Earning So Much More

A sequel to: Earning His Domme’s Approval

He was unsurprised when his Domme turned up at his door without warning. He didn’t hesitate to get in the car with her. He listened to the CD she played with a growing sense of familiarity. He expected the turn that took them out of town and into the countryside.

She would be taking him to a secluded car park where he would be expected to strip, be blindfolded, put on his knees and made to suck cock. He was becoming accustomed to servicing men he neither saw nor spoke to. He was his Domme’s whore, a fact reinforced by the money these anonymous men inevitably pressed into his hand. His services, his mouth, bought and paid for. Continue reading “Earning So Much More”

Earning His Domme’s Approval

His Domme arrives at his flat one evening. She stands on the doorstep without attempting to enter. She grabs the hair at the back of his head and gazes at him intently.
“You are mine, my submissive slut and my whore”, it is not a question.
“Yes, Mistress”, admission comes readily to his lips.
“Get in the car”, she tells him briefly.
A quick look at her and his words of protest die on his lips, she means business tonight. He grabs no more than a door key and follows her out to her car. As he climbs into the passenger seat he asks where they are going. Continue reading “Earning His Domme’s Approval”

Awake

I am awake. It’s four o’clock in the morning and I can’t sleep. I lie in bed, thinking.

I come into your room. I push open your door, and move straight to the bed. My hand covers your mouth, preventing you crying out, controlling your breathing. With my other hand I reach under the duvet and find your cock. It is semi-hard already, as you are lost in your own dreams, but I stroke it gently until it stiffens further.

One hand still across your face, I resist your sleepy struggles. Throwing back the duvet I reach my body down to take your cock in my mouth and suck it briefly until your body flexes under me.

Quickly moving position, I straddle you now. I guide your cock into me; sighing as I feel its length fill me. I shift my grip to your throat, tilting your head back, restricting your breath as I ride you. One hand snakes between my legs and I stroke my clit as I continue to rock upon you. My breath is as ragged as yours as I take myself over the edge, trembling as orgasm takes me.

I relax my grip on your throat, my body falling forward to lie against yours. I whisper my praise; you are my Good Boy, your cock at my service and you have served me well.

Well satisfied I dismount and gently pull the duvet back over you. Sleep now my Little One and thank you.

Sleepless Nights

I awoke in the night.
I lay in bed wanting to slip back into sleep but as the minutes passed sleep moved further away.
My mind wandered to thoughts of my bitch, on his knees, bent over, while I pounded him with my big blue cock.
The physical desire was intense.  My boy however was far away, such a desire unmeetable, so I had to content myself with imagination. With slipping my mind as far into the fantasy as I was able. I let him know what I was thinking via text before I settled down to try and get back to sleep; a restless sleep full of frustrated dreams.

The next night I snuggled down in Mat’s bed long before he was ready to go to sleep. He came and curled up next to me for a little but he seemed reluctant to be intimate and I didn’t want to push him. He went back to his activities and I drifted off gently into sleep.

As is common for us, as I drifted back towards wakefulness at the end of a sleep cycle he finally came to bed. He lay down next to me and guided my hand over his naked, smooth body. Freshly shaved, I knew what that implied and I instantly wanted him.
I jokingly accused him of teasing (I didn’t mean it to remain a tease) and he denied it.
“If I was teasing I’d push my cunt out at you.” he purred, suiting the action to the words.
I reached out to stroke the inviting curve of his bottom but he pulled away.
“You have to sleep” he told me, “you have to get up for work”. Desire warred with rationality and reluctantly I lay still and tried to sleep. As I lay there listening to his breathing deepen my tension increased. The craving to take him growing stronger with every slow second. I remembered another time this desire had filled me and how I had needed to wear my strap-on and make it part of me before I could rest. I sat up in bed wide awake, watching Mat sleep  and wondering if merely wearing it would be enough.

I had reached the point when sleep was impossible. I got out of bed and pulled open the drawer where it lay.
Mat heard the noise and rolled over muttering about my needing to sleep as he did so. He was lying on his side now, his bottom turned towards me. As I strapped on my dildo I knew I had to fuck him, only that would calm my sleepless excitement.

As I threw back the duvet and positioned my cock against him he was still protesting and then, between heartbeats, as I pushed against him he moaned in eager acceptance. Suddenly he was all slut and I was keen to have him. I slid inside him and we were both lost in the moment. Here was my boy, my bitch, moaning and whimpering under me with eager acceptance. I pressed deep into him with gasps of pleasure.

Later, a pause for breath and I slid out of him. I swapped dildos now to wear the blue one; so much larger than the other. Mat knelt on the bed, head lowered, arms stretched out in front of him. A sight so beautiful that it takes my breath away. I heard him gasp as I pushed my way into him, pounding his cunt and hearing his tiny cries rise steadily in pitch.
This was my boy. His cunt mine to plunder whenever I please and I was pleased.

At last, sated, I stopped. Our relationship sealed, I settled down to sleep.
A sweet, dreamless sleep. Sleeping soundly until just before it was time to wake. The perfect, refreshing sleep of a happy Domme.

A Voice In The Dark

I woke up early. It was still dark. That it was real life was evident by the fact that I had a headache. After taking painkillers I snuggled close to Perrin.

His hands roamed my body and I responded with a growing passion until I was begging for his cock. He slid inside me and as he took me he whispered in my ear.

“I will take you when I want to and you will let me. I will take you in the bedroom. I will take you in the lounge. I will take you when you are sleeping and when you are awake. I will take you when you don’t want me to. If you show the slightest sign of resistance then I will spank you and you will be wet and I will leave you wanting. “
I breathed softly “Yes Sir”.

I listened to his voice in the dark.

Holding His Lead

For once we had a house full of people. I took advantage of this opportunity to have my boy sleep on the floor beside my bed. I’d made him up a comfy bed of his own there and it seemed very natural to have him sleep there wearing his lead. The end of the lead looped up onto the bed, and I held it though the night.

For many people a collar is a symbol of submission. I even have two of my own, a play collar and a public collar, both worn as signs of submission to Perrin.

Mat doesn’t have a collar as such; instead he has his lead. a beautiful length of pink rope which loops over his head and acts as a choke collar with a small loop at the other end for my hand to slip through and hold.

When Mat wears his lead, when the rope encircles his neck, then that same rope snakes around my wrist. Binding us together. Submission and dominance woven from the same stuff.

Although many submissives wear collars I’ve never seen any discussion of a similar symbol for dominants. A bracelet to encircle their wrist perhaps?
That seems to me, in one sense, to be a surprising omission. Where once only a woman would be expected to wear a wedding ring these days it is now commonly expected that both parties will wear some token of their union. A mutual sign of commitment.

D/s relationships are certainly a form of commitment. A relationship which requires nurturing and attention, mutual (if somewhat disparate) give and take. They are more than mere play. They define a place and an identity for each party. It is a relationship with possessives; he is my boy; I am his Domme.
When my boy wears his lead I am there holding it; even in my sleep.

Hello Again

Sometimes somebody gives you a poem. Sometimes that poem is set to music.

I’m far away and I can’t sleep so I’m reading twitter. It’s evening for most of my timeline so it’s quite busy. Somebody tweeted that hearing a man’s voice is magical and suddenly I’m wishing I could hear a voice far away. I could phone I guess, but I know how expensive that would be and despite that I would still be unable to put the phone down. So here’s the call I don’t dare make.

Hello again, hello
Just called to say ‘hello’
I couldn’t sleep at all tonight
And I know it’s late
But I couldn’t wait
Hello, my friend, hello
Just called to let you know
I think about you every night
When I’m here alone
And you’re there at home Hello
Maybe it’s been crazy
And maybe I’m to blame
But I put my heart above my head
We’ve been thru it all
And you loved me just the same
And when you’re not there
I just need to hear
Hello, my friend, hello
It’s good to need you so
It’s good to love you like I do
And to feel this way
When I hear you say
Hello
Hello, my friend, hello
Just called to let you know
I think about you every night
And I know it’s late
But I couldn’t wait
Hello

By Neil Diamond and Alan Lindgren