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Followup- binding

The first time we tried wearing the birthday prezzie thong, i commented that it pulled some, like a rubber band on the hairs; since then, i’ve trimmed and shaved smooth, and Monday, we had the same thought: explore the differences without hair, so on Thursday, i got to put my birthday prezzie on again, yayyy!

So, initially there was a HUGE difference; there was a lot less pulling and tugging, and it slipped over my balls and cock much more cleanly, with no pinches of hair, which was awesome. There was even more intensity to the subby feelings, too- little and subby and a major rush of needing that dominance and wanting, with an almost desparate feel, to please and make her proud of me; most definitely an increase in that headspace, whether soley the thong or  not, i don’t know- i imagine it’s a mixture of that, plus her own big-ness, and my lil-ness, that drives it. Either way though, i revel in it and crave it, and need it.

So, i was wearing that as of 9:00, and as i put it on (there at WORK, which also added a thrill of it’s own, there’s something so baaad about our play, when i’m there)- and i sent her a photo of it:

Shaved & Thong

We exchanged some more texts, as i sat and worked, and could feel myself leaking and squirming, as she told me and i let her know, of our reactions to this; then, she had another idea- could i wear the leather separator and the thong? Well i had no idea- but i asked her if i should try, and she said yes indeed, and instructed me on the timing; so, at 12:30, i added and then took/sent these:

Adding the separator

Both on 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ohhh my god… such a major rush of sensations, and huge wash of subby little… totally distinct from the physical sensations, which were intense, was the feelings of love and trust and so-proud-of-myself for obedience.. and from her reaction, she likeeeeee, lol!

We shared some more texts, more chat, and even got to talk a while; when i got another present, i got to choose how long i could wear both- AND, i got to cum, when i was ready! Well, she had to go, and i had to get back to work- so we said our g’byes, and did that.. but it was so amazingly sexy, and i was so very aware of myself and her thinking of me, that about 330 i couldn’t stand it anymore. So, i went to the bathroom, locked myself into a stall, and dropped my pants; and there at work, with m’Lady Mommy Mistress thinking of me, and me of her, i proceeded to remove the separator & masturbate, and came hard, right into the toilet- then buttoned up, zipped up, and back to work, heheh.

i wore the thong until i got home, and changed out of my work clothes, so had that on until about 730- and what a sensual, sexy day! Thank you, Love- for giving me such a wonderful treat and birthday presents! 🙂

xoxoxo

d-

On binding thongs and a birthday present ThankYou! :)

Oh, my. I am the luckiest guy around, did you know that? Well, I do, and I am!

On Monday, my love and I have been playing a game, for a long time now; since her normal underwear, on a daily basis, is to be without (IE, she goes commando), we mix it up; so on Mondays, She wears panties and I go commando. Often I get a picture, which makes me squirmy hot, and often the feeling of bare in pants makes me leaky and squirmy.

Monday, though, she mixed it up on me; she instructed me to wear a special birthday gift that she’d sent me, a thong sortof, that’s designed to hold a cock or a strap-on. It’s made of some sort of rubberized tubing, with beads to adjust it, and it’s mmmphf hot-

So, as instructed, instead of being commando I put it on and wore it for her, for a couple of hours. I was at home, so it was under jeans rather than dockers or dress pants, and the denim adds to the feelings as well.

First, there was the physical sensations; the texture wasn’t what I had expected, as I unwrapped it and felt it in my hands. Rather like a rubber band, and as I looked at the instructions I was pleased that it was “assembled”, lol- because I’m not so sure I could have gotten the beads right. As it is, though, I was able to position it properly, and slide it up over my legs- and that’s when I found that being a hairy guy, isn’t all that great, with rubberized things; but, it wasn’t painful, just some tugs, and even that was increasing the feelings of wanting to please…

It also made me start to shrink into sub-space, mentally- to be sliding a special gift on, knowing that it would make her smile, and feeling that tension that always comes from being “bad” with her, under her direction, her control, her ownership.. mmmphf.

As I pulled and adjusted, and slid my cock out through the two center beads, I did wonder how it would do as a strap-on holder; never used one, so I don’t know, but it seemed that it might be too loose; on the other hand, it brought mental pictures of having m’Lady Mommy put a strap-on on, for me, and *that* made me squirm.

Once on, I pulled my jeans up- and found that the combination of straps & pants, was mmphfy- I was very very aware of the physical, as each movement, each flex of leg/ass to walk, made the strap tighter or looser- very intense, at times… god.

But I was even more aware of the feelings, of being bound up in this present, to my lover, my owner, my mistress, my mommy, m’Lady; and wanting deeply to please her; at one point she indicated I could remove it, and I said, “please, not yet, can I wear til noon?”

She laughed, and okayed that- Thank youuuu! 🙂

I could feel her holding me, the entire time I wore it; I could feel her warmth and loving, and at times, i could swear i could feel her kisses and caresses, smoothing where it rubbed, finding where i would have to shave (or, if only SHE could shave ME, god I want that!!!).

My darling lover, my Dommie, m’Lady sweet- thank you for my present, for giving me all you do, for loving me and caring for me, and punishing me and pushing me- thank you for all you give to me!

Oh, and here is the photo I took, to share with you:

66 Ways I Want To Please m’Lady Mommy

m’Lady Mommy gave me a task and assignment today, hooray! I get wriggly excited when she does that, because I know she’ll be thinking of me, wondering how it’s going and when I’m doing it, and things like that… and also, I know (because she’s said so), that she’s wishing she could be a “fly on the wall” as I do; and that thrills me, to know she’s thinking of me, too!

The task was sent to me via text-message this afternoon, and here it is:

1. Put on the separater and wear for an hour (or more!)
2. Write out an email, blog-post, my choice, of the “Top XX Ways I Want To Please m’Lady Mommy”, in whichever form I want- list, paragraphs, etc.
3. Then, I may cum.

I asked for clarification on one part, which was, “May I cum while still wearing the separator”… and she indicated that that was indeed her intentions; later, there were a few followup pings, with the required title, and her express wish to be a fly on the wall…

So without further ado, I’m going to detail my evening, after I got home from work (which was at 745 tonight, yay, an early evening).

I arrived, greeted the kiddos, and proceeded to obtain the separator from it’s storage place in the LV pocket of my pack; I went upstairs to my bedroom, and removed my shirt, belt, socks, pants, so I was just in my giftie prisoner-striped-underwear; then, thinking of mommy’s wish to be a fly on the wall, I snapped this picture for her:

Your Prisoner

Next, I removed the shorts, and felt that release of her little hands holding me warm all day, and snapped another photo:

Temporarily Released

I carefully put the separator on (at 8:00, for calendar references), and snapped this picture:

Separator

And lastly, I slipped into the shorts that mommy & I had picked out together, on one of our shopping expeditions (in PERSON even!), and took yet another picture for you:

Bound and Commando for m’Lady Mommy

So now, as I compose this, i’m sitting in my big chair, commando in the shorts that mommy and I chose together, and i’m going to do my very best to list the things that I Want To Do To Please m’Lady Mommy; I’m not sure how this will “play out”, in the sense of being lil or just subby, or what- but here goes:

1. Lotion you on demand
2. Massage you at all opportunities
3. Learn to crack your back, so you don’t have to go to Chiro as often
4. Make your coffee
5. Bring you N.O.G.
6. Worship your feet-

• Rub
• Kiss
• Massage
• Lotion
• Hold
• Lick
• Be your carpet
• Trim your nails
• Polish your nails
• Suck your toes

7. Worship your ass-

• Kiss it
• Lick it
• Massage it
• Cum on it
• Nuzzle it

8. Be your furniture-

• Footstool
• Seat
• Blanket
• Bed

9. Be your decor- make me your living statue
10. Dress (or undress) to your pleasure-

• Apron
• Chaps
• Silk shirts
• Shoes

11. Cook for you
12. Serve your meals
13. Feed you
14. Do chores for you
15. Perform tasks and assignments for you!
16. Cuddle and snuggle you
17. Hold you
18. Draw at your feet quietly
19. Visit you
20. Manicures
21. Shave you
22. Shave me 😉
23. Drink your piss
24. Give m’Lady my piss if desired
25. Draw your baths
26. Bathe and pamper you in that bath
27. Towel and powder and ? You
28. Cry with/for you
29. Lick your pussy
30. Suck your clit
31. Earn (again) my “red-wings”
32. Present you with a photo of my bloody lips, after doing so, for your review
33. Hold my pee on instruction
34. Hold orgasms as ordered
35. Keep drinking apple juice so’s pleasing to your taste buds
36. Haircut/groom to your requirements
37. Give your breasts attention
38. Suckle
39. Use proper positions-

• Greeting
• Inspections
• Punishment
• “shhh and be quiet”

40. Bind for you-

• “Wraps”
• Separator
• Gate of Hell
• (ullp) Mommy Bra?!?
• Harnesses

41. Be your pet
42. Pull your rickshaw
43. Chauffeur
44. Change your Shoes (with kisses!) (while people are watching!)
45. 69
46. Be your clit-toy
47. Yoni Massage
48. Wear wristband

*Interjection: I’m at one hour plus 15 minutes right now… and writing this was making me squirmy and subby and littttle… I can  feel the straps deeply; they’re not tightening, exactly- they don’t shrink themselves- but my whole cock & balls & groin is feeling them, so it’s very much an intensification of the bindings, and starting to feel the warmth building.

49. Share calendars
50. Checklist!
51. Communicate-

• Wants
• Fantasies
• Needs
• Events

52. Serve you “In Public”…

• tanning salon, let them all know you have your slave to lotion/towel/dry/dress you
• Work runs- drive, change your shoes, primp your outfit, carry your bag…

53. Explore.. um… yeah… god.. (yes, bluuuushing)..

• Learn to give good b/j
• Taste his cum
• Swallow it
• Share it with you

54. Tell you things like #53
55. Train my ass-

• Your use
• Finger
• Toy
• Cock
• Plugs- for “at the moment” and to learn to wear extended

56. Take spankings
57. Be your lil boy 🙂
58. Be your Knight!
59. Restraints-

• tie me
• cuff me
• bind me
• strap me
• CB3000? (ulp)

60. Body Paint- to your direction, either on me, or under your guidance, to paint you
61. Clamp me, as you wish-
62. Go to clubs
63. Send you cards and notes
64. Give you gifties!
65. Take you shoe-shopping, as your personal fitter
66. Love you… and accept/believe in YOUR love for me 🙂

Okay, so there’s the  66 Ways I Want To Please m’Lady Mommy, that I thought of for now.  I’m sure that the moment I post this, I’ll come up with a zillion more, or wish I’d been able to express this better, or expound on this, that or the other thing; I’m also sure that there are things that I missed as I tried to write everything down all at once, that when you remind me, I’ll say, “Duh, bad bad babyboy!”…and as you can see, some things I put in as “sub-items” that may or may not shoulda been their own number- but I was trying not to make it artificially more, too, lol.

So, right now it’s after 10, so 2 hours +  in the separator… and I’m going to post this and then I’m going to go cuuummmm, cuz I’m squirmy and need that bad, and wanting you deeply… and I’m planning to come back with just one more edit, to go below this…

Love you m’Lady Mommy. Love you deeply, totally, and want you to make me even more yours, and please you and serve you and be the best lilboysubbyKnight that you’ve ever had!

xoxoxo

d-

 

As I said last night, I had one more thing in mind, to edit into this post; and since it worked, here it is, for m’Lady Mommy “Fly on the wall”! 🙂

After posting this, and proceeding to the bedroom, I obtained lube, and plug, and towel, and proceeded to undress.. and there in my bed, with my cock still strapped, I touched and stroked and lubed, and slowly slipped the plug into my ass… and then, used my fist and felt m’Lady Mommy’s soft hot wet pussy surround me, and felt her fucking me, and could *feel* her with me, using her babyboy…and it wasn’t very long til I came… hope you like!

Ready…

 

Drat! Well, I’ll send it to you in email, cuz we can’t upload video… oops!

d-

Subby and Little and Oh My

My Mommy and I just got to spend FOUR whole nights together- well, one was short because of an early flight, but still- from Tuesday through Saturday, last week, we were together! She needed to go explore a little city as a potential place to live, if/when she needs a move, and joy! Imagine the thrill in me, when she told me that she wanted me to join her there, and share in her looking, and participate in her explorations!

By the time my flight to her rolled around, I was pretty subby- and by the time I’m writing this, (after returning home and to work and family and such), I’m even deeper so, and much, much littler than I’ve been before. Or, rather, if not littler, it’s a deeper and safer and more intense feeling, than ever before. Plus, the time we spent sharing laughter and sex and games, and wallowing in massages and foot worship and periods, in being bound and collared, wearing the Gate of Hell and leather separator, and kissing her sweet, sweet tears-

Oh.

My.

God.

I’m not sure how to express the deepening connection, the stronger-than-ever-before feelings I have, toward and about my darling lover; I know it’s intense, I know I’m loving the feelings, and I know deep in my heart, that she is feeling it too, as much as I.

She has to be out-of-touch, for the next few days, for a memorial service- and already, I miss her terribly, so much so it feels like an ache deep inside; but I can also feel her holding me, as she told me and showed me so often, “I’ve got you baby”… and that feeling is wonderful, to know she’s holding me, that she’s protecting me and won’t let anything bad happen…

Have you ever been subby and clit-fucked, by your Domme? She held me close, with my legs spread, and her clit as hard as a little cock, and pressed to me, rocking her hips as I do when I’m inside her… and I could *feel* her entering me, fucking me, stretching me- I called it my phantom pussy, that she fucked with her clitty-cock… such an amazing feeling, I’ve never experienced anything like that before, and have no idea if I ever will again. But, we were so close, so tightly wrapped into one another, it was nothing short of amazing- thank you mommy! Thank you for fucking your babyboy so well, mmmphf!

Have you ever been bound up in steel & leather, by your lover, and had her lift the end rings with her tongue? And, shortly after that, had her slide her puddling pussy onto your cock, and let her bloody sweet juices run into that leather, down your balls and ass, and ride the cock that she owns and known, absolutely known, that beyond the sheer heated sexiness of it, that you belong totally and completely to another?

Have you ever held her Chakras, in turn? Left hand on her heart, right moving from root, to sacral, to solar plexus, then shift and hold right on her heart, left to her throat, third eye, and crown? No? Well, do so- the sharing, the intense closeness, feeling her shudder as the emotional energies run from her, into you, and vice versa- DO IT!

My darling, my love, my Domme, my Mommy- thank you, for sharing yourself with me, for allowing me to give myself to you so deeply, and for the sweetest and most precious gift of all, for letting me be there for you and with you, and to drink of your juices, your piss, your lips, and your tears.

I love you.

Strapped and Separated

Bound to you

Mommy instructed me to write to her, about a new experience we had today. i put on a cock/ball separator strap that we’d used before, when we visited a sex-club together, back in February, as a means of binding tightly to her. We have bound my cock before, of course, using makeshift things- a cut up piece of purple hairband, and some soft purple yarn; and, as i say, she’s had me in the strap separator another time. But, this time, i’m reallly little; and needed, very badly, to feel even more tightly bound to mommy, to feel her claiming me, my cock, myself, as her very own.

So, on our day when i normally go commando, (and she wears panties), she’d told me that i should get out the strap, and bind myself for her, for as long as i could tolerate without chafing. As we say, “mmmphf”. God. And omg, even.

There was a little difficulty due to a visit from Hurricane Irene, in the simple logistics of getting the strap out and on; because i was unable to get to the office, i had to work around the household. i did manage, finally, to get into the drawer unobserved, and slip it in my pocket. Throughout the morning though, up until that time, i was extremely aware of my own heartbeat, my own breathing, and felt constantly, the tug in my belly, to do this for mommy. i didn’t want the fall-back of a yarn-wrap, i wanted to do this right, with her first-choice of bindings; so, when i did get my hands on the strap, i was already excited and nervously anticipating, and could feel that, too.

i went down to the half-bath immediately, and latched the door… and mommy, god- i dropped my jeans, and was dripping a bit already, just from thinking bout it. i rolled the leather in my hand a bit, warming the studs, feeling the textures… watching myself in the mirror, trying to envision what it would look like if you were reclining in a big cozy chair, like a throne, observing as i carried out instructions. Then, i took a big breath, and wrapped the long strap around my balls and cock, and snapped it into place- i gulped, i remember, as the snaps went “click….click” and the leather squeezed into my flesh.

Looking down, to wrap the thinner straps, i started with my right side.. pulled my ball out, lifted the strap over.. and “click”.

Again, this time on the left side…”click”.

And i just stood and breathed a moment, eyes closed, hand cupping myself, letting myself feel the sensations, the tightness of the straps, the feeling of heat… i felt… owned….subby…lil. i felt… you… your hands… your voice. i felt… loved… proud… nervous… and hot, my cock just grew… i didn’t stroke, but let my hand roll around my trapped balls, and across my shaft a moment.

Then, i pulled my jeans up, and zipped, buttoned, and fastened my belt. i was commando, of course- which is always sortof extra-special, in jeans, the denim is rougher and tighter than my work pants. Then, i had to work- so i went to my chair, picked up my work computer again, and started back into the workday. But, there wasn’t a moment that i wasn’t aware of you. Not an instant that i wasn’t feeling that strap, that tie that connected us tighter than the yarn ever has; there’s no adjusting the amount of tension, on the ball-strap parts (although you could move one snap bigger on the long part, i didn’t, i put it tight as it would go). So, there was constant pressure, whether i was sitting still, or as ofen happened, wriggling around.

I had to remove it, for a couple hours in the mid-afternoon; but there was no lessening of the sexual tension, and the feeling of being yours, during that time. I was as aware of you then, as ever- partly because i spent that time thinking of you, and imagining your reaction, hoping that you’d be pleased, hoping that you’d be proud of me, and hoping that you’d feel how deeply i am yours. When the time came to remove it, i’d asked mommy if i could show her, if she would watch me, that i really wanted to show her… so, we jumped to yahoo, and i turned on my cam- and although it froze, she got to see it all bound up for her, and see the initial removing part.

Mmmmphf. Hot as hell, to be showing my mommy lover, how i strapped for her, wore it most of the day, just for her, feeling her eyes watching, knowing that it was her little hands undoing me…

So, what are the differences, between this and the yarn, or the hairband? Physically, it’s much stiffer; can feel the texture and pressure more consistently, too, because there’s no stretch throughout the day. It doesn’t loosen a bit, so the third hour is as tight as the first minute, the end of the day has as much tension as the beginning. That alone is a difference that makes me much more aware of it, i think; as the yarns heat and soften, and because they are more flexible, i tend to notice heat more than pressure; especially in a full-wrap. This isn’t something i’d even thought of as such, until contrasted with the leather.

Emotionally, though, was much different. This is “official”, sortof- there’s no mistaking the weight, the authority of the leather straps, and the snap, as it’s put on. It made me feel little, and very very subby… and very anxious to please you, and have it be exciting for you, too. It made me think of the night you put me in it, and i wore it for you, while we ventured forth to adventures with another, and i could picture the deep black of your eyes, from that night, and translated it to monday…

i do know, there’s a bit of trepidation, when i’m lil, and so deeply- and i can’t tell you i don’t feel it too, in reverse, cuz i know i’m needing a lot of Domme… but mmmphf, m’Lady Mommy… bind me, take me, own me, fully and thoroughly and totally…

xoxoxo
d-

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Cumming for you Mommy

  I told you, m’Lady Mommy, that I had gotten biggified, over the weekend- for various reasons. Partly that I was feeling distant from mommy, that we couldn’t connect as much. Partly that mommy was moving toward more Lady than Mommy at the end of last week. Partly the friend needing adult-type help, and I’m sure father’s day contributed too. I had thought that I’d moved from lil to big- still subby, but not as intensely, and as a big knight, rather than lil Darlin.

I was taken aback, by the instant and intensity of my reaction today, when you told me of your thoughts on Saturday, though. Hearing what was in your mind as you were fucking, and thinking of me (which is incredibly hot & exciting, and I still marvel that you do, that you think of me, too, as I do of you). I was instantly catapulted back, I was lil and oh-so-subby once more; it was as if I hadn’t had the intervening big feelings at all.

I did have instructions though, to perform today, throughout the afternoon; each time I used the bathroom, you were there, still, guiding, taking me out, aiming my stream, your hot fingers and hands on me, touching, little caresses as you shook me & tucked me back away, reminding me with a tickly whisper in my ear, “Don’t forget to wash your hands.” There were also the times as I stood there, and as I emptied my bladder, I used my fingers to tweak and squeeze your nipple; there is something rather strangely connected, between doing that and the sensations while I’m peeing; there is always the sexual connection between obeying and letting your nipple know it, to my cock, of course- the jumpy squirmy feeling, when I touch and tweak- but this is a bit different, it changes the inside feeling, sort of, as the pee works through my cock. Can’t describe it, really, but it’s hotter inside me.

As I sat at my desk, too, I was so incredibly aware of you; our exchange of emails, as you told me what you were thinking, doing; the invite to your period calendar, just the notice that you’d put that back, and that you were bleeding, right now- god… mmmphf… and then, after teasing and touching all afternoon, under orders not to cum- (Did you know, that I would have asked you fairly quickly, at that time, for permission to cum? Could Mommy tell that her lil boy was really wanting to do that, even then?).
Discussions on collars, and the implications, discussions on harnesses, leashes, painting and marking, of sloppy hot bloody pussy… oh, I was sooo ready, so hot, wanting you so badly, so deeply.

But I was good, mommy- I didn’t cum; I waited and waited and touched and pinched and squirmed, and at one point I was really tempted to just do it, but I didn’t- I was good, and held out, knowing you would be proud of me, happy with me, for letting you control the release and the buildup and the eventual pleasure, knowin’ that you wanted me to feel it intensifying and putting me even more into your dominance, putting me even deeper into subspace, making me even more fully yours.

So, I held out; and on the way home, I allowed my mind to start really thinking, about the visual you’d sent over, as you went to nap; playing in you, smearing and messy, then having you point my pee at yourself, so we could watch together as it ran down… oh god.. I was hard as stone, rigid, as I drove; I let myself touch a bit, just through my pants, as I went, and god, it was sooo hot.

The bad part though… is that I stopped two times, two different places, and in both cases, there were people around, grrrrrr… and I didn’t want to get arrested for being the pervert in the park, lol, so I determined that I would modify my plans, and perhaps make it even MORE intense… I decided, that as you had mentioned, that I would be in that CB3000; that I would not cum, not yet, that I would hold off even more, until I couldn’t stand it any longer; that I would think as much as I possibly could, about you, about what you had told me, about harnesses and collars and peekaboo shorts, and make myself crazy with wanting to release.
So, that’s what I did. I drove home, and touched myself more, keeping it hard; throughout the evening, as I tidied the den, loaded the dishwasher, read a book… I touched. I pinched your nipple, keeping it hard and erect and longing for your teeth. I twisted it, feeling your clamps there. I grasped my throat, and squeezed it gently, feeling the pressure of your collar, your ownership on my skin. I slipped my hand into my shorts, and touched the skin of your cock, right where your mark circles, trailing my fingers along the veins you’ll make blue.

I read the articles you sent, the links regarding collars, and smother boxes; and as I suspected, as I anticipated- m’Lady, my Mommy, there is nothing that is new, that I wasn’t fully aware of, in the significance of stating that I will wear your collar, joyfully. That could be a post of it’s own- so for now, just letting you know that I am acutely aware of it, and as I read, I continued to touch, to tease myself on your behalf, and was very, very aware of you.

But then, it was time. After reading that, after the rush of feelings that it evoked, because over the past weeks as you well know, I have become littler and subbier and needier- oh, mommy, it was time.

I slipped to the other room, where I could have a little time and privacy, laying down under the sheet to stretch my back, lol-

and slid my hands to your cock, and the other to your nipple, and started to play. I stroked and fondled and caressed with one hand, thinking of your hands there, and pinched your nipple, that sore and tender and well-tweaked nipple, even more, and even harder.

Thoughts, you wanted, and this time, there was almost a progression to them, a little less of the flitty-around flashes, although that occurred too, but it was almost a fantasy play…

We were nude, Mommy had taken her clothes off, and undressed me too, pulling my shirt over my head, undoing my shorts and pulling them down; you pulled me to your lap, sideways, and brought your breast to my mouth, and whispered softly, “Suckle, my lil one, suckle and feed, and feel it inside you, and let me feel it tugging inside mommy, too.”

I lay back, and latched on, looking up into your dark, dark eyes, as you watched me- as you watched my mouth take your breast, and pull you deep into my hot mouth, and could see your eyes soften, as the feeling of your breast filled my mouth, and you told me that you, too, could feel it melting into my mouth, your breast was full and needing me to suck… you said, “Suck until you’re done, my little one, we’ve needed this, I’ve needed this…”

Oh Mommy, I did need it, I do need it, I crave your breast still, I know I said I was biggified, but I was wrong, so wrong… I need to suckle you, so badly… and you held me, rocked me gently, humming softly, every now and then you whispered little things, like “I’m going to make you feel good”, and “You’re going to cum for Mommy, after you help Mommy cum, darlin’ lil boy”… things like that… god- it was so real, so there…

At one point, you squirmed around a bit, not letting your breast leave my mouth, but I could feel your hand working between us.. and you brought your fingers up, and to the breast where my mouth was greedily sucking, and whispered again, “Let Mommy share,”… You had slipped your hand down, and gathered your juices, your bloody cycle, your sweet hot arousal, all mixed onto your fingers, and you brought it to my mouth on your breast, and had me suck and lick them along with your nipple.. you did that a couple of times, sharing that messy juicy sexy essence…

Then, you gently stopped me, and shifted me, and lay me down with you. You were on your back, with your head on pillows, and you had me lay alongside you, perpindicular to your body, with my head on your belly, facing your feet, on my side; and told me, “Go ahead Darlin, I know you want to play, do what you want, feel it, learn it, enjoy it.”
Ohhh.. Mommy.

I did- I lay with my head on your belly, just above your mons, and used the fingers of my right hand, to toy with your pussy, with the lips, all soft and swollen; with the juices, running freely, the hot tangy sex juice, the coppery musky bloody period juice; I played with that, and smeared it all over you, from your mons, up in the hairs, down to your ass, all over your thighs and ass cheeks, around the edges of your triangle, drawing, smelling, fingers playing with the lips, into your opening, around, all over- pressing to Mommy’s asshole, teasing it, getting you oh-so-messy, oh-so-sexy-pretty.. you were a work of art, of finger-art, and I loved it, was proud of it, wanted to have you put it on the ‘fridgerator, like a picture…

Then, you stopped me again; and we shifted once more, putting a pillow under your hips, lifting you; I lay between your legs, on my tummy, and we spread your thighs wider, opening them, as you pulled your knees back and let them fall to the side, resting your warm pretty feet on my sides… and you said, a little more urgently, “Lick me, suck me- clean me- make Mommy feel good- and you can’t stop until I tell you that you may.
“Understand, my little One? You may NOT STOP, until you have permission.”

“Yes, Mommy- I won’t, I will be good…”

Ohhh. God. The smells, the tastes, the heat- all this time, which isn’t nearly as long as it takes to write- I’m stroking… touching.. my cock is so hard, so wet, so wanting you. I want, crave, that- I need to eat you, until you tell me I can stop, until you tell me the next thing we’re doing.. god. I want that, so badly, I want you, so badly…

I licked; I tugged, your lips with my teeth, suckled them into my mouth as I had done to your breasts. I licked from below your ass, up, across it, up to your pussy, dragging the tip of my tongue into you, up further, across your clit, up over your mons, into the mess I’d made there, tasting and drinking you. I used my lips, to suck your clit deep into me, pulling it out, stretching it; I used my tongue, thrusting it deep into your pussy, lapping and desperately trying to drain you of your juices, as if I could empty you of arousal and blood, tasting that mixture, tangy musky coppery heated sexy bloody…

I licked you clean of all the lines I’d drawn on you, using my tongue and mouth to wash you, thinking of you touching as you went to nap, wondering if you’d cum, did you play in your juices and think of me working? I touched, I stroked, I felt you there before me… now and then, our eyes would meet, across the length of your body, looking up past your belly, over your tits, to those big dark eyes, the ones I so love to stare into…

I thrust my tongue deep into your ass, tasting you, wetting you, and you told me, you said, “Put a finger in there, hold it there, but don’t stop licking.” So I slipped a finger to your pussy, getting it extra wet, then slid it into your tight little asshole, spreading and stretching it, listening to you moan, and breathing, and feeling your hips gyrating…

I was sooo hard, soaking wet in my hands, and I had to cum, had to let it go, I hoped it was enough, that this would be okay and please you, that I was so intently thinking of you, of us- it shot out, it boiled out, it roared out of my shaft, hot sticky goopy cum, a load of it, all over my palm, all over my belly, up to your nipple… I kept stroking, feeling it, riding the waves of pleasure, whimpering almost, tasting you, biting my lip, yanking on your nipple, hard…

I used my hand, and ran some of that cum to your nipple, rubbed it in around it, like lotion, played with that a moment, wondering if you like to do that, do you like the thought of making our own juices into a plaything, to fondle and touch and rub into our skin?

We cuddled, for a while, after that.. you were telling me little things, again, you tugged me up alongside you, and held me, with my head to your breast again; this time, just softly sucking, not the desperate needy greedy, but told me to be gentle, that you wanted to feel my mouth there, but softly… so I lay with you, and suckled softly.. and you held my head to you, and curled me into you.. you were humming, again, softly- do you do that? Somehow, I could just hear you, almost singing not quite, but so safe, so comforting, so secure in you.

Mommy? I hope that this is good, that it’s enough of what I was thinking about, when stroking and cumming, that it will please you, and make you happy and proud of me…

I decided that this one, should go to LV as a post, as a cum-report there; cuz, it seemed fitting that as I got lil again, as you drew me into you even more, every day more and more yours, that it go there where Mommy and m’Lady can share it…

xoxoxoxo

d-

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