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Collared

My dear Lily and I, finally had a chance to sneak some time together, back in April. This post has taken me awhile- mostly because I wasn’t ready to write it, without some time passing, to think and process and understand and savor- mostly, to process and savor.

I had written a full year before, in a post containing some daydreams, about a fantasy that had flashed by, about placing a collar around my darling girls neck:

Daydreams-

Well, prior to going to find her *this* April, I did something: I ordered a custom made collar, with the lining in my color, and her sweet lil name embossed in it; and, one evening- although we didn’t duplicate precisely the daydream- there were candles; and incense,  and dress and corsets, grooming and loving, and obedience, and my sweet lovely submissive darling princess babygirl Lily.

The sweet rush of loving protectiveness, that washed over me, the huge impact of her smile as she said, “Yes, I’ll wear your collar”… the click of the lock as I snapped it into the latch, her deep, black, shining eyes as I did so; God, the feelings, so deep and intimately connected, the deep-seated trust she gave to me, freely, offering herself to me as her Dom, her Daddy, her “Sai”- lord… mmphf.

Wearing a corset that we’d chosen together, laced and buckled and tied into it; wearing my collar, deeply deeply loved and cherished; sliding the rose that I’d brought for her, into the valley between her breasts and the *smile* on her face, so proud of herself for offering me this gift, and so pleased that *I* was so pleased and needing her so deeply; the feelings were amazingly intense, and more than I’d imagined they could be.

Loving her, sliding into her, her mouth and hands, wet pussy and tight ass, claiming her as my own sweet darling, mmphf. The wonderful, thrilling amount of puddling her pussy does, when she’s turned on; the first slip of my cock into her ass, tight and hot, as she squrimed against me, accepting me there, too; the joy of being with her, of knowing that she’s given herself to me; the fear that I always have, that I’ll let her down, somehow, that serves to keep me aware; the love, over it all, of her, of her presence in my life and heart and soul-

My darling lil One, I love you so much and cherish and treasure you, I wish so strongly that I could pamper and spoil my princess properly-

D-

Mine

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Pampering

Tonight, and lately, I’ve had deep deep longings to be able to pamper my babygirl; and this flashed into my head, after a txt conversation we had, and I wanted to write it out.

We had just finished painting your toes, all pretty in my blue, for me. When they were dry enough, I stood you up- and said, “Strip off your clothes, every stitch.”

Your eyes went a lil dark, and I could see speculation gleaming, but you visibly shivered- and slowly, eyes meeting mine, started to disrobe. When you were naked before me, I took your hand and led you to the bed, and gently guided you, laying you down on your stomach, carefully lifting your legs and putting a pillow under your ankles, to keep from smearing the polish; then, I turned the lights down, and went to the sink, and ran hot water over a bottle of eucalyptus oil, warming it.

Returning to you, you turned your head to see what I had, started to speak, but I put my finger across your lips, saying, “Hush now. This is something I’ve wanted to do forever, and your only job is to relax, and breath, and feel my touch.”

I lifted your hair, shorter now, cute as can be, and put a little of the warm oil in my hands, and began to rub you; not a deep tissue owie pressure, but firmly enough not to tickle, softly enough to soothe, with the soft smell of the oil beginning to permeate our space. Slowly, carefully, smoothing oil into the back of your neck.. down your shoulders, across your back; then down the back of your left arm, adding oil to the dry spots, carefully smoothing it in, seeing your skin start to reflect the dim lights, watching your breathing.

Over to your right arm, down to the hand; then back to the long sleek muscles in your back, along the spine, hands gliding softly, warm, feeling your smooth skin warm and tender under my touch.

Down to your ass, carefully and gently spreading the cheeks a bit, working my oily fingers into your cleft, making sure to coat every inch of skin lightly, pressing just a bit into your asshole, then lower, along your taint; under the asscheek on your right leg, and back of thigh- carefully along the knee, down your calf to your heel.

Shifting, lifting your leg a bit, oiling your foot, the heel and arch I love so much, the ball that has to stand too much, under and along each of your precious little toes, careful to not let the oil spoil the polish; then to your left side, along and down, smoothing and soothing with my hands, the gentle aroma filling the room, your breath deeping, slowing, smiling as I saw your body relaxing into the bed.

Turning, carefully guiding you onto your back, moving the pillow so it supports your knees; and back to your head, just a teeny bit of oil left on my hands, to gently caress your forehead, temples, cheeks, ensuring it’s not goopy, but soft and pleasing; your ears, your jawline, under your chin, across your neck, every bit of skin important and loved.

Down your left arm, longer strokes changing to short rubs at your wrist, working each finger from base to tip, top and bottom, sides; palms, heel of your hand, and back to your right side, balancing the energy of my love, of your heart and body, cherishing your sweet presense.

To your chest, across the ribs, each underarm, leaving no point unloved; breasts, cupping carefully, lifting them, smoothing warm oil into them, nipples gently, softly; then along your diaphragm, across your tummy, remembering to press firmly enough not to tickle, softly enough not to hurt, little touch at your pretty tummybutton, seeing you almost have to giggle, thinking “oops”.

Down your belly, onto your hips, a little extra oil at your mound, so the rubbing doesn’t irritate the hair, but works through it to the skin. Line of groin, then up each side of your vulva, gently spreading the lips, caressing with just a bit of the oil, caressing it into your lips. Touch more oil, and across your opening, pressing it together again, and down to meet where I’d left off at your ass.

Shifting lower, down your left thigh, careful at the knee, and along the sides of your leg, to your ankle, and top of your foot- again each toe, one by one, slowly and gently.

Right thigh, spreading the oil, and down your shin, working it into your ankle, foot, and toes.

Setting the oil aside, I then knelt on the bed, by your side; and I put my left hand over your heart Chakra, and my right on your root, and whispered to you: “Darling girl, I love you. Feel the energy flowing, feel the balance, feel me guiding them and being the transit, sending you my power, my energy, taking all the tightness and coldness from you…”

I held there, a while, then shifted my right hand to your second Chakra, and repeated, “Take my love and energy, and give me the bad twisted portions, let me have the fears and doubts, for right now, they belong to me and have no place in you…”

Another move, my left hand still on your heart, closest to mine, right to your solar plexus, and as once before, I felt the shudder as your Chakras adjusted, almost a writhing feeling, and smiled, when I saw a tear leak from your closed eyes- because I knew you could feel it, and knew you were releasing…

Again, a change, sliding around to keep my left hand at your heart, my right to your throat, and I whispered, “Communication isn’t alway verbal, as you know, feel what I’m telling you, feel and send to me what needs to be said, let it move through us in love and respect and caring…”

And again, hand to your third eye, hand on your heart, “See the mysteries, see the universe and cosmos watching us, see how they led us together, see with me…”

And last, to your crown, that purple point, encompassing so much of us, and holding you there, leaned over, and whispered with my mouth just an inch from your lips, “Darling, let the thoughts relax, balance the thinks with the root, share the joy of all your being with the rest of yourself, and with me, and those you love.”

A kiss, softly on your lips, as I moved and leaned back, so I could toss all the bads away, so I wouldn’t give them back to you, when I joined again with you, as you pulled me close and opened yourself to me, one breath, one body, one spirit, once again.

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Letter to my Love-

My darling and I have been together again, since I last posted here; I flew to her, and we shared a drive to distant cities. Beach walking, tears, and lots of “just holding”, and attempts at pampering and caring-for, and dealing with very difficult emotions.

I’ll be flying to her again, in a couple of weeks, to do my best to give her support and love, and to let her know I’m with her, for her, on her side at all times.

And as I’m writing, I think I’m figuring out why I needed to do so; it’s because I want to let her know- let YOU know- that yes- I love, <3, am thrilled by our explorations in sex, sexuality, sensuality; I am fascinated by our learning about each other, and what I learn of myself in our relationship; I like being able to tell you things I’ve never confessed to *anyone*- and sometimes, not even myself- (Yes darling, I’m brave enough now to say out loud, right here, I’m interested in MMF sex, too- I want to explore that more, with you, and yes- I get turned on by remembering that you watched me lick and fondle a cock, and receive a blowjob as you held me).

But, despite all that, or maybe because of, or alongside, or whatever- it’s the tears that you shed, and shared with me, that I could kiss, and taste. It’s the hitch in your voice, and in your breathing, that you allowed me to hear; it’s the trust you give to me, to be vulnerable with me, that deeply, totally moves and thrills me.

Trust in another is a wonderful thing, and to be given that level of trust, from you, is a gift that I cherish, and I am grateful for it; and despite any bad-times that are happening, the simple knowlege that you reach out to me, knowing that I’m going to love and care and listen and be your ear and your rock is the most profound gift you’ve given me, in all the plethora of gifts from you.

I’ve said these things before, I know- and probably just as badly expressed as here, but I’m not writing this in “edit mode”; no, this is “heart-mode”, and I hope and pray you understand what I mean, and that you know you have me, as I have you; that you are my treasure and delight, and a constant source of joy, even when times are sad and hard and distant.

My darling, I love you so much, and want so badly for your happiness, that I can feel an ache inside me *for* you to have that; and I know that you’re aware of my own feelings of “inadequacy” for “helping”, (cuz I’m a guy, lol)… I do also want you to know that I’m more than pleased to just listen and be your sounding board, too.

Love you, more than ever, more than I can say, more than you even know-

D-

Daydreams-

There have been several things lately, that I’ve noted mentally that I want to write out… but somehow they never seemed to come together in my head, to the point where I could write them as fully as I’d like; so I thought I’d take a moment tonight, and just put down some of the little flashy-visuals that I’ve had, and some parts of the much longer involved fantasies that have been in my head as well.

These are going to be rather random, and I’m not going to try to group them as to “when” or “What else” I was thinking. I’m just going to blurt…

…You were bad, so I instructed you, “Go and bring the blue rope here.” You did, and placed it in my hand; I then directed you,
“Remove your clothing. Every stitch. Take a cushion from the setee, one that you think looks nice- because it will now be known as your punishment cushion. Place it on the floor in front of me, and kneel on it; head up, hands out..”
I watched as you did these things, and as you looked up at me, nude and hands outstretched, I leaned over and quickly tied a shibari-cuff around your arms, and said, “Now, lean over, ass high, arms on floor… and when instructed to “Take your punishment position”, this is your sequence; bring rope, strip, obtain cushion, kneel, arms out for tying, then lean over with ass up… and as you lower your head, you will say to me, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

Your eyes went black at my words, and you said softly, as instructed, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

So, as you knelt with your arms bound, and head down on them, with your ass lifted high and bare, I put one knee to the floor next to you; and placing my left hand on your back, I carefully, deliberately, spanked each cheek five times, one after the other, firmly.

As I did, you wriggled.. you squirmed… you gasped… you whimpered… and you puddled…

***

We had been searching and searching, and finally found the perfect set of collars; his and hers. Soft, supple, created to our design, so each was an intricate and intimate reminder to the subbies we are, of the ownership and Dominance that we would give to the other.

We decided that rather than placing on our own necks, the first time, we were going to make the ceremonial collaring as special as our own selves, and our joining one to the other as Dominant and Submissive…

I had set several candles out, and prepared the incense; as you stood before me, eyes down, waiting… I said quietly, “My darling, my sweet little one, are you ready and sure of this?”

“Yes, Oh yes,”…

Together, we moved around the room; lighting each candle in turn, until the room was softly flickering in the light.. the incense filling the air.. and I slowly, gently, very tenderly kissed you, and slowly, gently undressed you; as you stood there, nude female before her clothed male, I admired your beauty, and could see your eyes softening, deepening, as you let yourself feel your own submission rising within you…

I took your hand, and told you that the first part of the ceremony is to prepare you, and as your Dom, it was my job to do so… so I led you to the bath, filled and scented with oils and bubbles.. and carefully guided you into it, where I washed your hair, your skin, your body. Hair was removed, until you gleamed soft and smooth; oils and lotions applied, and gentle towels…

Pressing your shoulders gently, you sank to your knees before me; I stood looking down at you, and made this vow:

“I will cherish you; i will care for you; I will always remember that as your Dominant, my primary job is to give you what you need, be it soft care, or swift pain; I will use you as you need to be used, and pamper you as you deserve to be pampered. I will seek always to ensure your safety and protect your heart, to the very best of my abilities.”

And you replied to me,
“I will obey, and trust, and give you my gift of self; I will submit to your desires, knowing that you are seeking only to fulfil my submissive needs, and always to give fully and joyfully, as I know that will please you; I trust that you will care for me, and while I may not always know why I’m to do things, I will know in my heart that they are for my own satisfaction.”

So, I took out the collar, and asked you to lift your hair, and said,

“This is the only time I will ask, and not instruct, my darling. Will you wear my collar?”

“Yes, Daddy Lord Sai, I will wear it proudly.”

Fastening the collar around your neck, I claimed you and bound you to me… and lifting you to your feet, I led you to the bed where I claimed my sweet little darling by filling her with myself, as we joined deeply and happily together.

***

We found our seats, on the airplane for our escape; settling in, buckling seatbelts, pulling a snatched blanket over our laps, we grinned, we giggled, we kissed and squeezed hands. Takeoff, and holding hands tightly, heads turned to each other, oblivious of the crowds around, kissing and smiling and whispering… dimming of cabin lights, shades pulled down, snuggling under our blanket, laughing at ourselves as we tried to entwine our feet, tried to get even closer… a little gasp, as my fingers teased up your thigh, slipping your skirt higher under the blanket, finding a pantiless mound shaved smooth and soft… a squirming wriggle, as your little fingers found my zipper, and unzipped, unsnapped, opened my pants…
pausing as the steward offered drinks, using the tray to help hide our movements… shifting in the seats, adjusting, slipping onto my lap and laying sideways, letting your thighs fall open a bit, so I could access your sweet juices, smearing fingertips around & finding that sexy hot steamy puddle…
feeling your hand grasping me, moving my balls, softly stroking… your fingertips across the slit, lifting my leaking precum to your mouth for a taste, your eyes closing as you sucked it off…
more whisper movements, turning, sliding onto me more fully, spreading legs… guiding fingers, probing cock, opening pussy… heat, wetness, slick, cock entering, stifling your breath, holding your hips and caressing your breasts as you maneuver onto me…
fucking, slow and careful and quiet, little glances of “oh my god we’re doing this”, watching.. wondering, “can anyone tell? would we care? Oh my god, we’re fucking here…”
sharp spasms, deep pulses, deep fast breathing, shhhh… orgasms, sticky hot cum into you, leaking mixture down my shaft and balls… giggling cleanup sortof, shifting, side by side, holding, looking into each others eyes, laughing, caressing, playing in our “goop” together… loving you, feeling your love for me, slow drift to a nap, chuckling together and stuck together…

***

We sailed from NY on a hot afternoon, out the lower harbor, meeting the Atlantic swells; the day was bright, sunspots glittering on the water, Lorelei making a rainbow with her bow wave in the wind. Laughing, talking, sharing and pleased as we slipped away from land, and work and  jobs and worries and cares.
As we sailed out, in the bright hot sun, we stripped, and I pulled you to me, feeling your sweet brown body with mine, tucking you next to me, showing you how we adjust sails and rudder, teaching you to bring Lorelei alive in your hands; we laughed at the spray, chilly across our overheated skin. We ensured I wouldn’t burn to a crisp, my yankee-winter-white skin so pale compared to yours, the sharp smell of the sunblock filling our noses, the tang of the salt air, the sound of rushing water and crackling sails, our laughter as you looked backward at the wake, rather wiggly…

We sailed, and we laughed, and we made love there in the cockpit, joining together in peaceful happy giddy togetherness, sharing love and experiences and learnings..

So we laughed and sang and loved, and sailed away…

***

That will do, for now- I wanted to get some of this out there, for you my darling; m’Lady, my Lily, my sweet love… There’s so much more I want to say, and will, but for now that will do. Just remember this-

I love you

Shibari

My love and I were sneaky, and we snatched some time together last week; I flew to her on Monday, and sadly had to leave her again on Wednesday. During that special time, though, we were able to play in so many different ways, albeit swiftly; we had a picnic, we went shopping for lingerie, we fulfilled a request I had, we had a bubble bath together in a big whirlpool tub in the hotel room… AND, we made time to try something that has intrigued us both, for a long time.

We went to Lowe’s, together, and wandered along to the “rope and chain” section, and purchased some soft braided lengths of clean white line. Perhaps more prosaic to buy at the home-center, but there’s still something fun about shopping together, evaluating which texture will feel best on her soft skin, which is too thin and would cut into her too much, which would be too thick to make pretty lines around her. As we’re wont to say, “mmphf”, lol!

So, Wednesday morning, she slipped into the room as I lay sleeping, about eight; and we spent time just snuggling and talking and smoking, having coffee, just being together… which was heavenly, but by the time we got out of the bed, we were going to be pressed for time, unfortunately. However, I was adamant that we were going to try this…

I had her stand before me, nude, and pulled the new rope from it’s packaging… watching her more than what I was doing, I found the center of the 30′ line, and looped that behind her neck, under her soft hair.

I’m not going to repeat the step-by-step instructions, which I had studied here; suffice it to say, without having the instructions open and available, I worked from memory as best I could (and, with the exception of adding an extra wrap around her waist, and not having the time to adjust properly I got the diamonds too small), it worked.

I pulled the lines under her sex, up and around, softly pulling, gently adjusting; there is something infinitely sexy, about having a willing submission to being wrapped up to me, that was thrilling; I could see occasional catches in her breathing, that matched my own, even as I was focused on the “how”, there was a clear underlying feeling of what it means, to bind another, to deeply feel her own willing need tobe bound, to be wrapped and tied.

When I had the harness on her, I took a few photographs, so that I could look back on it, and remember, and so she could see what I was seeing; the contrast of the clean white rope against her smooth, soft, tan skin.. the fall of her hair, the look in her eyes, the expression on her face, was absolutely wonderful.

I then moved her to the bed, and took two more lengths of matching line, and formed rope shackles around her thigh, just above the knee, and connected that to an upper wrap of the harness, spreading and pulling her legs apart, and fastening them so.. I’m looking at a photo of that position, and her beauty and the adorable expression of trust & soft submission is amazing…

I looked down at her, as she lay on the bed, looking up at me, open and vulnerable and sweetly aroused, and had her masturbate for me like that, for a time… I watched her touch and fingers dance in her pussy, watched her hips move, her eyes and face change, her breath causing her bound-up breasts to move, with the nipples darkened and hardened, until I couldn’t stand it anymore, and had to touch and taste and fuck her, wrapped and tied as she was…

When we were done, I unwound, untied, and freed her from the restraints, and we had to take a few more pictures, as the ropes and wraps had left sexy imprints on her skin; here’s an example of where the rope had passed along her ass, marking her as mine even when the harness isn’t there:

I can’t describe properly the feelings I had, even rushed, that tying

As we talked about this later, we both agreed that we want more of it- but, we also want more time to spend on it, and I shared a little bit of fantasy on what I envision, when we can, that I want to share:

I sat in the chair, as she stood before me, wearing a pretty sundress and heels that showed her pretty feet off, with their purple nails. I said quietly, “take off the dress”.  She smiled softly and slowly, deliberately removed it, and stood holding it, waiting. “Go hang it up,” I instructed, and watched as she turned and obediently found a hangar and placed it carefully in the closet. I sat and admired her lithe body move, tan and supple . When  finished, she again stood before me, waiting patiently as I looked from her feet, slowly up the length of her  legs, across  neatly groomed mound, along  tummy and breasts, where the nipples were already starting to harden, up to the soft cloud of dark hair.

“Light the candles, little one, and the champa, and turn off the lights,” I instructed from my chair, and watched intently as she moved gracefully around the room, lighting the champa and placing it into the carved holder, then around to each candle, the soft mellow glow of the flames faint in the light, but soon shining brightly as more were lit, and turned off the harsh electric light. Once again returning to stand before me, this time bathed and skin glowing in the yellower, softer light, highlighting her breasts and the sweet loveliness of her dark eyes as they sparkled, almost glowing in with eager anticipation.

“Kneel, darling, and put your hands behind your neck,” I whispered, clearing my throat as my own breathing changed, watching as she carefully knelt, and placed her hands behind her head; I love seeing that position, as it forces her back up, breasts thrust out, and her looking up at me. We stayed like that for a bit, as I let the feelings of dominance and control wash through me, and seeing her own expressions change as she felt the submissive in her come alive.

“Now go and fetch the rope, sweet darling- but you may not stand,” I said eventually, and she nodded “okay”, and moved on her knees to collect and bring the clean white soft rope to me.

I took them from her, and separated the lines, putting the shorter pieces aside. I ran some of it across her chest, teasing her with the texture, and then looped the long length around the back of her neck, and stood up. Reaching down, I took her hands in mine, and helped her to her feet, so she was standing before me again, with long tails of white line falling along the front of her tan body.

I gently began to wrap her, slowly and deliberately bringing the ropes through her legs, pressing against her mound and pussy, teasing the lips with my fingers, sliding it along her opening a bit, letting her feel the texture with her sensitive pussy lips, and feeling her arousal evidenced by the moisture that was already oozing from her… around, through, over, slowly tying her, watching her eyes and breathing; I paused now and then, to adjust the fit of the harness, making sure that she felt the wrappings as I bound her to me… feeling the emotions swirling through me, as I claimed her in this way…

Her nipples grew harder, darker, little bumps and crinkles in the areola becoming more pronounced… her hips moved, involuntarily shifts became ever more rapid, as we shared this intimate time together. The scent from the incense, the flicker of the candles, the sounds of our breathing, the little murmurs as I worked were amazingly exciting; I could feel my arousal deepening, my longing, aching need for her increasing with each motion, each movement adding to the intensity. Finally, I stepped behind her with the last of the wrap, and carefully wound it off, wrapping it around and around two of the back-crossings.

Stepping back and looking, I whispered to her, “You have never looked so lovely, my precious darling; come, see,” and taking her hand, I led her to the mirror so she could see for herself how sensually beautiful she was, with her skin criss-crossed in the rope, each twist and curve and line formed contrasting sharply with her tan skin.

Her eyes glowed black, as she looked, turning and twisting to see better, until I turned her and took her face in my hands, and gently tilted her mouth up to kiss her softly, holding her by the cheeks; then, I stepped back and said, “Undress me now, sweet little bound-one. I want to see you moving and doing things, all tied up and mine.”

She unbuttoned my shirt, carefully kissing my chest and stomach as she revealed more, and slipped it off me. Seeing her from behind, as she took it to the closet to hang, with the wraps of rope around her torso, and the two lines crossing her ass and to her front, made me squirm and I could feel a dribble of precum form, in my pants. She returned and gently unbuckled, unzipped and snapped, and lowered my pants, kneeling as she worked them off my feet, then again to the closet.

She walked back to me, and I sat again, and just looked- devouring her with my eyes, standing there wearing nothing but her heels

and Shabari harness, waiting; I said, “Now, sweetie, you’re going to do a few things for me, just because I like the thought of having you dressed like that and doing things, just because. First, I want coffee.”

She made the inarticulate mmphfygrowl sound that I adore hearing, and immediately said, “Okay Sai,” and turned to make it; her sweet face concentrating, little movements with her mouth and tongue as she worked, intense and beautiful. While we waited for it to brew, I had her turn, and put one foot up on a chair, facing me- just so I could admire the gleam of her juices, as she felt the rope moving around her lips, and she told me she could feel herself getting wetter just from being bound.

When the coffee was ready, she filled my cup and brought it to me, waiting until I sipped, and told her it was good- “Oh good, yay!” she replied, with a little bouncy wriggle; that look of joy when she knows she’s pleased me, is thrilling to me, and I could feel my smile growing. Looking at her, I could tell she wanted something, so I asked, “What do you want, little one? What’s going on in that mischievous mind of yours?”

“Cockcicle!” she said, “I want some, may I please please have some?”

Laughing, I nodded, and said, “Yes, my darling, you may- come and taste.”

She gave a wriggle of pleasure, and then once more knelt before me, putting her hand on my thigh, pulling the dark fall of her hair to the side, and lowered her mouth to me, using her lips and tongue to taste the head, licking the precum off, making little “mmm” sounds as she tasted me, then softly lowered her mouth onto me, using her lips to caress my shaft, sucking a little, tongue moving around.

God, the feelings when she does that! So intense, so amazing; when my darling uses her mouth on me, there’s no question of her own pleasure, of her enjoyment. Never do I have the feeling that this is a chore she’s performing for Me, or a “duty”; no, she revels in the taste and texture and scents, which makes me enjoy it even more.

I had intended on fucking her, but watching and feeling this, I changed my mind, so I said, “Darling girl, you’re going to make me cum with your mouth. Tonight, I want to feel you worshipping my cock, and taking it into your mouth, and I want to spurt it in you that way, so I can watch you savor it and feel you pleasing me, just because.”

Again, an inarticulate noise, and as much of a ‘good!” as she could get out, with her mouth gagged by my cock… and she stroked and sucked and licked, swirling around the head, playing with my balls, making my eyes glaze over and then close, unable to keep them open as I concentrated on the feelings she was bringing up in me.

When I came, it was sharp, and deep, and without a lot of warning, but she never paused, never drew back- merely moaned and kept on pleasuring me with her attentions, swallowing and gulping when she had too, never letting a single bit of my cum escape her mouth and lips, until finally I began to soften in her mouth; pausing then, with my semi-hard cock still in her lips, she looked up at me with dark dark eyes, shining and happy, and I reached out and traced her cheek, ran my fingers through her hair, and said, “Oh god, you are amazing, you are so exciting and sexy, little darling. I can’t explain how you make me feel, and how I love you.”

I gently pulled her from me, and leaned over, to kiss her softly and deeply, tasting myself on her lips, sharing that way, too- and then I knelt with her, holding her tight to me, feeling her breasts pressing into my chest, the ropes that bound her rougher on my skin, and we held each other like that for a while, a kneeling snuggle, warm and close and intimate together… mmmphf.

*** There’s more that I imagine, but at this moment, I can’t write it out- because, as I told her on the phone earlier, I’m going to fuck her tonight; so, I’m posting this much, and now I’m going to go and use her. ***

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.

Dance for me

  She smiled, her dark eyes twinkling and sparkling, as the music started. I watched her step back, adjusting the camera so I could see, as her lithe body began to move, swaying to the beat. I could see she was humming and mouthing the words, as her hips started rocking, and her feet began to move. Twirling, glancing over her shoulder, making eye contact despite a thousand mile separation, grinning at my expression. Hands dropping, bending, sliding fingertips up her tanned legs, flipping the hem of her dress around and giving me teasing, tantalizing glimpses of the soft skin of her thighs.

 As the music played, as I watched, rapt, she played with me. Moving, slowly raising the dress, hips gyrating; she spun, whirled, dropped the material off her shoulder, her long dark hair screening and teasing; facing the camera, using her fingers to lift the front, a hint of her sex, a bit of dark shadow showing; laughing, enjoying herself, looking for my reaction, watching for my approval. I smiled, and shifted, my longing for her starting to build, the heat intensifying. I had told her, earlier, when she discovered a song to share, that she would dance for me; and the feelings as she did, as she complied, as she worked her body to please me, were incredible.

 Her dress lifted, dropped, held in her hands, the fabric as screen, moving and teasing; holding it across her back, letting the draping folds hide herself, I could see her strong back and shoulders, tight thighs, and had to shift and adjust my own arousal; she smiled again, with that age-old look that a beautiful woman gets, when she knows her own power to excite and knows that she is, despite her obedience to my wishes for her dance, she herself is the power holder now. For although I may have ordered the dance, she alone is in control of her compliance, and the sweet knowledge of what she is doing to me, is fanning her own heat.

 Turning again, facing me, I could see her eyes darkening, deepening; I have told her that when she gets highly aroused, her eyes go black and deep, and what a thrill it was, to see that happening. A huge rush of desire and arousal, of hot excitement rose in me, and again I had to shift and adjust; she saw this as she danced, and once more the smile, the special look came on her face.

 When the dress dropped, her lovely breasts exposed to my gaze, my breath caught; her erect nipples indicating her own excitement and pleasure at the gift she was giving me, her skin slightly flushed with exertion and arousal, bringing us both to a greater state of need. As the song drew near it’s ending, the final fillip, the lifting of that last bit of cloth, showing me again her beautiful pussy, closely trimmed and smoothly shaved below. The heat in my groin, deep in my belly, behind and under, making me groan in pleasure, feeling yet another wave of desire building…as she looked, laughing and eyes glowing with a deep fire, asking me, “Did you like it? Was it okay?”

 How to answer that, properly? The sheer beauty of her dance, of her moving and her body, is one thing. The sheer joy and pleasure, in watching her compliance with my directions, is a whole different level of arousal, and to try to articulate to her what that feeling is, is difficult, is impossible.

 “Yes, my darling, it was much more than okay, it was stupendous, superb, fantastic…” I’m not sure what words I used, what my real reply was, but I hope the message, the response that she’d caused, was clear to her. What a wonderful little darling, obedient and amazingly sexy, beautifully thrilling.

 There’s a problem with prosaic things like connections, microphones, lighting, when lovers are separated by distance, but still need to connect. We need the feelings of being together, to play and explore, to enjoy each other. Thankfully we know how to work around that, and she knows how to thrill and excite, to build and enjoy and share in so many ways, to overcome the distance between us.

 I had given further instructions, that afternoon when we chatted. I had told her that she would dance, strip, for me; and, that I would watch as she groomed, and shaved tidily so her sweet sex was soft and swollen and visible, for me to enjoy. So adjustments were made, something to put the computer on was found, and the tub was refilled, with warm water and bubbles. So at last, my sweet little one is there; wet and warm, naked skin shiny with soapy bubble water, under the light, and I get to sit back, and watch.

 Her hands moving, body wash on the cloth, caressing her skin, running up and down her body, and I want to be there, bathing her, caring for her, cleaning and caressing her. I want badly to kneel next to the tub and do all the little things that need doing, to let my darling little one know she’s wanted and desired and cared for.

 Her hands smoothing shaving cream up her legs, each in turn, followed by the razor, making lines in the white cream, revealing her skin again, smooth and silky. Watching her shift, concentrating, loving the sights, the little sounds, splish of water, comments she makes, her glances to make sure of my approval, all of it is so deliciously erotic, so sensual and intimate- beyond sex, it’s another sharing time, seeing the little things she does, sharing for the first time, bath-time.

 The razor carefully now, slower and smaller strokes, gliding around her mound, along her legs, across the soft sweet lips, already puffy and aroused. Careful fingers moving, guiding and soft. I groaned again, watching. I could feel the steamy bathroom, the hot lights, the heat of her skin and body, felt it as if I was there with her. Watching closely as she finished, as the soft towel gets the pleasure of touching her all over, caressing that freshly smoothed skin, watching as lotion is smoothed, rubbed in. Once again I was struck by a huge rush of longing to be there to do that, to take care of her, in any way I could.

 We moved after that, moved on to the bed, to more games… to hot, sweet musky juices, moved on to taboos with their own intense pleasures, the immense pleasure we’ve found as we shatter those taboos together. Shatter them, and toss the pieces away, letting them fall where they want. Moving on as well to sweet words that would make me stop in my tracks, with sheer unmitigated joy. We laughed, we held, we danced a different dance, together this time, together as we should be.