My girl is insatiable and fucked me in every possible combination for hours. To my credit, with the assistance of my cock ring, I was able to control my own climax until she was finally on the verge of collapse.
The smell of coffee from the kitchen, water from the shower and a rock hard erection woke me the next morning. Her womanly,seductive scent lingered on the sheets and me.
I stroked my cock and thought about how I had rolled her onto her stomach. That lovely heart shaped ass sticking up in the air, her pussy wet and swollen from hours of fucking and cumming. I pulled off the cock ring and with perfect aim slammed my cock inside her cunt. I only got off about 10 strokes before my man juice filled her.
The shower stopped. I imagined her body wet and steamy as she emerged. First she would dry off and then apply lotion to every inch of her body.
She stood in the doorway in her short pink robe.
"Good morning my pet"
She smiled walking toward me.
"Good morning Sir. Last night was wonderful", she said leaning down to give me a kiss.
I continued stroking my cock.
"Would you like coffee in here or the kitchen my love?"
"I'll join you in the kitchen pet."
I don't know if you've ever tried to pee with a morning woody, but it isn't easy.
I slipped on my robe and joined her in the kitchen where she was sitting with a large cup of coffee.
Sharing a cup of coffee with her on the weekends, with no where to be, no schedule to keep is one of my favorite things.
We made a commitment to one another that the weekends belong to us.
Her robe gaped open in the front exposing her breasts, the bottom of it hardly covered her pussy.
"More coffee, Darling?" She asked.
"Yes, please".
I watched her walk over to the counter enjoying the swing of her hips.
"So, did you have your fill of my dick last night, Pet?" I asked watching her pour coffee into first mine,and then her mug.
She turned and smiled.
"No, my love." She answered returning with the coffee.
"No? You fucked me for hours, Pet. That wasn't enough?"
"No, Sir."
"I bet your pussy is sore and swollen this morning."
"A little."
"You know I take care of my property, so be a good girl, spread your legs and let me see."
She sat down her coffee, turned to face me and spread her legs.
"Your lips are very red,Pet. Spread them open and show me."
She reached down,parting her lips.
I leaned down for a closer look and slipped a finger inside her.
"You are wet." I announced.
"Yes, Sir. I am."
"What a little slut you are. I fucked you all night and already this morning you are wet again?"
"Yes,Sir."
She was squeezing my finger with her pussy.
"Did I give you permission to fuck my finger?"
"No, Sir."
"Alright then. Be still until instructed to do otherwise."
"Yes, Sir."
I continued sliding my finger in and out of her wet pussy, while pressing my thumb against her clit.
She was breathing faster, moving on my finger and I stopped. Leaning back and taking a huge sip of coffee.
"You seem to be having trouble remembering the rules. Stand." I ordered.
I turned around in my chair as she stood before me.
"Remove that robe."
Her eyes were staring into mine and she knew they must remain there.
She opened the robe as instructed and let it fall to the ground. Never taking her eyes from mine.
I stood facing her.
"I told you to be still. Didn't I?"
"Yes, Daddy. You did."
"You were moving and fucking my finger when I told you not to."
"I'm sorry,Daddy."
"I think you owe Daddy an explanation for your behavior."
"I couldn't help myself,Daddy."
"And, why not?"
"Because I am your slut."
She approached me putting her arms around my neck.
"I'm sorry I disobeyed you,Daddy but it felt so good when you put your finger in my naughty little pussy."
I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back. My lips hardly touching hers.
"You know what happens when you disobey,Daddy?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"You get a spanking don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy.
"Bend over and lean on the table."
She did as she was told. Waiting and expecting a spanking. I waited a very long 10 seconds or more before my hand made contact with her ass.
"Will you mind Daddy next time?"
"Yes, Daddy. I promise."
Once again my hand came down on her ass.
"That's what you said the last time."
"I'm sorry Daddy."
Another spank. She was panting as I rubbed her ass.
"Are you moving again?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Spank and then another spank.
"Why are you moving when I told you not to. You want Daddy to fuck you, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy. I do."
My dick was hard as a rock when without warning, I grabbed her hips and jammed it inside her.
"This what you wanted you little slut?"
"Yes, Daddy, yes."
I was packed in her to the hilt.
"You like Daddy's big dick inside you?"
"Oh, yes Daddy. I love it."
I pulled her harder against me, grinding my cock up inside her wet hole. Felt her pussy throbbing around my meat and suddenly withdrew.
"On your knees right now." I demanded.
"Come taste what a hot,slutty little pussy tastes like."
I shoved my dick up into her mouth.
"Suck my cock until I tell you to stop and if you are a good girl, Daddy will let you cum.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
THE WEEKEND-PART 3
It was well after midnight when we arrived at the lake house. The drive was most pleasant, though it didn't go as you had expected. I'm sure you had anticipated some playing as we traveled. Instead, we held hands, kissed at traffic lights and talked.
I so much enjoyed the view of the lady I love in the seat next to me. The smell of your perfume, the anxious look on your face as you wonder what is in store. But, you trust me and I never take that for granted. A woman's heart,love and trust must be protected and honored.
Your juices are flowing. The 7 days of not being allowed to climax have all your senses heightened. During our years together you have learned patience and control.
I quickly unload the SUV and we stroll down to the waters edge. The moonlight catches your hair and I am captivated. What did I do to deserve the love of such a woman.
I pull you into my arms. You press your body into mine and all I can do is look into your eyes.
You kiss my neck. My cock springs to attention. You moan while pressing your hot pussy against it. I take you by the hand, leading the way back to the house. I open the sliding glass door that goes from the patio into the kitchen.
"Strip", I order while kicking off my shoes.
I watch as you undress, the moonlight casting a seductive glow. Quickly I remove my own clothing, then stroke my hard pulsing cock while waiting for you to finish.
Taking your nipples between your own fingers, you pinch them, your chest heaving up and down.
I can smell your desire and it imflames me.
"Is your pussy wet,slut?"
"Yes,Sir."
"Show me", I demand still stroking my 9 inch pole.
You approach me, spreading your legs. Releasing my cock, I put my hand between your legs. The middle finger slides inside you with the greatest of ease.
I inhale sharply. You are without a doubt, the hottest woman I have ever known.
"Very good my pet. You have pleased me."
"Thank you, Sir." You pant as I slide my finger in and out of your steaming cunt.
"You hot little slut."
"Sir, I......I......"
Already you are on the verge of orgasm.
"Not yet baby girl." I say slipping my finger out of your wet hole.
I press my finger up to your lips.
"Taste the hot pussy that I am going to fuck"
I am giving you time to come down as you suck my finger into your mouth.
Your breathing returns to normal.
"Kitchen table, on your back. Now." I order.
I slide a chair out of the way as you place yourself on the table,laying back carefully.
Grabbing the chair, I seat myself between your spread legs. Lifting your thighs, I place them on my shoulders.
Kissing your inner thighs, all around your steaming mound. I take my time, kissing any and every where but 'there'.
It drives you insane. Finally, I press my lips to your clit,placing light, soft kisses all around your pussy.
"Sir......" You plead.
"Not now my pet.", I say,slowly rolling my tongue up and down over your hard clit.
"Sir.....Oh...."
"You are a sweet slut."
I thrust my tongue inside your pussy right away hitting the G-spot.
"Sir....please. Please....Sir...."
Suddenly I stop. You need more time to cool down.
I get up and lean over you, shoving my tongue inside your mouth then down to those ripe tits.
I help you down from the table. You start to kneel between my legs. I stop you.
"Plenty of time for that this weekend my pet. Tonight is all about you. Tell me what you want my love."
"Fuck me,Sir. I want you to fuck my brains out."
I turn you around, pushing you against the table.
"Fucking you want. A fucking you shall get my slut."
My hard cock is pressing against you.
"Present that pussy for fucking" I order.
You lay your chest on the table, spreading your legs and sticking out your ass.
With great precision, I aim my cock right for your snatch and sink it deep inside you. Already I can feel your pussy walls contracting.
"Come on Princess. Get fucked"
I am fucking you faster and harder. My big fuzzy nut sacks slapping against your ass.
"Yes....yes. Fuck me. Fuck your whore" You scream moving with me in perfection.
"Come on you little slut. Cum for Daddy."
"Oh....O......"
I am fucking you like a jackhammer.
"Now slut.....cum all over Daddy's big cock."
"I'm cumming......fuck me with that big dick.....yes daddy, never stop fucking me...."
"Take this cock my little slut"
"Oh, daddy,daddy,daddy....fuck me daddy...fuck me more....."
Fucking Christ you are a wild woman!
It is taking every ounce of will power I have to keep from filling that tight little pussy with my spunk.
I pull out of you, exhausted, still hard as a rock, cock soaking wet with your juices, I seat myself in the kitchen chair.
"Come here precious and sit that hot pussy on daddy's cock."
You stradle me. Bracing your hands against the back of the chair. I bury my head between your tits. Grabbing your ass with both hands.
"Fuck Daddy good baby doll, get some more cock."
"Oh, daddy....you love fucking me, don't you daddy."
"Yes you whore."
"Love sticking your big fat cock in my tight little pussy"
I am about to blow a gasket. I ram a finger up your ass and you lose it.
"Fuck me baby girl. Fuck me like the slut you are."
Tune in next time for Part 4
I so much enjoyed the view of the lady I love in the seat next to me. The smell of your perfume, the anxious look on your face as you wonder what is in store. But, you trust me and I never take that for granted. A woman's heart,love and trust must be protected and honored.
Your juices are flowing. The 7 days of not being allowed to climax have all your senses heightened. During our years together you have learned patience and control.
I quickly unload the SUV and we stroll down to the waters edge. The moonlight catches your hair and I am captivated. What did I do to deserve the love of such a woman.
I pull you into my arms. You press your body into mine and all I can do is look into your eyes.
You kiss my neck. My cock springs to attention. You moan while pressing your hot pussy against it. I take you by the hand, leading the way back to the house. I open the sliding glass door that goes from the patio into the kitchen.
"Strip", I order while kicking off my shoes.
I watch as you undress, the moonlight casting a seductive glow. Quickly I remove my own clothing, then stroke my hard pulsing cock while waiting for you to finish.
Taking your nipples between your own fingers, you pinch them, your chest heaving up and down.
I can smell your desire and it imflames me.
"Is your pussy wet,slut?"
"Yes,Sir."
"Show me", I demand still stroking my 9 inch pole.
You approach me, spreading your legs. Releasing my cock, I put my hand between your legs. The middle finger slides inside you with the greatest of ease.
I inhale sharply. You are without a doubt, the hottest woman I have ever known.
"Very good my pet. You have pleased me."
"Thank you, Sir." You pant as I slide my finger in and out of your steaming cunt.
"You hot little slut."
"Sir, I......I......"
Already you are on the verge of orgasm.
"Not yet baby girl." I say slipping my finger out of your wet hole.
I press my finger up to your lips.
"Taste the hot pussy that I am going to fuck"
I am giving you time to come down as you suck my finger into your mouth.
Your breathing returns to normal.
"Kitchen table, on your back. Now." I order.
I slide a chair out of the way as you place yourself on the table,laying back carefully.
Grabbing the chair, I seat myself between your spread legs. Lifting your thighs, I place them on my shoulders.
Kissing your inner thighs, all around your steaming mound. I take my time, kissing any and every where but 'there'.
It drives you insane. Finally, I press my lips to your clit,placing light, soft kisses all around your pussy.
"Sir......" You plead.
"Not now my pet.", I say,slowly rolling my tongue up and down over your hard clit.
"Sir.....Oh...."
"You are a sweet slut."
I thrust my tongue inside your pussy right away hitting the G-spot.
"Sir....please. Please....Sir...."
Suddenly I stop. You need more time to cool down.
I get up and lean over you, shoving my tongue inside your mouth then down to those ripe tits.
I help you down from the table. You start to kneel between my legs. I stop you.
"Plenty of time for that this weekend my pet. Tonight is all about you. Tell me what you want my love."
"Fuck me,Sir. I want you to fuck my brains out."
I turn you around, pushing you against the table.
"Fucking you want. A fucking you shall get my slut."
My hard cock is pressing against you.
"Present that pussy for fucking" I order.
You lay your chest on the table, spreading your legs and sticking out your ass.
With great precision, I aim my cock right for your snatch and sink it deep inside you. Already I can feel your pussy walls contracting.
"Come on Princess. Get fucked"
I am fucking you faster and harder. My big fuzzy nut sacks slapping against your ass.
"Yes....yes. Fuck me. Fuck your whore" You scream moving with me in perfection.
"Come on you little slut. Cum for Daddy."
"Oh....O......"
I am fucking you like a jackhammer.
"Now slut.....cum all over Daddy's big cock."
"I'm cumming......fuck me with that big dick.....yes daddy, never stop fucking me...."
"Take this cock my little slut"
"Oh, daddy,daddy,daddy....fuck me daddy...fuck me more....."
Fucking Christ you are a wild woman!
It is taking every ounce of will power I have to keep from filling that tight little pussy with my spunk.
I pull out of you, exhausted, still hard as a rock, cock soaking wet with your juices, I seat myself in the kitchen chair.
"Come here precious and sit that hot pussy on daddy's cock."
You stradle me. Bracing your hands against the back of the chair. I bury my head between your tits. Grabbing your ass with both hands.
"Fuck Daddy good baby doll, get some more cock."
"Oh, daddy....you love fucking me, don't you daddy."
"Yes you whore."
"Love sticking your big fat cock in my tight little pussy"
I am about to blow a gasket. I ram a finger up your ass and you lose it.
"Fuck me baby girl. Fuck me like the slut you are."
Tune in next time for Part 4
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
The Weekend-Part 2
Nothing I want more than to fill your beautiful mouth with my cum. A pre-trial hearing scheduled in less than an hour, I need to be on top of my game and pull my hard cock out of your mouth.
"Come my love, I'll walk you to the car"
We walk hand in hand to the garage where you are parked. I take care of my girl. . I take a great deal of pride in knowing that after all these years,when we are together, I always open the car door. Not just when leaving, but arriving as well.
I know from conversations we have had that your friends are envious. Some even question if it is all just for show. Most vanilla couples will never know the connection or bonds we share. What you give to me is returned to you 100 fold. From bringing you flowers for no particular reason, to serving you breakfast in bed every Saturday, and thousands of other little things.
Before opening the car door, I have a surprise for my baby girl.
"Don't worry about dinner tonight. When you get home, pack a bag for this weekend. Mostly casual, but do bring your black cocktail dress."
"Yes,Sir", You say leaning into me, "....anything else...?"
"You know what I prefer in the way of traveling attire?"
"Yes, Sir".
You are blushing yet your eyes smolder at the memory of our trips and your travel "attire". Something soft and feminine,with easy access.
"The button up summer dress would be very nice for what I have in mind", I say grabbing your hips and pulling them into me, "....and the toy bag of course."
"Of course", You agree, kissing my neck.
It is taking every ounce of control I possess to keep from turning you around, bending you over the car and fucking you right here and now.
"In you go my love", I say opening the door.
As is the norm, I call you when I am about 30 minutes from home. At times it is to tell you what I expect when I get home, be it you dressed only in an apron and heels, bent over the dining room table with that perfect heart shaped ass on display, or on the bed playing with your pussy.
Otherwise you always have a drink ready for me when I come home. After getting out of my business suit and into more comfortable clothes, I join you in the kitchen where you are finishing up dinner. We discuss the events of the day,listen to music, and many times dance around in our love nest.
After dinner,you take a bath or shower while I clean up the kitchen. We might watch television, or go sit outside on the patio with a drink and in the summer a late night swim in the pool is always on the menu.
It is a good life we have made together. Our relationship grows stronger each day. You are loved with a love that has no end. Your gift of submission to me is honored and respected as such and never abused.
I am excited about our weekend. A judge has loaned me his lake house for the next few days. I anticipate the drive. The open road, a star filled sky, my queen of hearts beside me and many hours to devote to one another without distraction.
I have been teasing you all week. Not allowing you to climax. You have been expecting me to lift the ban at any time and it has kept you on edge. This weekend you will be richly rewarded.
I toyed with the idea of allowing you to climax in the car on the drive to the lake, but, I think not. I don't want to just observe your first orgasm in 7 days, I want to experience it with you. To feel the power,surge and release flood all over me.
Until we meet again. Tune in next time for Part 3
"Come my love, I'll walk you to the car"
We walk hand in hand to the garage where you are parked. I take care of my girl. . I take a great deal of pride in knowing that after all these years,when we are together, I always open the car door. Not just when leaving, but arriving as well.
I know from conversations we have had that your friends are envious. Some even question if it is all just for show. Most vanilla couples will never know the connection or bonds we share. What you give to me is returned to you 100 fold. From bringing you flowers for no particular reason, to serving you breakfast in bed every Saturday, and thousands of other little things.
Before opening the car door, I have a surprise for my baby girl.
"Don't worry about dinner tonight. When you get home, pack a bag for this weekend. Mostly casual, but do bring your black cocktail dress."
"Yes,Sir", You say leaning into me, "....anything else...?"
"You know what I prefer in the way of traveling attire?"
"Yes, Sir".
You are blushing yet your eyes smolder at the memory of our trips and your travel "attire". Something soft and feminine,with easy access.
"The button up summer dress would be very nice for what I have in mind", I say grabbing your hips and pulling them into me, "....and the toy bag of course."
"Of course", You agree, kissing my neck.
It is taking every ounce of control I possess to keep from turning you around, bending you over the car and fucking you right here and now.
"In you go my love", I say opening the door.
As is the norm, I call you when I am about 30 minutes from home. At times it is to tell you what I expect when I get home, be it you dressed only in an apron and heels, bent over the dining room table with that perfect heart shaped ass on display, or on the bed playing with your pussy.
Otherwise you always have a drink ready for me when I come home. After getting out of my business suit and into more comfortable clothes, I join you in the kitchen where you are finishing up dinner. We discuss the events of the day,listen to music, and many times dance around in our love nest.
After dinner,you take a bath or shower while I clean up the kitchen. We might watch television, or go sit outside on the patio with a drink and in the summer a late night swim in the pool is always on the menu.
It is a good life we have made together. Our relationship grows stronger each day. You are loved with a love that has no end. Your gift of submission to me is honored and respected as such and never abused.
I am excited about our weekend. A judge has loaned me his lake house for the next few days. I anticipate the drive. The open road, a star filled sky, my queen of hearts beside me and many hours to devote to one another without distraction.
I have been teasing you all week. Not allowing you to climax. You have been expecting me to lift the ban at any time and it has kept you on edge. This weekend you will be richly rewarded.
I toyed with the idea of allowing you to climax in the car on the drive to the lake, but, I think not. I don't want to just observe your first orgasm in 7 days, I want to experience it with you. To feel the power,surge and release flood all over me.
Until we meet again. Tune in next time for Part 3
Saturday, July 4, 2009
The Weekend-Part 1
Friday morning before leaving for work I hand you instructions for the day. After finishing your morning routine, you will dress in the clothes I have selected. A very classy, yet sexy sundress that I bought you on my last trip to New York with some slinky sandals that match.
You already know to wear the gold wrap snake bracelet on your right wrist, to make sure that your toenails are freshly painted and without chips. You also know to dab my favorite perfume behind your ears,on your breast and behind your knees. The other jewelry is left up to you. And of course,nothing on underneath.
Once dressed, there is a list of errands you will need to make before arriving at my office at noon for lunch. At every stop light I want you to play with your pussy. I expect, and will check for myself to see that you are wet.
You close the door and approach my desk, lifting up the sundress, exposing your pussy to me,spreading your legs apart.
I stand before you holding your eyes with mine while my right hand goes right away between your legs, my finger sliding inside with the greatest of ease.
"Good girl." I say praising you.
I work my finger in and out of your pussy, rolling it around your hard clit. You know by now that your eyes are never to leave mine.
I see you struggling not to climax because you have not been granted permission to do so. Your breath is coming more rapidly. I cover your mouth with mine but stop quickly when I feel you start to reach the point of no return.
Removing my now drenched finger from you,I slip it into my own mouth loving the taste of MY pussy.
We will walk down the street to a little cafe for a quick lunch. I hate to cut it short but I am due in court later this afternoon. Plus, we have the whole weekend ahead of us.
The waitress has reserved my favorite booth. Without looking at the menu, I order for both of us.
I slide over closer to you. My hand goes under the table,lifting the fabric of your dress, I slip my hand under your crossed leg as you shift your weight to the other hip.My finger seeks and finds your hot wet pussy.
Your walls squeeze around my finger.
Such a slut for me.
I turn your eyes to face mine.
"Fuck my finger,right here, right now, like the whore you are." I whisper.
Your hips slowly begin to roll around my finger.
The waitress approaches with our drinks and you stop.
"I didn't tell you to stop. Did I,pet?"
"No, Sir." You answer then continue fucking yourself with my finger.
I lean back in the booth, lifting the scotch and water to my lips with the other hand. I can tell by the way you are moving and the look in your eyes that you are close.
Suddenly I remove my finger from you, dipping it straight away in my drink before rubbing it across your lips.
A gentleman across the way has caught my attention.He seems most captivated by our performance.
"Uncross your legs", I softly order and you do so without questions.
"See the gentleman over there." I ask, casting my eyes over in his direction.
"Yes Sir."
"Raise your dress a little, spread your legs and give him a good look at my pretty, hot pussy."
Your eyes nervously dart back and forth from him to me.
"Do as I ask, pet."
Without further hesitation you reach under the table, raise your dress and part your legs.
Our peeeping Tom really has something to peep at now.
You flinch.
"Keep them open", I say leaning in to kiss your neck.
He can't take his eyes off of you and I can't blame him.
Dipping my finger into my drink, I place it on your lips.
"Pretend this is my cock".
Slowly you suck my finger into your mouth.
Tom is shifting around in his chair, unable to believe what he is seeing.
The ringing of his cell phone breaks the trance he is in and it is with great distress that he takes his eyes off your pussy.
I am most pleased with your behavior. We have come such a long way since the start of your training.
After lunch you walk me back to the office. Expecting nothing more than a kiss goodbye, I pull you inside and lock the door.
"You have pleased me today my love."
I pull you to me. Your body and mind crying out for the release of orgasm. You will have it. But not right now.
Leaning back against my desk I only want to look at you.
"Show me your tits"
You lift them out of the sundress, rubbing your nipples.
"Suck my cock like the good little slut you are."
You kneel down in front of me and begin to unzip my trousers.
Until we meet again. Tune in next time for Part 2
You already know to wear the gold wrap snake bracelet on your right wrist, to make sure that your toenails are freshly painted and without chips. You also know to dab my favorite perfume behind your ears,on your breast and behind your knees. The other jewelry is left up to you. And of course,nothing on underneath.
Once dressed, there is a list of errands you will need to make before arriving at my office at noon for lunch. At every stop light I want you to play with your pussy. I expect, and will check for myself to see that you are wet.
You close the door and approach my desk, lifting up the sundress, exposing your pussy to me,spreading your legs apart.
I stand before you holding your eyes with mine while my right hand goes right away between your legs, my finger sliding inside with the greatest of ease.
"Good girl." I say praising you.
I work my finger in and out of your pussy, rolling it around your hard clit. You know by now that your eyes are never to leave mine.
I see you struggling not to climax because you have not been granted permission to do so. Your breath is coming more rapidly. I cover your mouth with mine but stop quickly when I feel you start to reach the point of no return.
Removing my now drenched finger from you,I slip it into my own mouth loving the taste of MY pussy.
We will walk down the street to a little cafe for a quick lunch. I hate to cut it short but I am due in court later this afternoon. Plus, we have the whole weekend ahead of us.
The waitress has reserved my favorite booth. Without looking at the menu, I order for both of us.
I slide over closer to you. My hand goes under the table,lifting the fabric of your dress, I slip my hand under your crossed leg as you shift your weight to the other hip.My finger seeks and finds your hot wet pussy.
Your walls squeeze around my finger.
Such a slut for me.
I turn your eyes to face mine.
"Fuck my finger,right here, right now, like the whore you are." I whisper.
Your hips slowly begin to roll around my finger.
The waitress approaches with our drinks and you stop.
"I didn't tell you to stop. Did I,pet?"
"No, Sir." You answer then continue fucking yourself with my finger.
I lean back in the booth, lifting the scotch and water to my lips with the other hand. I can tell by the way you are moving and the look in your eyes that you are close.
Suddenly I remove my finger from you, dipping it straight away in my drink before rubbing it across your lips.
A gentleman across the way has caught my attention.He seems most captivated by our performance.
"Uncross your legs", I softly order and you do so without questions.
"See the gentleman over there." I ask, casting my eyes over in his direction.
"Yes Sir."
"Raise your dress a little, spread your legs and give him a good look at my pretty, hot pussy."
Your eyes nervously dart back and forth from him to me.
"Do as I ask, pet."
Without further hesitation you reach under the table, raise your dress and part your legs.
Our peeeping Tom really has something to peep at now.
You flinch.
"Keep them open", I say leaning in to kiss your neck.
He can't take his eyes off of you and I can't blame him.
Dipping my finger into my drink, I place it on your lips.
"Pretend this is my cock".
Slowly you suck my finger into your mouth.
Tom is shifting around in his chair, unable to believe what he is seeing.
The ringing of his cell phone breaks the trance he is in and it is with great distress that he takes his eyes off your pussy.
I am most pleased with your behavior. We have come such a long way since the start of your training.
After lunch you walk me back to the office. Expecting nothing more than a kiss goodbye, I pull you inside and lock the door.
"You have pleased me today my love."
I pull you to me. Your body and mind crying out for the release of orgasm. You will have it. But not right now.
Leaning back against my desk I only want to look at you.
"Show me your tits"
You lift them out of the sundress, rubbing your nipples.
"Suck my cock like the good little slut you are."
You kneel down in front of me and begin to unzip my trousers.
Until we meet again. Tune in next time for Part 2
Monday, June 29, 2009
New Dom In Town
I must admit to never having blogged. Guess that makes me a blogging virgin.
I am a real,living,breathing and practicing Dom. That isn't what I am, it is who I am.
I became interested in the D/s lifestyle at the age of 16 and have lived it ever since.
Many claim to be Dom's, but few really are. I detest the punks that read a few books or articles and decide they are a "DOM". They think they can pull some hair,speak sharply, swat a backside,demand a blowjob and that makes them a Dom. I'm here to tell you, it does not.
Being a real Dom isn't a hobby or something you live every once in a while, on the weekends,etc. It is a 24-7 thing.
Also, being a Dom, doesn't mean that I am evil or that I use,abuse and beat women.
I love,adore and worship womankind. A true Dom will never abuse a sub in any way and that includes but is not limited to,mental and emotional abuse as well as physical.
A real Dom will know the value of a true sub. And while I am at it, to be a sub does not mean a woman is weak. Far from it.
Once you find that special sub that completes you and makes you mind and body feel alive and your soul sing, she is your shining pride.
You can tell a good Dom by the way he treats his sub. A good and true Dom always protects and loves that which belongs to him. Always.
What kind of dick am I if my sub, my lady, is unhappy?
She looks to me, not as a master, but as her protector. She is mine, is in my charge, it is my obligation to her and me as well to safeguard her in any and all ways possible.
If my lady has tears, it is my job to dry them.
Scared, my job to make her feel safe.
Alone,my job to comfort her.
Upset, my job to soothe her.
A real Dom does not rule with fear, but with compassion. She is part of me. Flesh of flesh and bone of my bone. Who among us doesn't take care of that which belongs to us?
If she has doubts, then I have failed her, and to a true Dom, that is not acceptable. For only a true Dom,knows what a rare flower the love and devotion of a sub is. I am to love and care for her as I do for myself.
She must love you with her mind as well as her heart and body. Make her mind feel safe, let it be secure in it's trust for and of you and that will expand and further develop the bonds between. Thus, making two become one.
As a Dom, that is what I seek.
I don't want a robot, but a real woman who at the core of her being is a sub. You can find submissive women to play with around every corner and most of them just play at it. They know all the right things to say, but sadly, most are of the mind set that to be a sub means to be used or walked on like a doormat.
I have no attraction at all to a woman without enough self esteem not to be used and walked on like a door mat. I want a woman with enough spunk and wherewithall to stand up for herself. Even if it means calling me on the carpet. You need a woman like that to gound you. A woman who sees behind all your blow hard male bravado is a keeper.
Most men don't look past what they see in front of their eyes when looking for a sub. I want a woman with substance. Someone I can have an intelligent conversation with, and someone I still want to spend time and be with after the lovemaking, sex and play is finished.
One thing that I look for and at, in a potential partner, one that has proven over the years to be most telling, and please, spare me the tongue lashing about old fashioned ideas, but, the condition of her house or apartment. There,I said it.
It isn't always the case, but over 90% of the time, a woman with a clean, neat and tidy home, is one you should give a second look. That speaks not only to her housekeeping abilities, far from it, but it mostly speaks to how she feels about herself. Does she have pride and self esteem? Does she pay attention to detail? A woman that has pride in her home, will have pride in her relationship with her man. She pays attention to her home, will pay attention to you.
Oh the other hand, a full out slob who is content to live in an unkept place, will be unkept in her relationship with you. Like I said, that isn't always the case, but most of the time you can bank on it. After all, they say home is where the heart is. If her home is a mess and cold, her heart is the same. A woman who is intentional with her home, will be intentional with you.
I have a weakness for those steel magnolias, soft spoken,strong southern women who are well versed and practiced in the art of seduction. And can do so with the bat of an eye or subtle movement.
Enough for now.Until we meet again.
I am a real,living,breathing and practicing Dom. That isn't what I am, it is who I am.
I became interested in the D/s lifestyle at the age of 16 and have lived it ever since.
Many claim to be Dom's, but few really are. I detest the punks that read a few books or articles and decide they are a "DOM". They think they can pull some hair,speak sharply, swat a backside,demand a blowjob and that makes them a Dom. I'm here to tell you, it does not.
Being a real Dom isn't a hobby or something you live every once in a while, on the weekends,etc. It is a 24-7 thing.
Also, being a Dom, doesn't mean that I am evil or that I use,abuse and beat women.
I love,adore and worship womankind. A true Dom will never abuse a sub in any way and that includes but is not limited to,mental and emotional abuse as well as physical.
A real Dom will know the value of a true sub. And while I am at it, to be a sub does not mean a woman is weak. Far from it.
Once you find that special sub that completes you and makes you mind and body feel alive and your soul sing, she is your shining pride.
You can tell a good Dom by the way he treats his sub. A good and true Dom always protects and loves that which belongs to him. Always.
What kind of dick am I if my sub, my lady, is unhappy?
She looks to me, not as a master, but as her protector. She is mine, is in my charge, it is my obligation to her and me as well to safeguard her in any and all ways possible.
If my lady has tears, it is my job to dry them.
Scared, my job to make her feel safe.
Alone,my job to comfort her.
Upset, my job to soothe her.
A real Dom does not rule with fear, but with compassion. She is part of me. Flesh of flesh and bone of my bone. Who among us doesn't take care of that which belongs to us?
If she has doubts, then I have failed her, and to a true Dom, that is not acceptable. For only a true Dom,knows what a rare flower the love and devotion of a sub is. I am to love and care for her as I do for myself.
She must love you with her mind as well as her heart and body. Make her mind feel safe, let it be secure in it's trust for and of you and that will expand and further develop the bonds between. Thus, making two become one.
As a Dom, that is what I seek.
I don't want a robot, but a real woman who at the core of her being is a sub. You can find submissive women to play with around every corner and most of them just play at it. They know all the right things to say, but sadly, most are of the mind set that to be a sub means to be used or walked on like a doormat.
I have no attraction at all to a woman without enough self esteem not to be used and walked on like a door mat. I want a woman with enough spunk and wherewithall to stand up for herself. Even if it means calling me on the carpet. You need a woman like that to gound you. A woman who sees behind all your blow hard male bravado is a keeper.
Most men don't look past what they see in front of their eyes when looking for a sub. I want a woman with substance. Someone I can have an intelligent conversation with, and someone I still want to spend time and be with after the lovemaking, sex and play is finished.
One thing that I look for and at, in a potential partner, one that has proven over the years to be most telling, and please, spare me the tongue lashing about old fashioned ideas, but, the condition of her house or apartment. There,I said it.
It isn't always the case, but over 90% of the time, a woman with a clean, neat and tidy home, is one you should give a second look. That speaks not only to her housekeeping abilities, far from it, but it mostly speaks to how she feels about herself. Does she have pride and self esteem? Does she pay attention to detail? A woman that has pride in her home, will have pride in her relationship with her man. She pays attention to her home, will pay attention to you.
Oh the other hand, a full out slob who is content to live in an unkept place, will be unkept in her relationship with you. Like I said, that isn't always the case, but most of the time you can bank on it. After all, they say home is where the heart is. If her home is a mess and cold, her heart is the same. A woman who is intentional with her home, will be intentional with you.
I have a weakness for those steel magnolias, soft spoken,strong southern women who are well versed and practiced in the art of seduction. And can do so with the bat of an eye or subtle movement.
Enough for now.Until we meet again.
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