Stories From A Lady's Mind

I gripped the cool metal bar in anticipation as he brushed the long leather strands against my back. "If you let go of that bar," He growled in my ear, "the count is going to start over. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." I replied, breathless with anticipation. The leather teased my skin and I felt a rush of heat flow through me as the memory of past scenes brought tingles to my exposed flesh as my exposed nipples tightened in response.  I was nude except for the scrap of lace that could barely consider itself a thong, its thin straps arcing over my hips in a dark purple slash until it disappeared into the crevasse between my butt cheeks, only to emerge again at the apex of my thighs in a small triangle of smooth satin before transitioning back to lace and meeting once again over my hips.

"Good." He praised as the movement of leather across my flesh became more deliberate.  The first hit was soft, gently kissing my skin as I confidently said "One." in response.  The second, third, and fourth were just as soft as I dutifully counted them out.  The fifth was a harder smack across the middle of my back and I couldn't help but moan out my "Five." as the sting morphed into delicious heat.  The next four were back to the soft strokes of before, but already I could feel myself growing wet and my breaths shortening.  "Ten." was another crack against the middle of my back, the fall of the leather wrapping around the opposite side of five and stinging the edges of my stomach.

"How are you doing, darlin'?" He asked, checking in with me as he ran his hand up my spine. 

Eyes closed and my head lolling back, I smiled.  "More, please."

Chuckling, he gripped the back of my neck with a strong hand before planting a soft kiss at the nape, goosebumps from the heat of him shivering across my skin.  "Always so polite.  Keep counting out loud for me."

Eleven and twelve were drawn down against my shoulder blades, the alternating strokes quickly followed by thirteen and fourteen.  Fifteen was an upward swing against my left butt cheek that left a trail of fire blazing across my skin.  And still I counted.  Sixteen through twenty followed the same pattern, except this time the last stroke was on my right butt cheek.  "You mark so beautifully, my darlin'.  I am painting such a pretty picture on your skin." His finger traced the red lines of raised flesh as the sensitive skin trembled beneath his touch.

Twenty-one was a stinging hit from my left hip to my cleft, the dampness between my thighs almost becoming uncomfortable.  Twenty-two matched the previous blow and by now it was an effort to keep my hands on the metal bar.  It was warm beneath my flesh and grew slippery as the sweat from my palms coated it.  But still I hung on.  Twenty-three and twenty-four quickly became a flurry of blows that I almost lost track of until it stopped on "Thirty!"

My knees were weak, my head spinning with the endorphins and lust, my grip on the bar maintained by sheer force of will.  He pressed his body up against my back and I cried out as the heat of him competed with the heat of my skin.  Wrapping an arm around my waist, he nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply.  "I can smell how turned on you are, but we aren't done yet." Whimpering, I nodded as my head swam in a sea of subspace.

Slowly, he skimmed his palm against my stomach until he cupped one of my breasts.  Pinching the nipple, I arched against him as a cry escaped my lips.  "Do you think you could handle the nipple clamps as we continue."  Nodding, he pinched my nipple again before moving away as a flood of wetness soaked the panties I was wearing.

I gasped as the first clamp was attached, the screws driving into the sensitive flesh before he secured the other nipple.  The slight tug from the chain that connected the two clamps sent pleasure spiraling and I knew that every stroke from the flogger would cause my breasts to sway and cause the chain to tug. 

"Thirty-one!" I gasped out as the heavy leather falls smacked against the back of my upper thigh.  "Thirty-two" left a matching mark on my other thigh.  "Thirty-three" was an downward stroke at the top of my spine that almost tickled at the end as the falls brushed against my over sensitive skin.  The next six strokes were an onslaught of blows that had my crying out in both pleasure and pain until finally, "Forty!" was a hard crack against the middle of both my butt cheeks.

Almost immediately I was engulfed by him, his front pressed to my back as he gently removed my aching fingers from the bar as he supported my limp body.  "You did so good, darlin', counting out your birthday strokes.  I am so proud of you for not losing count.  Now, let me take care of you."

Happy Birthday to me.

My hands were bound above my head, the silky rope tight enough to keep me centered in the sensation of not being able to move, but not tight enough to leave lasting marks.  But that was the fun of if, the thrill.  Knowing that you were bound just tightly enough to skate that edge of danger, knowing that if you just said the word, it would all end.  But I didn't want it to end.  I wanted to chase the next thrill.  Would it be the thud of the flogger? The bite of the cane?  The intrusive, and yet oh so delicious, feeling of a plug going up my ass?  Would he finally give me what this had all been leading up to, or would he continue to edge me into oblivion?

My eyes were weeping behind the blindfold, the music of some classical composer blasting just loud enough in my earbuds that I couldn't hear him moving around me.  But I felt the soft leather greeting my skin like an old lover, kissing me with its bite.  The impacts causing me to moan and cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.  I had no comprehension of time or space, just the next sensation as they came.  Sometimes hard, sometimes soft, but each one masterfully gifted to my greedy body.

My mind floated above an incomprehensible stream of consciousness, the pictures in my mind coming from somewhere deep in subspace as I let go of everything.  I let go of the pain and frustration of my normal life, the walls that kept me protected from any kind of emotional danger, the independence that screamed at me that I could depend on no one but myself.  I let go of it just as his fingers gripped the back of my neck and teeth sank into my shoulder.  I screamed my release as he held me tight against him, his torso flush with mine, his arousal hard at my lower back.  The convulsions wracked my body as my brain went blissfully blank.

Him thrusting into me was almost an afterthought as lingering tremors shuddered through me.  My hazy delirium from the sensory deprivation and the intense orgasms coupled with how he filled the most sensitive parts of me almost made me pass out.  But I hung on just long enough to feel yet another orgasm rip through me followed swiftly by his release.

I stood with my eyes closed, hot water sluicing through my long hair and over my naked skin and just let the heat absorb the stress of the day. Eventually, I began the task of actually getting clean, starting with my hair. It always took the longest to do, but I didn't mind. It was relaxing and therapeutic in its own way. 

I was halfway done scrubbing myself with a sudsy loofah when I heard him enter the room. I could tell he was trying to be quiet, but after years of music study I was adept at picking up sounds. I continued to wash myself but slowly made it more sensual, more thorough, adding soap to ensure I had maximum suds.  Still, he made no sound as he watched.

Leaning down so that my body was in profile to him and my breasts were hanging down, I took my time scrubbing and sudsing every inch of my leg, starting from my ankle and finishing at the apex of my thighs. Or at least, that was the plan. 

What actually happened was I washed up to my knee before I felt him move behind me, cool hands stroking my back before reaching around to capture my ample rack and gently pinch the nipples. I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped through my lips and he pinched again, rolling the nipples between his fingers before letting go and giving me a light swat on the ass.

"I enjoyed the show, dear one, but now we must deal with the consequences." He thrust his hips into mine and I flushed to feel his erection pressing between my cheeks through his pants. Standing up and turning to face him, I wound my arms around his neck and gently kissed his jawline, tangling my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that he had come into the shower without a shirt, so my slick breasts rubbed delightfully against his chest, my nipples perking up at the sensations.  Pressing myself up against him, I licked and teased his jawline, enjoying the rough feel of his evening shadow against my lips.

Too soon, he pulled my arms from around my neck, kissing my deeply as he did so.  I was slick and ready, and I knew he was ready for me.  Pulling away to gaze at my face, he smirked down at me as I gazed up at him with heavy lids, lips swollen and half parted.  Every drop of water that hit my skin was torture, I was so turned on.  But that's just what he did to me.

Chuckling at me, he backed me up until my legs hit the edge of the built in bench.  Turning me to face the wall, he bent me forward until my arms rested on the bench, breasts hanging down and almost hitting me in the face.  Cuing me to widen my legs, I eagerly did so.  I stood there, panting in anticipation while I listened to him remove his soaked pants and underwear.  Feeling him approach again, I moaned in anticipation as I felt his thick length press against my most sensitive parts.  And then he began to rub up and down, across my opening and asshole.  I had already been so close to cumming, this made me shatter, almost falling to my knees as the pleasure washed through me.  But his grip on my hips helped to keep me upright.

"It is taking all of my self control not to just slam into you and finish right here, but I have other plans for you, my pet."  Aftershocks shuddered through me while I listened to him rummage around the bottles until he found what he was looking for.  Humming to himself, he approached me again.  Running his fingers lightly down my spine, I arched and moaned, my skin still sensitive.  He continued down between my cheeks until he found that tight bud with the pad of his thumb.  Gently, he circled the rim of my asshole at an infuriatingly slow pace as the shivers and shocks of pleasure threatened to buckle my knees.  Suddenly, his thumb breached my ass as two of his other fingers penetrated my canal.  Crying out at the overwhelming sensations, I clenched around his fingers as another orgasm built.

"You need to relax for me, dear one.  I know it feels good, but you have to relax."  His breath shivered against my ear and I moaned again as tingles went down my spine.  But I did as he asked.  I forced myself to relax around him, fighting against the need to fuck myself with his fingers.  His thumb began to circle again and soon enough it was replaced by his pointer and middle finger, working deeper inside me.  And still I resisted thrusting myself against him.  The orgasm was still building, but more slowly as I focused on being relaxed.  And then it was time.

I gasped as his fingers left me but then moaned as I felt the head of him at the entrance of my ass.  Slowly yet steadily, he pushed his oiled dick into me as I moaned and gasped, fighting to wrap my head around the sensations and to stay relaxed.  I should have known it was going to be a losing battle.  I had to just give into the feeling of him filling my ass, stretching it beyond what I thought it could fit until he was fully sheathed in me, his ball sack nestled against the entrance to my vagina.  He groaned as his fingers dug into my hips, his legs trembling.  I was panting shallowly, almost used to the feeling of him inside me, when he started to pull out just as agonizingly slow and controlled as his penetration had been.  Crying out as the ridge of his head cleared my sphincter, I had barely a moment to breathe before he was right back inside, penetrating me in that same controlled way.

I couldn't stand it, I needed more, needed him to pound me until we both had our glorious release.  Slamming myself back onto him, he let out a strangled groan as I ground myself into his hips, feeling his tight balls against the opening to my vagina.  Suddenly I was holding onto the bench for dear life as he slammed into me, over and over and over, until I all I could feel was the sensation of having my ass fucked, my breasts hitting the edge of the bench.  Our cries echoed through the shower as the pounding water added yet another layer of sensation.  And just as suddenly as it had started, he slammed into me one final time as I felt him pumping his release deep inside me, triggering my own orgasm.

Gasping for breath, we stood there unmoving, until my legs couldn't handle it anymore.  Knees giving way, I slid off him, the sensation of him forcefully leaving my body triggering another mini orgasm as my knees hit the floor.  I lay half sprawled on the bench, chest heaving as I sucked in air, the afterglow coursing through my body until he sat down beside me and gathered me into his lap, nestling my head onto his shoulder.  And there we stayed, warm water pounding down on us, as our racing hearts and breathing slowed.

I was being punished.  I had pushed Sir past his point of restraing as we argued over some trivial matter that would be forgotten in less than a week.  But I had argued passionately.  Yelled.  Walked away.  Thats what really got him angry.  Past the heat of a fierce argument into the cold and calculating, simmering rage.  My eyes had widened as I heard the shift in vocal tone and saw the body posture change from husband to Sir.  But I still hadn't backed down.  I believed I was right.  Forgot my place.  Forgot my personal motto of Choose Your Battles.

He didn't have to say a word to me for me to know that I was going to be severely punished for my lack of respect, my loss of emotional control.  Fearfully, I headed to the room.  Knowing better than to protest or fight what was coming I knelt by the door with my head bowed.  My hair was already braided and pinned up in my usual style, but I had to wait to find out how he would want me today.

"Strip." He commanded, the ice in his voice making me shiver.  Swiftly, I removed my clothing, barely taking the time to neatly place them in a pile. "Stand." He ordered.  Scrambling to my feet, I complied, keeping my eyes downcast.  But that didn't matter as he tied the blindfold around my head and then placed my hands against the low table in the room.  No light shone though and I shivered again, closing my eyes against the darkness.  "Open." Was the next command as I felt something pressed against my lips.  I opened my mouth and whimpered as the hard gag was placed between my teeth and was snuggly tied.  Next was the leather collar.  It was delicately tooled but was still a very visceral reminder that yes, I was Sir's wife.  But he was also the one that had collared me, and that position demanded that I adhere to his will.

Saliva was already beginning to pool in my mouth as my ears strained to hear what Sir was doing, but it was futile.  He moved with the silence of a predator as he prepared for my punishment.  I stood still, fighting to keep my composure as I began to shiver more with anticipation and cold.  Gasping through the gag, my back arched in response to the butterfly clamp that suddenly embraced my nipple in a tight pinch.  I gasped again as the other nipple was likewise embraced, as saliva began to run out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin.  I tightly closed my eyes as the shame at the lack of control hit me.  But I pushed it down and began to breathe deeply through my nose.  I had to calm myself or I wouldn't be able to complete this session.  I was already emotionally charged from the fight and being put in such a vulnerable position did not help me regain equilibrium.  But that was the point.

There was silence for a few moments and then I felt Sir's warmth at my back.  He placed something cold and slippery at my ass and I gasped again, almost choking on the huge pool of saliva in my mouth.  I couldn't swallow; the gag prevented that.  I knew that I didn't have any other choice unless I wanted to drown in my own spit.  Dropping my chin, I let the saliva run out of my mouth and it ran down my chest, cooling as it traveled down between my breasts towards my belly.  I felt a few tears escape my eyes as I felt it run down my body, my breath hitching in an attempt to squash down the tears and overwhelming feelings of vulnerability.  Sir waited until I had taken a few breaths and was relaxed before beginning to move the cold smoothness into my ass.  It wasn't until the ball was all the way in that I felt the cold metal rod against my back.  This was a new toy, one that we had previously discussed.  Suddenly, I felt it tugging me up.  I rose with it until I was finally on my tip toes, the rope holding it in place tauntly running up my back, my fingers barely touching the table.  I tried to drop my heels and found that the internal pressure increased in a very intense and unfamiliar way.  It wasn't painful, but I felt horribly exposed as I tested my now very limited range of movement.  I felt my face flush at the conflicting feeling of building arousal and being frighteningly vulnerable.  But I was being punished for my insubordination.  And so that meant pushing me past my current limits, hence the anal hook.

"You have a choice," I startled at his voice and fought to keep my heels raised.  "I am going to flog you.  It will hurt.  You will ache for a few days, if not a week, but you get to choose how."  His hand tugged at the rope and my back arched at the combined pleasure and discomfort.  "If you choose the elk hide, I will flog you until my arm gives out.  If you choose the bull hide, I will give you 20 lashes, but I will not hold back.  I will give you one minute to decide."  And then he was silent.  

I was very familiar with how both of the floggers felt.  The bull hide was heavy and biting.  It could leave marks on my skin that lasted for days.  It was also a very real possibility that the bull hide could cause bleeding, especially if Sir went all out.  But the elk hide, while softer, would act like a tenderizer on my flesh.  And I was very aware of how long Sir could go before his arm gave out.  A lifetime of working on the family farm and self-mastery in martial arts gave him a level of stamina that most people just didn't have.  He knew how his body worked and he used it very efficiently and effectively.  It also meant that it was a very real possibility that he could give me upwards of 75 lashes with the elk, if not more.  My heart began to pound as I contemplated my choices.  Have it be over quickly and risk deep bruising and cuts?  Or choose the longer route and feel like a piece of tenderized meat?  "Time," I jumped again as another tear leaked down my cheek.  The blindfold was damp along the lower edges, but I didn't really notice it.  "Nod once for the bull hide, twice for the elk."  I took a deep breath as I nodded once.  And then nodded again.  I could feel his surprise as he ran his hands down my back.  "So be it." 

I began to tremble.  In my younger, more exploritory days, I had willingly submitted myself to a caning under the hands of a master, just to see what it was like.  I had been black with bruises for a week and it had been days before I could sit without wincing.  This...this would be worse.  

It began without preamble, the soft whisper of leather through the air and striking the skin. Hissing through the gag, I braced myself against the table as much as I could.  I quickly lost count as the blows rained down all over my back, shoulders, haunches, ass cheeks, thighs.  Even my calves were a target.  The hook tugged as I did my best to stay on my toes, but my calf muscles were burning.  My nipples ached from being clamped for so long without release.  Saliva poured down my body as my breasts jumped and slid around at each strike.  Tears flowed freely.  And yet it wasn't so much that I had to safe word out.  

And as suddenly as it began, it was over.  My skin felt raw.  My emotions were raw.  I was quietly sobbing, shoulders shaking to keep it somewhat contained.  But Sir knew.  He always knew.  I felt a cool hand on my back and broke down as much as was possible in my current restricted state.  Gently, Sir wrapped his arms around me, lifting me just enough to get the rope over the hook in the ceiling that was supporting me.  It hurt my skin to have him pressed against me, but I didn't resist.  Just as gently, Sir guided me onto the thick blanket he had placed on the floor.  The nipple clamps were removed and I shivered as my nipples were finally released and blood flowed back into them.  The gag was removed from my mouth but my jaw was so stiff I had trouble closing it.  I lay there, saliva still pouring out of my mouth as I worked my tongue over my lips in a pittiful attempt to clean the excess moisture from them.  Finally, I was able to swallow, my dry throat almost too dry to actually work.  The blindfold had been removed while I had been trying to regain control over my jaw, but I had kept my eyes closed.  I was still weeping, but it didn't matter.  The last thing to be removed was the anal hook.  It slid out easily, my body too exhausted to resist.  

I lay there and didn't bother to fight the exhaustion.  Sir had a towel and was gently wiping up the saliva and other fluids that covered my body.  A cool cloth had been placed against my back, but soon I was shivering with cold, despite the heat from my backside.  I was trembling with reaction as I was coming down from sub space.  But Sir was there with a piece of chocolate and water.  Once I had eaten the chocolate and drank my fill of water, he gently picked me up and laid me in bed, gently covering me with the blankets.  He smoothed back my hair and kissed me on the temple before sliding into bed behind me, spooning me.  His bare skin on my back was less abrasive than his clothes had been, but I still whimpered in pain before my body adjusted to him being there.

"It is over," he whispered in my ear, once again my husband, "The punishment has been given, the argument forgotten.  I love you, my Lady, now sleep."  And despite the aches and pains that promised to stay with me for the next few days, I did just that, safe and cherished in his arms.

I crept into the bedroom with a grin on my face, the non-descript box that I had made a special trip to the post office to pick up in my hand.  Sir was asleep in the bed, but I couldn't wait to give him his surprise.  Placing the box on the bed, I join him under the covers and carefully menouver until I am straddling him.  Gently, I run my hands up his bare chest and lean over to kiss him and then move on to nuzzling and gently biting at his jaw and neck.  He awakens, rubbing my back with his hands as his body greets me with enthusiasm.  Grinning, I straighten up and grab the box, placing it on his chest.

"Oh?" He asks me with a raised eyebrow, "What is this?"

"A surprise," I tell him, my excitement obvious in both my voice and body posture. "Open it." I urge as I slide off of him onto the bed so he has room to open the box.

A moment later he dumps the contents onto the bed after my assurance that nothing is breakable.  Digging through the newspaper that had been used as stuffing, he comes across a long object wrapped in plastic wrap.  A smirk dances across his face as a knowing look comes into his eyes.  Impatient to see what I had gifted him, Sir tears through the plastic wrap until he feels the soft leather of his newest addition to his toy chest.  He finished unwrapping the brand new elk hide flogger, admiring the craftsmanship.  The long tails were black and neatly trimmed, and the handle was designed with a subtle black and dark blue check pattern.

He swings it a few times to test the weight and runs his hands down the tails.  Silently, but still vibrating with excitement, I hand him the second item also wrapped in plastic.  Arching a brow, he tears into the plastic this time revealing a bull hide flogger with double the amount of tails as the elk hide.  Grinning, he tests that one out, admiring the weight.

"A matching set?  And it isn't even Christmas yet." He says to me as he motions for me to get off the bed.  I was already prepared to be his first test subject and was barely dressed, in anticipation of the occasion. 

"On your knees," he orders me and I quickly obey, looking forward to the thud of well crafted implements against my bare skin.

*Crack* When the first stroke against my haunches.  *Crack* Went the second stroke on the other side, matching the first in intensity.  *Crack* My right shoulder.  *Crack* My left shoulder, Sir's need for symetry obvious in his expert placement.  He teased me with light hits, startled me with harder hits, chuckling at my gasps of both pain and pleasure as the leather licked my skin.  I was blissfully headed into subspace, my body responding and tightening deep within me.

But then there was silence.  My skin twitched at the slightest sound, expecting the harsh yet seductive feel of leather at any moment.  My eyes were closed, I dare not look at what Sir was doing. And then I felt it.  The touch of the toy we called Big Red against my tight ass.  Sir had stopped flogging me so that he could prepare the toy to penetrate me.  I bent down so that he would have better access as he carefully and smoothly slid it into me, my breath catching at the widest part of the plug before it was fully inside.

I could feel him move away from me as my body adjusted to the intrusion, but this was not the time for niceties. *Crack*  The sound of the bull hide flogger echoed in the room and my ears.  The first flare of heat as the weight of the leather tails brushed down my back.  My flesh clamped down on the toy inside me, making me cry out.  *Crack* A harder hit square on my butt cheek.  *Crack* Matching heat on the other cheek.  I cried out, almost protesting.  It hurt.  But it was that oh so fine line between erotic and pure pain.  A hit to the spot right below my shoulder blades.  A matching stroke on the other side.  Another to the shoulders, another to my hip.  Soon, the strokes came one after another until I was panting both with need for him and pain, the endorphins giving me a sense of being high as I lost count, my mind quieting and retreating, my body existing only for his use.

So lost in the sensations it took me a moment to realize Sir had stopped.  My back radiated heat and I could feel moisture pooling between my legs.  "Stand," He commanded, his voice deepening and taking on the detached sound that only happened when he was completely in his element.  Wobbly, almost dizzy, I did as I was told.  Fortunately, I was not to be on my feet for long.

"Get the oil." He commanded as he took position on the bed.  Sometime, I didn't know when, he had stripped completely naked.  His cock was tumescent, his need for me, for release, quite apparent.

Retrieving the oil, I liberally covered my hand and took my place beside him on the bed, still on my knees.  Taking hold of his cock my mind slowly began to come out of its daze as I proceeded to pleasure him.  I closed my hand on him as hard as I could while still being able to move and slowly slid my hand up, tightly coming up over the head of his cock.  I rested my fist against it for a moment and then reversed the motion, this time "forcing" his cock into my fist, maintaining pressure until I got all the way down to the root.  Slowly, I continued this movement until he grabbed my wrist, forcing my hand off.  With his other hand he grabbed my ample breast, kneeding and squeezing until he reached my nipple.  He toyed with it, my back arching as the sensations shot down to my core, the plug in my ass making me feel full.  Still squeezing, he sat up and brought his mouth to my nipple, almost inhaling it as he forced as much of my breast as he could into his mouth.  I moan as he increased the suction, slowly letting the flesh fall out.  I cried out as my body shuddered, my skin almost too sensitive.

He ravished my breasts, biting, sucking, tormenting.  I ached with the need for him, ached for him to be inside me.  I didn't care how.  All that mattered was the ache, the need, the knowledge that I was his and his only to be played with.  Finally, he said what I was wanting so desperately to hear. "I need to be inside you."  I shivered with anticipation.  Nodding, I waited for him to tell me how he wanted me.  "I think I need more oil, don't you?"  Nodding again, I liberally applied more oil to his cock.  "Take the toy out."  I shivered again.  A toy was one thing, but his cock in my ass was another.  

Big Red was removed and set aside for cleaning later.  I used the remaining oil on my hands to make sure that I was ready to be penetrated, also making sure not to clench too much.  Sir was laying on the bed again and he motioned for me to straddle him.  Slowly, I moved into position, a bit higher up than when we have regular sex.  I lift myself up and position the tip of him at the opening and then slowly slide down.  The toy had done the initial work of opening me up so there was none of the hesitating that sometimes happens.  I slide down and down and down, spreading my ass cheeks until I have as much of him inside me as I can.  Then I flex, just once.  His back bowes as the sensation causes him to gasp.  I slide up until he is almost outside of me before sliding down him again.  I hold myself there, enjoying the feeling.  Leaning forward, I offer my breasts.  Again, he ravishes them, holding them together in such a way that he can hold both of the nipples in his mouth.  I moan as once again he finds that fine line. 

Almost incoherent, I force out the words. "Fuck me, Sir."  He doesn't ask if I am sure, but takes me at my word as he rams himself again and again into my ass.  I cry out and gasp with each thrust, my wrists locked in his grasp as he pulls me against him, knowing it wouldn't be long for either of us. Our eyes lock as I am caught in his hunters gaze.  Suddenly, Sir throws his head back, letting out a triumphant, primal cry as he pumps his essence into my body.  I follow soon after as spasms wrack my body, sending my mind away on a golden cloud of sensations and emotion.

We were not really sure when we started to come back into ourselves.  I was collapsed on Sir, our mingled sweat slick between us.  Carefully, I disengaged from him and slumped to the side, cradled in his arm on the bed.  We were both still breathing heavily as his fingers gently caressed my arm, sending aftershocks throughout my body.  I was languid and satisfied, relishing the warmth of him at my side.  When I could finally form a coherent thought, I turned my head just enough to grin at him, my face otherwise slack with quickly approaching exhaustion.  "Do you like your presents?" I ask, knowing perfectly well that he did.  His only response was to hold me tighter to him as he planted a soft kiss on my shoulder.  Soon enough it would be time to clean up, but for now we rested in each others company, coming down from the high that we had created for each other.

We were in the kitchen finishing up a dish for a family event we would be attending  later that evening. I was in the middle of the last step, stirring the pot until the contents were at the right consistency. It was an easy task, one that allowed my mind to wander over the events of that morning. I smiled softly as I mused, getting lost in the memories and enjoying the physical reactions that the recollections create.

My smile widens as I feel you come up behind me and run your hands over my hips. You pull me close and I surrender my weight to your support.

"I have an idea to make thinks interesting," you say mischievously.

"Oh?" I reply archly, "How so?"

You run your hand down my arm until you are guiding the spoon in the pot with sensual turns. 

"I was thinking that it would be interesting to see if you could make me cum before this dish is finished."

Grinning, I thrust my hips back and shimmy my way down your front so that I can caress your already hard cock with my ass on the way back up. 

"Challenge accepted." I say as I move away from the stove and turn to face you, my hands already at the zipper of your pants.

Kneeling before you, I carefully free your cock, pushing back the fabric until your entire length is revealed. I smile a Cheshire grin as I slowly lean forward, my lips parting over the head and down the shaft, my tongue softly playing with the underside. 

You make a sound, somewhere between a sigh of contentment and a groan of pleasure. I chuckle in response and feel you grip my hair to steady yourself. 

Slowly, I work my mouth up and down your shaft, making sure to take you deeper each time, until you reach the back of my throat. I pause, holding you there as my tongue softly moves against you. I swallow, just to see if I can, and you grab my head with both hands, forcing me to stay still. I can feel you restraining yourself from ramming yourself deeper into my throat until you orgasm.

Your grip in my hair relaxes, and I use that opportunity to come up for air. Glancing up at you, I see your face. Your eyes are closed in concentration just to keep yourself upright. Your hand on the spoon has slowed, barely stirring the contents of the pot at all.

Taking a breath, I mentally challenge myself to see how deep I can take you in my throat, to see if at this angle I can work you in all the way so that when you do cum it pours down my esophagus. 

Once again, I take you into my mouth. My tongue strokes the underside as I purposefully go for the hilt. I reach that spot where the curvature of my throat requires me to be a little bit forceful. But I can feel it, I can feel that if I can just get the right angle it will penetrate to the esophagus and I can finish you off. 

My hands grip your legs as I go for it, and there! The thrill of success as I hear you utter an oath, your voice half strangled by the sensations as your orgasm almost buckles your knees, my hands and arms turning into supports for you.

I don't move until I feel your spasms stopping, the need to breathe becoming almost overwhelming. When I do finally disengage from your body, you are caught unawares and your knees almost buckle again.

My throat feels stretched out, but my face glows with pride at a job well done as I quietly wait for you to catch your breath. When you finally seem to have control of yourself once again, I grin up at you. "Did I succeed? Did I make you cum before it was done cooking?"

You hold out your hand to help me stand up and nod. "You exceeded my expectations. Now finish up here while I go get changed for the event tonight. And then when we get back I will make sure to properly reward you for a job well done."

I resume stirring the pot, my mind replaying the recent events as a soft smile once again plays over my lips.