. You are not sure you want to, but, sure enough, your wrists are now inseparable. The discovery sends another flood of arousal through you. Or is it his fingers, which have found the panel of your tights at your crotch. Your knees wobble, so quickly on the verge of coming, but he pulls his hands away. “Not so quickly, ‘Mistress’”, he says, voice dripping sarcasm, and pulls his hand away.
“Alisa dear, please pull down Jennifer’s tights and panties. “ You feel her hands yank them down over the tops of your boots.
Your legs are wobble again and he pulls you toward him, over his lap. You can feel his cock against your side as he pulls your dress up, exposing the soft skin of your firm ass.
“Nice” he says, his hand exploring you.
“Alisa, please hand me your panties”. She makes a little show of it for you, as she squirms out of her dark blue, damp thong. He first puts it to his nose to appreciate. Then to yours. You discover the musky scent of her arousal.
“See what you interrupted”, he observes. Then jams the crumpled thong into your open mouth. “Can’t have you disturbing the other guests, can we?” You no longer have the free will to spit her panties out. Instead you suck on the sodden panties, lost in the feeling of his hand on your ass.
“Of course, you understand that snoops need to be punished, don’t you, ‘Mistress’. He seems to want an answer, so you mumble “Yes, Sir” through Alisa’s crumpled panties.
His hand smacks your butt. Again and again. At first it was tolerable. But each slap becomes more painful, and exciting . Soon you are squirming on his lap, tears flowing, your wrists twisting against his rope, desperate to be free. Hoping he will never let you go.
You loose track of the blows, but at some point they are replaced by his warm hand between your thighs, a thumb easily sliding into your flooded cunt. Fingers teasing your clit, and almost immediately you come hard, long, with an urgency that stuns you. He just chuckles. “You are a very hot one, Jennifer”, he says. “I look forward to your further training”.
Before you are done he makes sure you suck his cock, as Alisa watches. And you also kneel to taste her cunt too. She relishes the opportunity to come against your face, her hands buried in your hair.
Then they untie you, help you straighten your cloths. Each kisses you goodbye. He slides his card into your purse, with instructions to report to them for further training the next evening. He does not bother to ask. It’s a command. And you know you will report there when ordered.
“Bring the slave, if he’s the type who likes to see his ‘Mistress’ submit to a more powerful Master. “Oh, he is” you say, before returning to the party to fill me in on the details.
I am sure you are relieved to have that ordeal over – the family onslaught was undertaken with style, bad vibes were repulsed (other than my mother’s indignation about the absence of her cranberry sauce and the attempt to serve her smoked rather than baked turkey) and we have lived to eat another day. Next year, please tell me we will spend the Day in our undisclosed location.
Because of all the prep, social time, and resulting full stomachs we did not get our normal dose of extravagant sex. Though our morning activity – you tied to the soon to be crowded dining room table, for spanks and some fucking from behind -was a moment to remember. And we have photos to prove it. ( an assist to the girls for being out for the evening and allowing us free run of the house).
But that got me thinking this morning about our conversation concerning an imaginary Thanksgiving, maybe next year, when the venue changes.
In this imaginary Thanksgiving dinner we are with friends in our favorite town out west, in a rambling home (think T and J’s Christmas Party). AS the evening devolves with drinking and smoking, the guests get increasingly frank and uninhibited.
We are seated with a couple we have not met before. He is in his early 50’s, a doctor from California. Grey hair, tall, athletic. There for the skiing. We’ll call him Ben.
She seems about 10-15 years younger. Relatively short dress for this town. Long, dark hair. Attractive. Lets call her Alisa.
You observe and interesting dynamic. She seems very, shall we say, attentive. Fetching him drinks. Filling his plate. You saw her sitting at his feet, leaning against his thigh earlier in the evening during the night’s entertainment, as he stroked her neck. And then there is a silver piece of jewelry around her neck, secured by a tiny lock. A collar?
Of course, I am deferential as well, enjoying my secret role as your slave, and wearing the cock ring that makes me semi-hard as a matter of course. Did they hear me slip when I called you “Mistress” at dinner?
And you heard her call him “Sir”, as in “Yes, Sir, I am happy to get you another glass of wine.”
You notice this couple discretely head to a farther wing of the house. Excusing yourself with a “back in a moment, slave”, you discretely follow, curious and certainly attracted to this handsome fellow with a strange air of authority. Walking down a quiet hallway you notice a door ajar, As you peer into the room, you see darkened figures lit by candle light. Ben sitting on the bed. Alisa on her knees, hands bound by something behind her back, head bobbing up and down on his hardened cock.
Whether your gasp comes involuntarily, or because you want to be discovered is unclear. But they turn to you with surprise at first. Then Ben raises his eyebrows. “ Jennifer, why am I not surprised to see you. You’ve been curious about us all night, haven’t you? Come in and close that door.”
Part of you wants to turn tail and flee. But the sudden flood in your cunt says otherwise. Heart racing, you enter, closing and locking the door behind you.
“Come here”, he orders, and you follow his indication to stand in front of him as Alisa shuffles aside, still on her knees.
“Cross your wrists behind your back”. You do as he says, not sure why.
You are wearing a loose fitting black dress, boots and black tights. Now you feel his hand on the inside of your thigh, just above your knee, a finger slightly stroking the fabric of your tights, sending vibrations straight to your clit.
“I was watching you too, you know. You seem to play the Mistress with that husband of yours. But I think I know your type – a closet sub desperate for someone to take you in hand. Am I right?”
“You’re crazy” you say, mustering with as much haughty as you can muster under the circumstances.
“We’ll see”, he laughs. You eye his cock, still hard, protruding from his pants. Interested.
He directs Alisa to stand and turn around. You are bereft as he moves his hand from the point on your thigh that seemed to be on fire. He quickly unties the piece of rope binding her wrists. “Tie her” he commands.
You let out a little gasp and shudder as she wraps the ropes around your still crossed wrists, pulling them tight. Why are you submitting to this, you ask yourself. Losing control of the situation very quickly.
As she was tying you, his hand crept back up the inside of your thigh, distracting you, making it impossible to resist as the ropes tightened.
“She very good at that”, he says. “Try to get loose”. You are not sure you want to, but, sure enough, your wrists are now inseparable. The discovery sends another flood of arousal through you. Or is it his fingers, which have found the panel of your tights at your crotch. Your knees wobble, so quickly on the verge of coming, but he pulls his hands away. “Not so quickly, ‘Mistress’”, he says, voice dripping sarcasm, and pulls his hand away.
“Alisa dear, please pull down Jennifer’s tights and panties. “ You feel her hands yank them down over the tops of your boots.
Your legs are wobble again and he pulls you toward him, over his lap. You can feel his cock against your side as he pulls your dress up, exposing the soft skin of your firm ass.
“Nice” he says, his hand exploring you.
“Alisa, please hand me your panties”. She makes a little show of it for you, as she squirms out of her dark blue, damp thong. He first puts it to his nose to appreciate. Then to yours. You discover the musky scent of her arousal.
“See what you interrupted”, he observes. Then jams the crumpled thong into your open mouth. “Can’t have you disturbing the other guests, can we?” You no longer have the free will to spit her panties out. Instead you suck on the sodden panties, lost in the feeling of his hand on your ass.
“Of course, you understand that snoops need to be punished, don’t you, ‘Mistress’. He seems to want an answer, so you mumble “Yes, Sir” through Alisa’s crumpled panties.
His hand smacks your butt. Again and again. At first it was tolerable. But each slap becomes more painful, and exciting . Soon you are squirming on his lap, tears flowing, your wrists twisting against his rope, desperate to be free. Hoping he will never let you go.
You loose track of the blows, but at some point they are replaced by his warm hand between your thighs, a thumb easily sliding into your flooded cunt. Fingers teasing your clit, and almost immediately you come hard, long, with an urgency that stuns you. He just chuckles. “You are a very hot one, Jennifer”, he says. “I look forward to your further training”.
Before you are done he makes sure you suck his cock, as Alisa watches. And you also kneel to taste her cunt too. She relishes the opportunity to come against your face, her hands buried in your hair.
Then they untie you, help you straighten your cloths. Each kisses you goodbye. He slides his card into your purse, with instructions to report to them for further training the next evening. He does not bother to ask. It’s a command. And you know you will report there when ordered.
“Bring the slave, if he’s the type who likes to see his ‘Mistress’ submit to a more powerful Master. “Oh, he is” you say, before returning to the party to fill me in on the details.
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