Soft words

I am at times struck by how just a few softly spoken words can influence me. It happens all the time in my world. From the gentle (but rare) acknowledgment of a job well done at the office to a thank you for my volunteer efforts to the more personal words of my Mistress.

She will utter words that can easily sway where I am and what I’m thinking. Tonight it was just a few words which thrilled me to no end.

I was disrobing her by the closet, kneeling before her, helping her remove shirt, pajamas, panties, socks and she was faced away from me at the end – in the moment she became naked. I kissed her cheeks and tried to nuzzle my way in between her cheeks, but with her standing, I had a difficult time getting in to find her tiny tender spot between her cheeks. “Find it” she whispered hoarsely. “Find it pup!”

I am not sure if she realizes it, but when I was in the world of ski areas, the rescue dogs were trained to the words of “Find ’em!” when they were out looking for lost skiers – or drilling for the same. So her, my Mistress and owner, telling her pup to “Find it!” hit home to an older part of my timeline. I don’t think she knows that part.

She leaned forward slightly, opening herself up to my tongue, which soon found it’s mark and make shallow attempts at touching and cleaning their mark. “Deeper” she exhorted. “Get it in there deeper” My cock swelled quickly. Her hand reached behind her, grabbed my hair, pulled me into her ass and I did, indeed, get my tongue deeper. She did, indeed, need a cleaning before bed, and I think she knew that. She brought me to the place where she knows I enjoy things, left my cock to pulse and throb, all on its own, completely untouched.

Eventually, my cock subsided while I rubbed her back in bed. I’m not even sure she knew I was so erect, as she was simply too tired to be concerned about anything related to my pleasure or discomfort. I pet her to sleep, I withdrew from the room, I felt the wet spot left behind from my earlier arousal. And now, I’m wrapping gifts and getting us all ready for Christmas.

Busy times, but we make the time to have some joy.

Big Bed

I like how my boy was ordered to sleep last night.

It is interesting to me that after years and years of sleeping together, we still find ways of mixing it up.

We have been house sitting for the weekend. They have an enormous bed…..huge, comfortable and completely smothered in heavy down comforters and pillows. It is luxurious. Sexy. Regal, even. It is much more space than what we are used to. It is one of those sleeping spaces where you want to go to bed at 7pm, just so you lose yourself in a sea of blankets.

Except that I couldn’t sleep. I was too hot. I tossed and turned for a couple of hours. I was wide awake…..too hot, too often. My boy came along with me on this ride….I pulled him closer to me. I pushed him away. I had him pet me and rub me, and then said he could stop because his warm hands were adding unwanted heat. I switched sides of the bed. I traded pillows. I had him read out loud, which made me sleepy, but sleep still would not conquer me.

Finally, for some reason I am not entirely sure, I had him lay with his feet up by the headboard, and his face down by my ass. It simply came upon me that I wanted him there like that. I had him curled against me, his beautiful face pressed tightly against my ass and I lay on my side, facing away from him.

His nose buried in that space where my ass my pussy meet. That triangle of love. That magical, dark, musky, sexy space. That is where my boy slept.

But before he slept, he lapped. He was ordered to lick and lap all of those dark spaces. His entire face was smothered by my skin, by the weight of comforters, by the darkness of sheets. It felt good to me….it almost felt like he was in a bondage of a different kind. I knew I would keep him there until sleep found me, and it did. But that was after the sex, after the enormous orgasm I had while using my sex slave, my boy. Once I felt the last of the spasms of those wonderful waves that washed over me, I ordered him back down to that space. Now damper, now mustier, he again pressed his nose and mouth into my folds, breathing deeply as instructed.

We slept. We both slept. Quickly, deeply, erotically, fully.

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