Whilst I am away on Family Business for a few days, satiate yourselves with a morsel I wrote about some sexy loveliness that occurred before I started the 100 Orgasms in 10 Days challenge.
Fear not, even though I am apart from Mister I am still remaining true to the Cause!
Readying myself for bed of an evening, nothing in particular in mind for Mister and I other than sex perhaps being a suitable way to drift off into slumber, I was lying on the bed, waiting for him to come to me. On my side, arm draped along my flank, idle and calm.
Moments before I had rearranged, tidied a few items in the room in the mean time. Moved the blindfold onto the side table from its original position on the floor. No intention to use it, but it is the first thing he noticed upon entering the bedroom.
Oh, so you want to be blindfolded do you?
My eyes light up, the wry smile on my face answered him where no words were needed. I immediately start to sink into the submissive’s mindset. Never meek, but complicit and obedient. I want him to subdue me, tame me tonight.
Straight away he assumed his role and told me to kneel facing away from his standing position at the end of the bed so that he can put on the blindfold. The purple satin slips over my eyes. My sleek hair makes it difficult for it to remain in place and I help him in arranging my blackout. We negotiate the tightness. I told him to pull tighter each at end of the knot. I can take it. Instinctively I shut my eyes as well as having the material drawn over my eyes.
Disoriented so easily, my hands flail out as I am told to stand, and he whipped my frame around, hand clutching my hair, into a kiss. First fondling my breasts, he moved me to face the bedroom wall, instructed me to set my hands against it. My forearms braced themselves. Thoughts started to blur as his hands stroked up my back to scratch lightly, quickly back down into a surprising swipe spank making me gasp. My reaction was followed by the warm glow of a smile lighting up my face. I spread my legs slightly and swayed in wait for the next impact he would deliver. He did not disappoint. Each spank that followed with his palm is firm, quickly delivered and stung that pleasant welcome sting he has made me crave over the years. The sting that makes me lower my head in the inky darkness and hiss through gritted teeth before the pause allowed me to twist my head in the perceived direction I think him to be in and give him that tilted grin of His girl wishing to be nowhere else than right there in this domain he has created.
After a few minutes of varying degrees of pace and pain-delivering spanks, caresses, pinches, my knees began to buckle, each time I drew myself up slowly to return to the position he placed me in. He seems to want to stretch this out longer than usual as he soon stopped when he realised it’s taking me longer each time to recover the stance. I acknowledge now that he was being considerate when he told me to kneel between his legs next. For a long time he required me to stroke his thighs, something we both take pleasure in. The playfulness of my fingers dancing across his skin in a mixture of firm flat palm strokes alternating with solely my forefinger and little finger tingling along his tensed muscle. At one point I leaned in to kiss him before remembering myself and asking permission to do so. I know he wouldn’t have remonstrated me for such an act of tenderness, but I was drifting in that current of submission I wanted him to tell me what I could and couldn’t do.
Closer and closer I move my head to his inner thighs, that delicate and highly sensitive skin there. His musky scent was stronger here and as it filled my lungs I felt intoxicated and lulled into my instinct-driven desire to reach out and lick him. But he hadn’t said I could. Yet. It was an overwhelming wish in that position – blindfolded, kneeling, each hand on either thigh. My natural want was Him. My hair began to brush against his cock and balls, I think to myself how he was now teasing himself by not letting me pay those attention.
Please? I whimpered, my voice soft and quiet.
I didn’t need to say any more. He knew exactly what I meant, yet he urged me further.
Please what? He was playing he game now.
I smiled under my breath as I spoke the words we both wanted to hear.
Please? Please can I lick you?
Good girl. You may.
Consent had been given and I all but leapt on him, first licking his balls, kissing softly, lightly bringing my hand to stroke that spot just behind them. Purring in a quiet, low moan as he sighed contentedly in return. I brought my tongue next up from the base of his shaft up to the tip of his head in one slow, laborious lick, looking up with my blinded gaze to smile at him with a wide grin. I was so happy. In my place kneeling between his legs, being told what to do, freshly spanked. Bliss. After a second or two like this my nose felt a little damp and I realised his warm pre-come had amusingly ended up there. I moved back down and lapped at the tip of his cock, briefly dipping to press my soft, wet lips around the top of his shaft in a kiss.
The head rush that blazed through me was forgivable from the swift movement he subjected me to in his next action to stand me up once more. Giddy from this he gave his next instruction.
Get on all fours on the bed, I’m going to screw you now.
Shivers ran through me at his words coated with pleasure and directness. As he took me he described to me how we looked as he could see our carnal actions reflected in the mirror across from the bed. How I wished for a split second there was a camera to record just a still frame of the frantic clutching of the sheets he was forcing me to do as he thrust into me. I now flung the blindfold to the side of the bed as it had half slipped off from its position at any rate and contorted myself around to look through half-lidded eyes full of want for him. His orgasm was strong as he called out and moaned in a scarce vocal reaction from him. My ragged breathing caught in my throat as my own climax was triggered from the knowledge of his own satisfaction reaching the desired end.
In every example of where kink goes right for us, smiling and actually fucking loving it is an important element. I may hiss. I may gasp. I may squirm and try to wriggle away from him. I may scream aloud. But in all aspects I will be smiling at various points during it and certainly be left contentedly lying in his arms afterwards or looking in the eyes of the man who I call mine and whom I am completely his girl.
Kink, even when it’s fairly light as here - We’re doing it right. For us.
