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8 Feb

“Now,” He says, “you may kneel.”

He helps me stand first; i have been bent over the arm of the couch long enough, and spanked thoroughly enough, that i am a little dizzy, a little disoriented.   With one hand in my hair, the other on my shoulder, he helps me to my feet.  It is only a few steps to the cushion on the floor.  He guides me firmly.

Once i’m settled on my knees, He lets go of me and settles himself in His chair.  

“Now,” He says.  “What do you want.”

“Sir,” i say, and i think i’m blushing – i wonder if my face is as red as my ass.  i can feel the heat in both places. “Sir, i want to suck your cock, please, Sir.”  And then, because really, i’m confident that He wants this too, i smile.  “Please, Sir.”

“Yes,” He says.  “You may.  But start with your hands behind your back.”

Pouting just a little, i move closer to him, easily sliding on the pillow under my knees.  i put my hands behind my back.  

His cock is already half hard, as i move my mouth closer to it, i think it twitches a little, anticipating my caress.  i smile at it.   Bend to lower my mouth, when –

“Don’t touch,” He says.  “Not yet.  Just look.”

i stop myself, my mouth maybe an inch away from His cock.   i breathe gently on it, hoping the sensation, the warmth, the touch of my breath will seduce Him into allowing more.

“Wait,” He says, “Wait for permission.”

“Yes, Sir,” i say, surprised that He feels the need to say so.  At this moment, i am completely His to control.  i watch His cock, continuing to breathe on it, and i think about how lovely it is.  The look of it, the slightly musky smell.  i try to focus on what i see and sense, not moving ahead even in my mind. 

i don’t know how long goes by.  It is a little uncomfortable, with my hands behind my back, i am not so well balanced.  But i’m ok, and i wait, quietly concentrating on His cock.  At last –

“Now,” He says. “You may use your mouth.”

i lick first.  Just lick the head of it, which has been so close to my mouth anyhow.  Easy enough to lick, to taste, to feel the skin, so soft.  The cock responds almost immediately, beginning to grow.

i nibble a little.  The head is slick now, it’s easy to move my lips over it.  Open my mouth and begin to pull it into my mouth.   Just the head is in when He says,

“Stop.”

i do – i stop immediately.  i don’t even suck, i just hold my mouth still, encircling the head of His cock.  Savoring it.  Then – not sure that He wants me immobile – i suck a little.  Move my tongue.  He strokes my hair, so i think this must be ok.  After a minute or so, He says,

“Ok.  Good.  You can go on.”

So i do, of course.  i take more of His cock into my mouth, still with my hands behind my back.  He’s gotten quite hard now, as i move my tongue along the shaft, i can feel His vein throbbing.  i focus my tongue on the vein, working my way back up the shaft –

– then licking around the rim, just under it.  His cock keeps trying to slide away from me, and finally, i say, inbetween licks, “Sir?”

“Yes?”

“May i please use my hands?  i think i could please you more if i could use my hands too.”  But i don’t say it all at once like that – it’s broken up by kisses and licks and little sucks, so it comes out “May i please…” pause to suck and lick, “use my hands…” pause – and so on.  i end with “Please, Sir?’

– and to my delight, He says, “Yes, you may use your hands.”

The benefit of that is not so much my hands as that now i can move His cock more easily, place my mouth exactly where i want it.  Eventually, of course, i’ll need my hands too, to create that hot, wet space for His cock to slide through, into my mouth.  But for now, it’s enough to be able to hold His cock, encircling the base with one hand, and licking all around it.

i begin to take it deeper into my mouth, moving rhythmically up and down, sliding it a bit further in each time.  As it begins to hit the back of my throat, i slow down, focus on relaxing my throat, still taking it deeper. 

i let it choke me, gag me a couple of times, and then i back off, licking and sucking around the head.  And i think how much i love this.   

It’s not about getting to the end, although that’s nice too.  But it’s not a race to make Him cum, there’s no hurry.  i could do this for hours, just enjoying, savoring the cock that responds so nicely to my mouth…

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Just making this up…

7 Feb

“Come here,” He says.

Quickly, i do; i stand in front of Him, waiting for the next direction. 

“You still have clothes on,” He says, looking stern.

“Yes, Sir, i do,” i say, “Would you like me to take them off?”

“Yes, slut,” He says.  “I need to inspect you.”

That makes me catch my breath – “O!” but i don’t stop unbuttoning my shirt.  i try to undress gracefully, slipping out of sleeves, sliding bra straps down…  i wiggle out of my jeans, hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, working them down over my hips and thighs.

He watches. 

When i am naked, He looks at me, just looks, until i begin to grow uncomfortable.  i want to cover myself, but i know better.

“Spread your legs,” He says.  i do – i spread my legs shoulder width apart – and still He just looks.  My arms and hands feel awkward, i have the urge to cover myself even more.  My naked pussy is so exposed.

“Spread your lips,” He says.  Again, i gasp – “O,” and i obey a little slowly, not totally wanting to open the lips barely covering my hot, wet clit.    But i do, and that thrusts my hips forward a little as i do it.  Then –

“Hands behind your back,” He says. 

And that’s a relief, because now i have something to do with my hands.  My back curves with the movement, my breasts are thrust forward, my ass protrudes, it takes me a moment to balance completely, with my legs spread wide, pussy exposed.  But i know how He wants me, and i try to arrange myself in the way that will please Him.

He is still watching.  He’s leaned forward in His chair, arms resting on His knees, watching intently.   Like i’m under His microscope.   No sign of approval – or disapproval either, so i take comfort from that. 

i can feel my pussy getting hot, and wet, just standing there waiting.  Vaguely, i wonder how that works.  Why does this turn me on, make my pussy throb?

He stands then, and a shiver runs through me.  i want His touch on my body – anywhere, any kind of touch.  

Thumbs brush my nipples, and honestly, my knees feel weak.  i tremble.  He pinches then, fingers grasping both nipples hard, and somehow that stablilizes me. 

It hurts, o, it hurts, and a sound escapes me.  “Mmpf.”  He raises His eyebrows as if surprised, and i swallow hard, holding back the moan.

Releasing my nipples, He slaps the inside of my thighs, and i spread my legs a little farther open.  

He puts one arm around me, placing His hand on my hands, at the small of my back.  Holding me steady, He smacks my pussy.  Lightly first, then hard, again, harder – O!  i try not to cry out, but –

Harder – 

                 – i can’t hold back, a whimper, a moan escapes me… twice more – hard, stinging blows fall between my legs.  Then –

fingers sliding inside me, sliding deep into my pussy –

“You’re wet,” He says. 

“Yes, Sir,” i gasp – His fingers probe – i feel myself climbing – arousal building – O

“Your cunt is wet,” He says.

“Yes, Sir,” i say, squirming a  little more at His use of that word.

“Why is that?” He says.  “Tell me why your cunt’s wet.”

“Sir – ” i say, i can barely talk for the pleasure running through my body, i’m so aware of His hand on my back, over my hands, holding me steady, and the fingers pressing inside my pussy – “Sir – You’re touching me – Your making me hot – and wet -“

But that’s not what He wants, His fingers slow down, “No, slut,” He says, “I want a full sentence starting with ‘my cunt is wet because…’  Go ahead.  Now.”

And i’m moving my hips, trying to keep His fingers moving deep inside me, when He pulls out and slaps me hard – slaps my pussy, “Now.”  He says.  “My cunt is wet because…”

And i gasp – i want His fingers back soooo bad, and i don’t like that word, He knows i don’t like it – and yet –

“My – my-” and i have to force it out – “My cunt, Sir,” and then it comes easily “My cunt is wet and hot because you’re touching it, Sir!  Because You – um, you smacked it, you smacked my cunt, and that made me hot and wet, and then You put Your fingers inside my cunt, and O, Sir, please, can i have Your fingers back in my cunt, please, Sir?”

He’s laughing then, “Good girl,” but “No, I’m not through inspecting you.  I haven’t even looked at your ass.”

He walks around behind me.  i hold my breath. 

“Your hands – put your hands up behind your neck,” He says. 

It takes me a moment to get it, before i can obey, His hand comes down on my ass, hard.  I cry out, shock more than pain. 

“Now,” He says.  “Hands behind your neck.”

i clasp my hands at the nape of my neck, leaving my ass and back exposed.

“Good girl,” and He rubs my ass where i’m sure it’s already turning red.  His hands spread my cheeks, and i blush, i can feel my whole body blushing.

“Does it make you hot when i smack your ass?” He asks.

“Yes, Sir,” i say, not sure what’s coming next.

“Tell me,” He says.

“It makes me – ” and then i get it, “It makes my cunt hot – it makes my cunt wet – when You smack my ass, Sir.”

“Then I think you should thank Me,” He says, and even though i can hear laughter in His voice, i know He means it.

“Thank You, Sir,” i say quickly.  Quickly because i’ve learned – the hard way – that may lead Him to think He “hasn’t done enough for me to be grateful yet.”  It cost me 10 hard spanks just recently, being slow to respond.

“Bend over,” He says, and –

i hate to – i don’t want to – it exposes my ass, um, my asshole way more than i want, but i don’t delay.  i’m a little off balance with my hands behind my neck, and he holds my breast as i lean forward, helping me stay balanced.

His other hand rests on the inside of my thigh, close to my pussy.  “What’s this?” He asks, His hand gripping my thigh – “you’re all wet here!  What is that, slut?”

“Sir,” i say, “It’s – um – it’s -” and my voice drops, i can’t help it, “It’s me, um, it’s from my – from my cunt, Sir,” and suddenly, it’s ok, that wall inside me breaks open, and i just say it, “O, Sir, it’s wetness from my cunt because you make me soooo hot, Sir.”  And i’m filled with joy because really –

– there’s no shame here – i belong to Him, and of course my cunt is wet, because He wants it to be.  And in that moment, all i want is to belong to Him, to please Him, to feel this rush of delight.  And from deep in my heart, i say, “Thank You, Sir.” 

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My facebook quote for the day:

“I am here to seduce you into a love of life; to help you to become a little more poetic; to help you die to the mundane and to the ordinary so that the extraordinary explodes in your life.”
~~  Osho

  

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Back in the Training School – Part III

26 Dec

Because only a velcro strip holds my skirt together anyhow, it’s easy to reach behind me and open it when told to.  One simple gesture, and my ass is completely exposed.  As i separate the velcro, i wonder if i’ll ever hear that noise again – that ri-i-i-ping sound, without remembering moments like this.

 “Here,” he says, and i’m quickly bent over his knee, his hand on my butt.  His hand caresses, and i realize, with relief, that this is not a real punishment.  i relax under his stroking hand –

– and gasp as it descends with force, quite suddenly.  O!  Taken by surprise, i am intensely aware of the tingling, burning sensation, that’s not actually unpleasant  His hand is caressing again, and he says,

“What are you supposed to say?”

O!  i’ve been completely distracted by the sensation, and i know better.  “One – thank you, Sir, may i have another, please?”  i say it quickly, afraid i’m already in trouble.

But he laughs.  “That’s better,” he says.  “Pay attention now.”   And i do, remembering the formula for Two, which lands in the exact same spot on my butt as One.  When Three lands in the SAME spot, it hurts.  But – i feel quite lopsided.  The other side of my ass feels neglected.

He’s stroking again.  “Let’s do one more,” he says, “and I’ll let you choose – do you want it in the same place, or on the other side?”

“O, thank you, Sir,” i say, “On the other side, please.”

“But if I do the other side,” he says, “Then I’ll need to even it up and give you three more.  Is that what you want?”

i’m only slightly surprised to hear myself say, “Yes, Sir, please, Sir, three more on the other side.”  

He delivers them with enthusiasm, and i remember to thank him.  After Three, he laughs and says, “Now, one more for good measure,” and gives me a fourth on each side. 

His hand probes between my legs, caressing my pussy, which has gotten hotter and wetter with each stroke.  “You respond well to that,” he says.  “Good girl,” and a shiver runs through me.  His fingers are inside me, and i’m soooooo close to cumming, “Please, Sir, please may i cum?” i say.

And the fingers are withdrawn, a pat and a little push encourages me to get to my feet.  Standing, breasts exposed, back of my skirt completely open, i’m trembling.    “Kneel,” he says –

– and i smile.  “Yes, Sir.” 

Nestling into the space between his legs, i watch him take his cock in his own hand.  He is already getting hard, and i long to touch.  But i wait.

“Do you want this?” he says.  

Without taking my eyes off him, i nod, “Yes, Sir, i do.”

“Ok,” he says, “then you may touch me.  Show me what you know about pleasing with your mouth.”

It flashes through my mind that this is a test – that he is putting me through my paces.  But that thought is swept away by desire to please him.   i don’t know what he likes, but i trust that he’ll let me know as we go along.

The art of cock worship – the delicate exploration of this cock, looking for what he responds to.  The caress of lips and tongue, the hot warmth of my mouth wrapped around him, the harshness of the cock striking the back of my throat…  i try all of these, focusing intently on his response.

i take my time.  i’m in no hurry for him to cum, i want him to enjoy the slow build-up.  i think he does, i hear him moan once, and count that success. 

After some time – i don’t know how long – he grasps my hair.  He moves my head, setting a rhythm for me.  From then, i begin to hold that pace, helping him build to a peak.

It is not longer after that – “Now,” he says and thrusts himself into my mouth fiercely for serveral strokes.  i hold on, opening myself, accepting him completely, as he cries out with pleasure.    

His cum has a pleasant taste – i won’t try to describe it, it doesn’t matter, but i don’t mind leaving his cock in my mouth as he relaxes back into an unaroused state.  He’s rubbing my head, which feels soooo good, even though it makes me wonder if he has a dog.  i smile to myself, will he scratch behind my ears too?

It makes me shiver to realize how much like an animal i am, kneeling at his feet.  When he says, “Good job – good girl,” i think i could easily be a dog, and be quite happy with this kind of attention.  But even happier when he says,

“Did you still want to cum?” because

OMIGOSH – YES!! 

I do.  I really, really do.

i manage some restraint “Yes, Sir, please, i do, yes.  Sir,” and i’m smiling like i just won the lottery.  He smiles too, and

– slips his fingers inside my pussy, making me gasp –

i’m still kneeling in front of him, rubbing myself on his hand, making little noises – o my, o my –

and quickly i climb up, up and omigodyesyes – slide into my first over-the-top, shivering, moaning orgasm – only to feel him still pressing himself into me deeper – o- o-

and it continues, pushing me up and over the top again –

           – playing with my nipples with his other hand, o – o – oyesyesyesyesyes – omigod –

he presses me backwards, i’m lying on my back, my legs spread wide, his fingers still probing and pressing – oyes – and then –

i’m cuming again, so i barely notice the other finger – the finger just resting at the entrance to my other hole – the one they have not used yet –

and i’m shaking and moaning as the finger, just one finger – slides into my asshole. 

omigod, omigod – the finger fills me – overwhelmed with sensation, my pussy throbbing happily, clenching and rubbing against his hand, and now this – o, this so invasive finger in my ass – o, i can’t even think at all – i can’t quit moving – O!  O – over the top one more time –

And then –

– it stops.  The movement stops.  Fingers are withdrawn.  My eyes open – i had not realized they were closed.  i’m on my back, knees pressed to my chest, suddenly feeling open and exposed.  He is leaning over me, watching my face.

 i move to put my legs down, but his hands, one on each ankle, keep me in place.  i whimper.

“Good.”  He says.    “Cock worship.  That’s another role at the party.  Have you already had some training?”  i shake my head, 

“No, Sir.”

“Even better,” he says.  “You seem to have some natural aptitude for it.”

i’m thrilled that he thinks so – my whole body quivers with pleasure. 

“Which,” he adds, “is not to say that’s what you’ll do at the party.  It would be highly unusual for you to be assigned to that role for your first party.”

i nod, that’s ok with me – well, not that it matters if it’s ok with me or not – but that’s ok with me too! 

He releases my ankles, lightly slaps the inside of my thigh.  “Get up,” he says – as if i’d been the one holding myself down – which makes me giggle.  He looks at his watch, “You’re supposed to be down in the baths getting ready for dinner, better hustle down there.  If you tell them you were with me, they may go lighter with the consequences.”

i’m on my feet now, and i gasp – consequences?  Why would there be consequences when it’s not my fault i’m late?   That’s not fair! 

i don’t say a word, but i guess my face does, because he laughs – “No, it’s not fair,” he says.  “But life’s not fair, is it?  There are always consequence in life.’

i’m about to hurry away when he says, a note of warning in his voice, “Did you want to thank me before you rush off?” and i realize – o, yes – of course i do – not thanking him would carry its own set of consequences. 

Quickly, i kneel.  He steps forward a little, a hand on the back of my head presses my face against his cock.  i can feel him swelling.   i kiss him and he releases my head. 

“Thank you, Sir,” i say.

Following the formula, he says, “For?” and i reply –

“for teaching me about the party, for letting me suck your cock, for letting me cum – o! and for spanking me.  Sir.”

He smiles, “Good girl.  You may go now.  We’ll talk again soon.”

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Back in the Training School…

23 Dec

…i am leaving the classroom when Professor C stops me.  Notebook in hand, he glances from it to me. 

“It looks like you’re on the list,” he says.

“Sir?”

“The list,” he says, a little impatiently. 

i don’t know what he’s talking about, so i wait.  i have learned not to push for answers, to accept what’s given.  i’ll be told as much as i need to know.

“For next week – the party,” he says. 

My heart stops – it really does, just for a split second, but i can feel it.  O.  The party.  i’m on the list for the party. 

 i’m thrilled and i’m terrified.  i’ve heard about the parties.  Just enough to know that this is a big deal.  i bite my lip – i want to ask a zillion questions, and –

 – “i am?” i say.  My heart is racing now.  i’m on the list.  The List.

“Yes,” and then he looks at me and grins, “Oh, this is your first time, isn’t it?’

i  nod, “Yes, Sir.”

“Well, sit down a minute, I’ll fill you in.  You’ll get lots of specific instructions and some special training in the few days, and I don’t even know exactly what your tasks will be, but I’ll tell you about the party now.”

i sit, remembering without even thinking about it to lift my skirt so i’m sitting directly on the seat.  Of course, the clothes we wear at the Training School are designed to make this easy.  Sometimes i wear a very short skirt that barely needs to be lifted.  Other times, i wear a long skirt that has been slit in the front and the back.   Velcro strips along the edges allow some control of how high the slit is, ranging from mid-thigh to all the way to my waist. 

Being unreceptive to instructions will generally lead to more exposure.  If i’m slow to offer myself, the professors may actually fasten my skirts on either side – as if they were ponytails – so i’m completely uncovered to the waist.  The skirt bunched on either side of me feels awkward, and is an embarrassing reminder that i’m exposed this way due to some infraction of the rules.  

Often, when my skirts have been fastened in this way, any one of the Doms in Training may stop me as i’m moving through the halls.  Bend me over a table postioned conveniently along the hallway.  He may take one of the implements off the wall, or even use his hands, to smack my ass.  He is only supposed to give me three licks at any one time, but often there is a fourth one “for good measure.”

When he is finished, i’m to kneel, of course, and thank him nicely.  i kiss the implement he’s used, or his hand, and kiss his cock.  Then i’m allowed to go on my way.

But today i’m wearing a long skirt, well, calf length, opened only to mid thigh.  While the professors or DIT’s (Doms in Training) could still bend me over any time, they are less likely to do so.  

i am wearing a corset though; one that exposes my nipples.   i lift my skirt as i sit, feeling the chair beneath my naked ass and pussy. 

Professor C , still standing, puts his notebook down.   He reaches out and grasps a nipple in each hand, lightly at first, then tugging on them firmly until they stand erect.   “Much better,” he says.  “You have nice nipples, and they’re much lovelier this way.”

i blush, pleased by this praise.  My nipples are tingling, and i’d like for him to play with them some more.  My pussy is soaking wet, but it always seems to be.   The more they use me for their pleasure, the more i want them to.

Professor C laughs, and sits down.  “Enough of that, slut,” he says, and i blush some more.  “Pay attention.  You know, the school was started to train sluts for their Doms.  The Doms or Masters would bring their girls or boys here, and we’d teach them to be obedient.  We’d teach them some skills in serving, and send them back.  Sometimes, that’s still what we do.  Were you sent here by your Master?”

  i shake my head, “No, Sir.”  He waits, looking at me expectantly, so i g0 on.  “i met a man who told me about the school.  i – i thought it sounded – interesting.    So i -“now i’m really blushing – “i guess i kind of, um, volunteered to come.”

Professor C grins, leans back in his chair, “O, that’s nice.  My favorite kind of referral – the volunteers.  Yes, we discovered that there are submissive women and men, natural slaves, who don’t have Owners, who desparately want a Master of their own.   They jump at the chance to come to the training school. 

“So you’re a volunteer,” he continues, “I’m not surprised.  As you know, volunteers are free to leave at any time, but if you walk away, you forfeit the opportunity; you’ll never be allowed to come back.”  He reaches out again, grasping both nipples, pinching hard enough to make me whimper.

He releases my nipples then, but continues to caress them with his thumbs, teasing them even more, although they are already hard swollen nubs.  i am so aroused, i begin to squirm a little.  “See,” he says, “see how nicely you respond.  i bet you’re sitting in a puddle there.  Aren’t you?’

And i am distracted, so it takes me a moment to realize he expects me to answer, but then i say it quickly, “Yes, Sir – yes, i’m very wet.”

“Tell me about it,” he says, “tell me what it feels like to have a hot, wet cunt.  To be such a slut that you’ll sit here with your skirt pulled up for me.  That you want me to do this,” and as he says it, he pinches my nipples cruelly.  i gasp.  “Tell me,” he says.

And i am speechless.  i want to tell him how it feels, but i can’t, truly i can’t, all i can think about is his hands on my nipples, my aching nipples, and i can barely say, “Sir, please, Sir,”

– and he says, “Please, Sir?  Please what?”  He’s smiling, relaxed, but not releasing my poor nipples.   “i want to hear what this is like for you,” he says again, “How your cunt feels… what it’s like to want this.”  And he tugs on my nipples, still pinching them hard. 

i’m squirming, but trying not to pull away from him, because that only makes it worse.  And i can’t talk.  i just can’t.  “Please, Sir,'” is all i can get out –

– and quite suddenly, he releases my nipples.  Leans back in his chair. 

i am relieved, breathing again – and quickly aware that i want him to touch me more.  i don’t quite want him to stop. 

He’s smiling.  “Hard to talk, huh?   But look how lovely your nipples are now.”

Obediently, i glance down at my nipples, extended and hard and red, almost purple.  “Yes, Sir,” i say softly.

“So tell me now,” he says, “Tell me what it’s like to be hot all the time.  To want that touch, even though it hurts.   To be the kind of slut who volunteers for this.” 

i am humiliated, mostly because he’s right.  i do want it.  But i don’t know what to say to him, and the silence between us grows.  

He stands up then, and a whimper escapes me because i don’t want him to leave – i want him to stay and touch me some more – and – o, i almost forgot about the party and the list, and i want to know about that – and

He slaps a notebook and pen down on my desk.  “Here,” he says gently.  “Write about it.   Tell me what it’s like for you, all this feeling.  When you’re through writing – i want at least a page, but it can be as long as you like – when you’re through writing, close the notebook and fold your hands on the desk.  

He continues, “I’ll be back, but while you’re waiting, i want you to think about your nipples.   Think about how my hands feel on your nipples.   I want your nipples to be hard when I come back, so if they’re not hard at any time after you finish writing, you may touch them or pinch them to make them hard.  Is that clear?”

i nod, “Yes, Sir.”

“Repeat it back to me,” He says.

i struggle to arrange my thoughts.  

“Yes, Sir – i’m going to write at least a page in the notebook about – about what it feels like to be hot all the time, what it’s like to um, be a volunteer slut?”  He nods. 

i continue, “And when i’m through writing, i’m going to fold my hands on the desk and think about my nipples.  And if they’re not hard, i’ll touch them and make sure they’re hard when you come back.”  i pause and he says,

“Yes.  But don’t touch yourself otherwise.  No cumming.  Clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” i say.  “But – Sir – may i ask a question?”

“Ask,” he says.

“What about the party?  Will you tell me about it?” 

He smiles, reaches out and twists my left nipple.  “Yes.  I’ll tell you when I come back.”

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Only seven more days til i see my Sir again…  {Smiles}

 

 

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Yes Please (Part III)

13 Dec
 
 

 

The server was waiting for us to order.  He still hadn’t seemed to notice my unseemly posture, and i was grateful for that.  Although, by this time – between sitting with my legs all spread and my pussy pressed against the chair, and Sir making me play with my nipples, i was pretty much lost in a sexual daze anyhow.  
 
Sir had asked me whether i wanted the Sea Scallops –

 

Seared jumbo sea scallops tossed with linguine in a spicy tomato basil sauce with bell peppers, mushrooms, red onions & kalamata olives.

 

Served with Dill Lemon Butter Sauce or Sun-dried Tomato Pesto. over spaghetti or with the Vegetable of the Day. 

 

i watch Him place our order, wondering what suprise He has in store for me.   But we stick with light conversation while we wait for the salads.  i’ve apparently gotten so used to straddling this chair, my skirt hiked up to mid thigh, that i can carry on a fairly normal conversation at the same time.  Very strange.

The server places the salads in front of us, along with a basket of hot bread.  The lettuce is cool and crisp, the dressing delicious.  i butter my bread mindfully, aware of each of my movements.  Sir is enjoying the meal too.

Halfway through the salad, He reaches into His coat pocket and pulls  out a small wrapped package. 

“Surprise!” He says lightly, handing it to me with a smile that makes my heart beat faster.  “You might want to open it discreetly,” He adds.

i feel awkward, taking the package.  It’s rectangular.  Small, fairly light.  Carefully, i pull away the wrapping paper on one end of it. 

And i’m not sure what it is at first.  Lots of pink on the box.  i’m not sure if i should finish opening it.  i look at Sir, raise my eyebrows, tilt my head, “What…?”  

He smiles.  “You’ve never seen one before?”

”No, Sir,” my stomach has butterflies.  i think i might know what it is.  My pussy is throbbing again, and i’m trying to hold still, trying not to fuck the chair.

He is still smiling benevolently.  “Well, take it in the bathroom and get a good look at it.  It’s in two parts.  One part belongs inside you.  Put it there.  Bring the other part back to me.”

“Omigod,” i say – “It is, isn’t it?”  i glance at the exposed end of the box again – “It’s a vibrating egg!”  i whisper.  ‘”Just like in ‘Nilla’s post the other day.  Omigod.”  

My pussy is out of control, throbbing and clenching.  i’m afraid there will be a wet spot when i get up.    i’ve read about these, but never seen one, never experienced it. 

 He looks at me oddly, “”Nilla’s post?” He says. 

 “Yes!  You know, ‘Nilla – her blog – she posted about…” and my voice trails away.  It doesn’t matter.

“Bathroom.  Go.”  He says, and i need the brief command, ’cause i’m in deep water now, my breath a little ragged, lips parted.  i can’t take my eyes off Him, i have no idea where the bathroom might be.  i’d like to obey, but i’m not sure i can move.  

“Yes, yes, Sir,” i say.  i’m so nervous – or excited – eager or anxious – that i’m afraid i’ll stumble.  Carefully, i swing my right leg around so my legs are together on one side of the chair.  Carefully, i stand up.

“Take your glasses,” He says.  i hesitate – my glasses? and He adds, patiently, “In case you have to read the instructions.”

O.  Of course.  i grab my glasses, He nods toward the bathroom again, and i head in that direction, clutching the box in my hand.

Locked in a stall, i finish opening the box.

 

There certainly are two parts.

  And it’s clear which one goes inside me.   i really don’t need to read the instructions.

 i am so wet anyhow – even after i use the facilites and wipe myself off, the egg slides in easily.  Whew.

 Omigod.  i can’t decide whether to throw the box away or keep it.  i pause, struggling with the decision, as i wash my hands, dry them.  At last, i decide to put the other part – it’s a remote – a remote control –  really – omigod – i decide to put it back in the box and hand it to Sir that way.

 So i do, and i walk back to the table clutching the box, totally aware of every movement, secretly sure that everyone knows i have a vibrating egg in my pussy.  Well, not vibrating yet, but o, i’m sure it will be. 

 Yikes.

 And i hand the box to Sir.  He glances in it, nods.  “You can sit normally now,” He says, “No need to straddle the chair anymore, right?”

 “Um, right, Sir,” i say, grinning. 

 “Go ahead and finish your salad,” He says.  “Really, i should have waited til you were finished.” 

 i look at my salad without enthusiasm.  All i can think of is what’s going to happen next.  But Sir is adamant – “Focus on the salad,” He says.  “You don’t have to eat it, but think about it.  After all, I may not even use this remote control at all.”

 But i don’t believe that.  Not for a moment.

 

 

 

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Yes, Please (Part II)

12 Dec

“An appetizer would be nice,” i say, and i’m a little shocked at myself, that i can have this casual conversation sitting in a restaurant so exposed – straddling the chair, skirt pulled up to mid-thigh, knee high boots and stockings on display.   i glance at the menu.

“Are you ok with a little meat?” He asks.  “I thought either the asparagus or the portobello mushrooms might be good if you want to split something, but they both have a little meat in them.”

i struggle to focus on the menu.   My pussy, my bare, freshly waxed pussy is throbbing, hot and wet, pressed against my skirt. 

 “Grilled Portobello mushrooms & fresh mozzarella wrapped with Prosciutto ham and topped with a Balsamic vinegar glaze.  “

or

“Aspargus spears wrapped in prosciutto ham and Provolone, grilled and served with Balsamic drizzle.”

“Either one of those would be lovely,” i say.   

“Or the Calamari,” He says, considering.

i shrug, “Yes, that would be good too.  Any of those.”  i wonder how O managed to think at all in Story of O.   She would have been sitting naked on the seat rather than on her skirt.  It’s distracting enough as it is.  Spreading my legs shifts my posture so my pussy is actually pressed down against the chair.

And then our server is there.  i blush, wondering what he thinks of me, sitting like this.  He doesn’t seem to notice, and i’m grateful to whatever server school teaches them this kind of control.   Sir orders the asparagus, and a glass of white wine for each of us, a sauvignon blanc.

Then He smiles at me.  “How are you doing?” He says.

i smile back, “i’m good.” 

“Yes,” He says, “You are.  A good girl.  How does it feel, sitting here in a nice restaurant, with your legs all spread like that?”

i swallow hard – o, no!  He’s going to make me talk about it!   Right here and now.  Can’t i wait and put it in my blog?  But He’s waiting, watching me, i have to say something.  “Um, it feels – odd.  It feels very odd,” i say, pleased that i can say anything.

“Odd?” He says.  ‘Is your pussy wet?”

Something inside me opens, shatters – “Omigod, yes,” i whisper.  He raises an eyebrow, and i say it louder, “yes – yes it is!”

He grins, ‘”That’s not real odd, is it?”  and i have to laugh.

“No, it’s not, not really.”   And i’m starting to feel more comfortable, despite my arousal.  i lean forward, resting my forearms on the table, my body and my attention all directed toward Sir across from me at the table.

The waiter brings our wine, and as he walks away, Sir says,  “Touch your nipples.”

“Sir!” i gasp – trying to keep my voice low. 

“One,” He says.  i glance around – i don’t know why i’m worried about being seen – we’re in Where-He-lives, He’s the one that should be worried about it.  “Two” has gone by – “Three,” He says – and  –

– and i do it –

tentatively, just brushing them with my thumbs.  They’re already hard. 

“Good girl,” He says.  “Now, listen closely.”  No need for Him to say that, i’m already focused.  The room disappeared when i obeyed Him, when i touched my nipples for Him. 

“This dinner is going to be an exercise in mindfulness,” He says.  “I know you’re already pretty good at that, at being able to focus your attention on the moment.”  i nod.  “So we’re going to test that a little, push the limits, so to speak.”

My mind is racing – what does He have in mind?  “Like what, Sir?”

He grins.  “Like now.  Where’s your attention right now?”

“On you, Sir, of course,” i say. 

“Right,” He says.  “Now i want you to take a sip of your wine.  Go ahead – pick up the glass, notice the feel of it in your hand as you bring it to your mouth.  When you drink, notice the feel of the liquid, the taste on your tongue…”

i follow His instructions, focusing on each aspect as i go.  i am familiar with this, do it with my clients, practice it myself.  But it’s different following His directions, of course.  i sip the wine, savoring it, set the glass back down as He says,

“Now touch your nipples.  Leave your thumbs there, that’s right, just barely touching them.  Notice the feeling.”

And i can’t notice anything but the feeling, my nipples rock hard now, tingling, aching for more, maybe His mouth.  i can imagine His mouth there, and maybe His hand between my legs,  but as my mind starts to drift that way, He says,

“Stay with that feeling, your thumbs on your nipples,” and that brings my attention back where He wants it.  And arouses me that much more.  Just when i think i can’t stand it, He says,

“Ok, relax.  You can let your attention drift to where ever it takes you for now.”

“Omigod,” i gasp – i realize that my pussy is clenching, my hips are moving just a little bit, as i try to discretely rub myself against the chair.  “Like a cat in heat…” i say, embarrassed.  He laughs.

“Good girl,” and i feel another rush, i shiver with pleasure.  “Now tell me, how does it feel to be sitting here with your legs spread wide?”

My pussy throbs in response, and i smile as i say, speaking slowly, “Actually, it feels good, Sir.  It makes me incredibly hot.  And -” if i’m going to be sitting here all hot and bothered, so is He,  “It makes me want to crawl under the table kneel in front of you and suck your cock.” 

i watch His face closely, and think that reached Him.   i touch the tip of my tongue to my upper lip, slide my little finger between my lips.  “How does that make you feel, Sir?  Knowing that i’d like to lick and suck Your cock, right here and now?”

i’m afraid i’ve gone too far – what will i do if He says to do it?  It’s a gamble – i wouldn’t really do that.  i don’t think i would.   No, really, i wouldn’t.  But He won’t tell me to either, at least i don’t think He will.  He’s more cautious than that.  And this is His town.   Surely He wouldn’t…

But if i’m going to squirm, i want Him to feel it too.  And i can tell He is, because He says, firmly, “Get your finger out of your mouth, unless you’re prepared to get under the table right now.”   And then – because there are always consequences to tugging the lion’s tail – He says,

“Pinch your nipples.  Go ahead.”  i’ve gotten a system down for this nipple touching thing – i curve my shoulders in a little. lean forward so my arms rest on the table, cross my arms so the arm hides my hand, and let my fingers touch.  i do that now, only instead of just touching them, i grasp each nipple between my thumb and my middle finger.  i pinch lightly, trying not to moan, feeling the twitch of connection between nipple and pussy.

“Harder,” He says.  i do, and He must be able to tell from my face that i’m feeling it, but He says, “Harder,” and just when i think i’m going to whimper,  He says,

“Ok, relax.”

And i do, and it feels so good.  Of course, my pussy is just flooded and i wonder if He can smell my arousal.  Or if the server can, who’s come up to the table again, appetizer in hand.

The appetizer is beautiful.  Deep green asparagus, the creamy white of provolone, and a thin slice of reddish proscuitto.  Mmmmm.

Sir glances up at the server.  “We’ll order dinner once we’re through here.”  The server nods, fades away again.

Sir looks at me.  “Go ahead and eat,” He says.  “Just enjoy the food.  We’ll pick up on your lessons again afterwards.”  Then He smiles, and i can feel my pussy respond to the look in his eyes.  “I may have a surprise for you before dinner.”

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Please note:  This is a fantasy.   i don’t know where it’s coming from, but you know, it’s certainly not likely that Sir would ever do this, and i probably wouldn’t want Him to IRL, right?  That’s why we have fantasies.  Right?

 

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Yes, Please

11 Dec

“Open your legs,” He says.

“Now?  Here?”  i squirm in my chair, but i know He means it, so i quickly say, “i mean, yes, Sir – yes,” but i haven’t done it yet and i see His eyebrows go up, looking stern.  i giggle – i can’t help it.  “Ok, ok, i am,”

– and i do, i open my legs, which is probably not really a big deal.  i’m wearing a skirt, but it’s not short, and ok, i’m not wearing panties, but no one can tell.  And we’re in a restaurant, and i’m sure no one’s paying attention to a middle aged man and woman having dinner.  Right? 

“Wider,” He says.  “I want you to straddle the chair.”

That stops my giggles, i swallow hard.  My breath is a little ragged.  “Sir?” i say.

“Straddle.  The chair.”  He says, calm but firm.

“But – my skirt – “

“Three seconds,” He says.  “Then there are consequences.”

i try to straddle the chair, but my skirt is too narrow.  It’s not a straight line, but i can’t open my legs far enough without – 

– o, without pulling it up.  O, my.

“Sir -” i start – but He’s already counted 1 -2 -3 seconds and is heading onto 4 and 5.  i squirm, shift in my chair.   “Sir, i -” but He’s watching me, i know there’s no point – and we’re up to 7. 

i glance around – anyone here i know?  i don’t think so – He’s at 9 – o, yikes, starting to feel panic – what kind of consequences?    Part of my mind is chanting, “Just do it, just do it,” then more urgently, “Now!  Do it now!”  

So i do – quickly, barely rising off the seat, trying to be ever so discreet – i pull my skirt up — grasping it at mid-thigh —- sliding it up my legs — to the knee — still not enough — sliding it up and spreading my legs is awkward —-

— the skirt is almost at mid thigh before it’s high enough for me to straddle the chair, but i do it.  I’m wearing thigh high stockings, and my boots that lace in the back.  The knee high boots, so there’s not actually a lot of skin showing, but still- 

i feel so exposed.

Naked, really.

i’m short and the chair is fairly wide, so i can feel some stretch in my inner thigh muscles, and the position pushes my body forward, presses my pelvis down, so my pussy is touching the chair more than it normally would, and my lips are parted just a little, the lips between my legs that is, and i’m wet – so wet i’m afraid i’ll leave a puddle on my skirt.

Actually, the lips of my mouth are parted a little too.  i’m leaning toward Him, my breathing uneven, intent on Him.  Waiting for his words.

“12.” He says.  “I got to 12 before you assumed the correct position.”  i bite my lip, look down at the table.  But He goes on, “That was difficult for you?”

“Yes, Sir,” i am still looking down, blushing.  My whole body is hot, and my pussy is throbbing.  Exposed here, my skirt pulled up, straddling the chair, high heeled boots and stockings on display, and i’m ashamed of having been slow to obey.

“Look at me,” He says.  A shiver runs through me.  i lift my eyes to meet His gaze, which is steady – and kind.  i didn’t expect Him to look kind. 

That undoes me; i whimper. 

He smiles.   

“Why was it so hard?” He says.  “Look at how beautiful you are.”  His hand strokes my leg. 

i moan.  Just a tiny moan, but still – He laughs.  “You’re so easy,” He says.  “And i got all the way to 12 before  you had obeyed.  Next time, you’ll move faster.”

i wonder when He says that – what – He said “consequences,” – when – and what – but i don’t ask.  i hope He’s forgotten.

And maybe He can read my mind.  “Yes,” He says, “there will be consequences for being slow to obey me, but that’s not why you’ll move faster next time.”  i am watching Him, listening.   His tone is casual.   “You’ll move faster next time because you want to please Me.  Don’t you?”

And i hear myself say, “Yes.  Yes, Sir, i do want to please you.”   Sitting there,  feeling naked and exposed, pussy throbbing and wet, i think that all i want is to please Him.

“Good girl,” He says, with a smile.  “Do you want to start with an appetizer?”

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Pushing My Limits

5 Dec

i was going to pick up where i left off yesterday, with the St. Andrews cross, and taking my clothes off for impact play.  But here i am – Sunday morning – Sir is in my bed drinking coffee and reading – do i really want to do a whole long thing on flogging?  Mmmmm, not so much.

Instead, i find myself thinking about coffee.  Sir doesn’t like flavored coffee.  i do.  So i keep unflavored around for Him, coffee beans that i grind fresh each morning.  i like coffee a lot.  Yesterday, i was up much earlier than He was, made some coffee, but had just about finished it when He got up. 

So i decided to make some fresh.  i had some new coffee that i thought He’d like.  Well, it took a few minutes to get it going – you know, grinding it, and measuring, and adding water and all.  Not a real long time, right?  But a few minutes. 

The coffee was brewing nicely – maybe a fourth of the way done – when it happened.  He reached for the pot, his cup in hand.   And time stopped for me.

Sir was standing right at the edge of a firm personal limit. 

i worked in a restaurant for years in my youth.  And one lesson well learned is never “gut the pot.”  Right.  Never do what He was getting ready to do.  Stop the brewing process, fill His cup, and put the pot back.  It’s a huge taboo in restaurants because it ruins the rest of the pot.  

So, even now, like at work, when i see people getting ready to gut the pot, i say, in a firm, domly kind of voice, “Stop!  What are you doing?!!  No!  Don’t gut the pot.  It ruins the rest of the pot!”  And i tell the story about working in restaurants, and how that’s absolutely taboo, and then they don’t do it anymore.  (And yes, i can tell when it’s been done.)

Now picture me here, in my kitchen, watching Sir take his cup in hand and get ready to “gut the pot.”  i open my mouth – poised on my lips are the words:

“No!  Stop!  Don’t gut the pot!”

only they don’t quite pass my lips…  Close, but i bite them back.  

This is Sir D.  i can’t yell at Him – i don’t want to yell at Him!   He’s not some extreme Master/Dom “don’t look me in the eyes” kind of Sir, but i’m pretty sure yelling at Him isn’t my best choice.

But i can’t just stand there and watch him commit coffee sacrilege.

He looks at me, sensing my inner turmoil.  “What?”  He says. 

“Um, are you really going to – are you going to take your coffee out of the middle and then put the pot back?”  i ask, feeling that i’m being really polite and restrained.

“Yes.”  He says.  “Why?  Do you have a problem with that?”  He looks surprised – and less than pleased.  He’s still right on the verge of picking up the pot.

“Um, no Sir, well, yes, it’s just …” and talking fast, i explain about working in restaurants and how interrupting the brewing process ruins the rest of the pot. 

He looks at me as if i’m speaking in tongues.  “Are you telling Me not to do it?” He asks.

And i’m backpedaling quickly – “No, no, if that’s what You need to do, You go right ahead. It’s just, um, it’s just…”

“And I thought you made this fresh pot for me,” He says  And i stand by helplessly while He reaches out and guts the pot.  

{Laughing}  It really pushed my limits.  But i took it.  And was kind of proud of myself. 

Until last night, when we’re at the Saturday night munch.   And – i don’t even know how it comes up – i don’t think there is any context – when He says, “And what was that about this morning – when you were about to tell Me not to – what do you call it? gut the pot.  You were going to tell me not to gut the pot, weren’t you?  What’s the deal on that?”   

And it’s so strange, because right there, and even in the morning at home, there is a submissive space in my head that totally accepts that He has the right to gut the pot of coffee any time He wants to.  And, even stranger, i like that.

So i’m laughing as i answer Him, but still – i say quickly,

“But i didn’t, did i?  i didn’t tell You not to, did i, Sir?  i just, i may have expressed my feelings about it, but i certainly didn’t tell You not to do it. “

“That’s right,” He said, “You didn’t, and that’s a good thing,”  and He has His hand in my hair, and i’m blushing, and weak at the knees, and pretty sure He can gut the pot anytime He wants to. 

“You thought we were through with the coversation, didn’t you?” He says.  

i nod, well, as much as i can nod with His hand in my hair, “Yes, Sir, i did.”

“No, i was just waiting for the right time.”  He laughs, “You’re lucky i didn’t wait and bring it up in the middle of a scene, when we’re playing.”

To which i can only laugh and say, “Yes, Sir, i am lucky.” 

So my limits have been expanded, new lesson learned – “Only Sir can gut the pot.”

 

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Six More Days…and then

27 Nov

Having left myself on my knees, bent over, with my head to the floor, ass exposed to my Sir, i realized i have six more days to wait before i see Him again. 

Sigh.

No, Sir, not pouty, just missing you.

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On my knees in front of His chair.    Bent over.  With my back to Him.  Close enough to Him that –

– he leans forward, reaches out and i feel His hands, cool and steady, on my ass, low, near my pussy.  His hands grasp me, open me wider.  i feel –

– so vulmerable  – and humiliated – He has never done this to me before, i don’t want Him to see me this way.  i want to pull away, to get up, to run. 

i hold very still.

His fingers probe my pussy from behind.  Not entering me at first, spreading my lips, finding the nub.  He strokes it lightly, making me moan.  

i am so wet, His fingers slide inside me like they belong there.  No longer focused on the position i’m in, i feel myself relax mentally, even while the tension of my desire increases.  i start to push my hips back against Him, trying to fuck myself on His fingers.

And then – 

     – his other hand smacks down on my ass.

i cry out – shocked – but i can feel my juices flowing between my legs, a gush of wetness.  He laughs.

“Don’t,” He says.  “Don’t try to do that.  Hold still.  I’ll fuck you when i’m ready.  Hold still.”

And He does,  for a minute His fingers are deep inside me, and i’m in heaven.  He leans forward farther, reaches around to caress a nipple, gently at first, then pinching lightly. 

i moan – and struggle to hold still.  i want to obey Him, want to be a good girl.  And i want to fuck Him, want to slam my pussy up – and down on His fingers. 

i hold still, whimpering.  My pussy clenches, grasping at Him…

And then… his fingers wet with my juices, he pulls out.  i gasp as He slowly moves back up, tracing with one finger the path to my smaller entrance.  i am frozen, caught tightly between fear and desire.

And then…

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And then…

26 Nov

My hands are behind my back.  Not tied, no need to tie them.  Sir said to keep them behind my back, so of course i am.  The posture pulls my shoulders back, thrusts my breasts forward.

i’m standing in front of Him.  He’s relaxed in His chair beside the fireplace.  Checking His messages, taking His time, while i stand naked before Him, waiting.   i think i’ve been waiting a long time, but i don’t mind.  i shift my weight from one leg to the other, and He glances up.

“Getting tired?” He asks.

“No – yes, Sir, just a little,” i say.  “But i’m ok.”

He nods, and goes back to His e-mail.  Or whatever He’s checking on His phone.

My pussy clenches.  i think how odd that is.  Why does standing here for Him, while He doesn’t pay attention to me, turn me on?  It makes no sense.  But there it is.  i can feel myself getting wetter, just thinking about the fact that He’s making me stand there and wait.

Time passes.

i wonder what’s going to happen next, if anything’s going to happen next.  Maybe He’ll just leave me standing here forever.  Again, my pussy throbs.   A shiver runs through me.

i shift my weight. 

Time passes. 

i had been impatient earlier, wanting Him to hurry up and do something.  Now, i’ve recognized He is doing something.   Maybe not what i want Him to do.  Not what i would have asked for.  But i’ve accepted it.  i’m not fighting it with my mnd anymore.

i think i could probably stand here forever.  i’m intensely aware of my body, of course.  i can feel the heat from the fireplace, it warms the right side of my body, not so much the left side.  But it’s warm in the room, and i’m not uncomfortable.

My skin is tingly.  i’m actuely aware of my own body parts – my breasts so exposed, my hands clasped, resting in the hollow at the small of my back.  Actuely aware of my ass, which He had spanked earlier.  Lightly spanked, love taps really, so it can’t be still warm, but it tingles too.    

As i wait, just standing there while He ignores me, the world fades away, nothing exists but Him.   i want to kneel, so badly.  i want to touch Him.  i know – i can almost feel – the texture of His jeans, how they’ll feel under my arms, if He lets me kneel and serve Him with my mouth. 

As if He can read my mind,  without even glancing up, He says, “Kneel.”

Delighted, carefully keeping my hands behind my back,  i lower my body so i’m kneeling on the blanket in front of Him.  

“Turn around,” He says.  “I want your back to me.”

Surprised, i scoot myself around so my back is to Him.  It feels odd, facing away from Him.  i close my eyes, and i can see Him in my mind.  That’s better.

But my back feels very exposed somehow.  My ass.  i’m very aware of my ass.  i can’t tell if He’s looking at me or not.  i’m trying to hold still. 

Now my other side, my left side, is closer to the fire, and the warmth feels good.  i wait. 

And then He says, “Bend over, aisha.”

Just for a moment, i don’t know if i can.  It seems like too much.  My pussy throbs – of course it does, any frigging possibility of attention makes her happy.  Such a slut.

And then i do, i bend over so my head is down.  My hands are still clasped behind my back.  My ass is raised , of course.  Exposed.  i can’t see Him.  Don’t even know if He’s watching me.

i whimper, just a tiny sound.  i feel  so open, so vulnerable.  i want Him to say something, do something.  Anything. 

And then….

 

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