Enjoying The Snow (And My Bitch)

Scooped SnowIt was a weekend that started early, when we were sent home from work by the snow. My boy was there, eager, slutty, ready to play. I teased him gently, wanking his cock, enjoying his mood and not wanting to end it too soon. I didn’t intend for him to cum just yet.  While we played the snow still fell outside.

Our teasing play continued into Saturday and with it came further fantasies and plans. When Mat came, when I finally let him cum, I was going to catch his spunk in my hand and feed it to him. I dragged my hand across his mouth for illustration and he lapped eagerly at it.

The tension built around us, desire and frustration pouring through us. I fucked him with a glass toy and then with my strap-on, still building our fantasies. When he came, after he came, I was going to rape him. I was going to fuck him with my big blue strap-on until it hurt, until he cried out in pain. I still didn’t let him cum.
I lay back on the bed and wanked myself, my head full of our fantasies, I came hard and quickly. He looked on, seeing how much I enjoyed that fantasy. He knew his fate was sealed.

On Sunday, I sent him to get smooth. To prepare his body for me, to prepare his boy-cunt, making it look inviting and eager. I inspected his handiwork, loving the feel of his naked flesh under my hands. Desire flooded through us and we clung closely to each other. Still he had not cum and I would make him wait a little longer.
We went out together, into the snowy world, to meet friends. Under his clothes he wore pink panties. He was my bitch and he would remember it. I had tucked my strap-on into my hand bag although I didn’t know if I’d get a chance to use it.

On our way home we pulled over into a lay-by. He stripped off to show me the panties he wore, pushing the car seat back to lie there, my slut, full of desire. I stroked his hard cock and tweaked his nipples. The car was almost too hot, the heating turned up full. I thought of the cold outside. I opened the car door and reached down to the untrodden snow outside. I scooped up a handful and scattered it over my boy’s naked body then played with his cock as he rubbed the snow over his chest.
Again and again I fetched handfuls of snow until his torso was soaking wet. Each fresh handful brought gasps of pleasure and pain as I scattered it over his body and rubbed it against him until it melted.
I let Mat wank his cock as I brought yet more snow in, until he came suddenly, almost without warning, into my cold and waiting hand. True to my word, I smeared his spunk into his mouth and he licked it up.

Then I turned, and pulled my strap-on from my bag. I strapped it on quickly and he turned and knelt on the seat. I came and knelt behind him. I forced my cock into him and pounded him as he whimpered, my brave, beautiful bitch, taking what was given.

I watched the lights of the cars as they drove past us and wondered what the drivers would have thought if they knew what was going on in the lay-by as they passed. My boy and I were together, our weekend completed with a promise kept. My bitch put in his place, owned and loved.
We were very happy with the snow.

Enjoying Anticipation

Christmas day is over (although the twelve days of Christmas are still young) and I’m curled up thinking about how much fun it all was.

We instigated an Advent caning, starting with one stroke and counting up to twenty-four. I had thought that might prove difficult to sustain but my boy lay down willingly each day when I asked, allowing me to hurt him. Those special few minutes every day just added to the anticipation of Christmas. That’s a tradition I’d like to keep.

My Christmas day was loving, sexy, fun and joyful. There wasn’t enough time to do everything I would have liked and my current state of tiredness and continual coughing didn’t help either but I had a wonderful day and I feel loved and secure enough to know that there will be other days to play in.

So now I’m thinking about what sexy fun we can have next. Certainly I have fantasies that involve more public fun. Taking my boy out and exhibiting him, having him used publicly, are all things which would delight me (and him) but until I find people who actually and actively want to be part of such a fantasy such things are inherently limited by imagination.

The fantasies that really draw me today though are the private ones. Mat and I alone, with time and space to play. Imagining going through my day knowing that there is playtime ahead, planning (some of) what I will do to him. Ensuring he spends the day anticipating, imagining but uncertain of what will be required of him.

Then, finally, getting him naked. Hurting him, music playing, all my toys spread out for me to choose from. Raping him, putting him on his back and fucking him like a girl until he whimpers. Tying him, so that he lies bound and helpless next to me. Holding him, knowing that we have as long as we need to be together, to enjoy being ourselves. Finally sleeping next to him, holding his lead in my hand, knowing he is my Boy.

Yes, I’m looking forward to such a day.