It has been a rough year. I had some major family issues to deal with and in turn my Dominants are right by my side in the thick of it with me. That is how I know they love me so damn much.
To sum it up my parents needed help so they are now living with us. Dementia issues and health issues etc. Needless to say we have to financially and physically take care of everything.
So this has sort of pushed a wide bridge in between us, in regards to us being able to just openly live our lives the way we had previously been doing. You know things like, a collar on at all times, me naked in the house and just having sed whenever and wherever we desired.
We cannot just do that when others are up and about. Plus the added stress is tiring everyone out.
That being said before family moved in I used to sometimes sleep under one of my Dominants desks throughout the day while he did work, or I would be able to lay down with my head in their lap on the couch as they watched television, or eat at their feet on the floor, etc.
It has made me very depressed. These are things I enjoy and need.
So last night I had enough. I was feeling so subby. My need was high and as much as I would have loved hours and hours of orgasms and writhing beneath them. I was humble and opted to serve.
Everyone was asleep and it was late but I grabbed a blanket and a nice pillow and I begged my Master Calvin if I could kneel before him on the floor while we just vegged out watching Tiktoks. He permitted it. So as I am on my knees my arms wrapped around one of his legs I began to massage him. His feet, ankles, calves thighs.
Fuck I missed doing this so much. I am still on a high from it. Intoxicating.
We talked a little and eventually the phones were shut off. There was just us and I was eager. I peered up at him, and with what little I could see I stared with a fiery yearning I havent felt in a long time since we got put into this mess eight months ago.
"My Master, may I please serve your pleasures?" I begged him.
It was needed and after he allowed I began to worship him properly. Kisses all over his body. My fingers touching, caressing everywhere. Each inch, my nails digging in lightly, and just when I was eager enough his cock slipped right into my mouth.
It felt like an eternity. I miss him choking me, pushing my head down further holding me there and allowing me to breathe when he chooses. I love that primal guttural sound in the back of his throat that rumbles up through his chest.
I loved the way he gripped my hair and pulled my back and said be a good girl and get to the bedroom. How he laid down and allowed me to return to my longing of pleasuring him with my mouth. The taste of his sweetness on my tongue. How it makes me tremble with such need.
That sensation of him throbbing in the back of my throat as he erupts rope after rope of delicious bliss. Nothing in this world is more sweet than this very moment.
What makes it even better is the moment in a breathy word he speaks, "Nestle!"
My one command to slide up his body, and rest my head on his chest, my arm and leg draped over him so tenderly. The way he caresses his hand through my hair, kisses my forehead. How loving all of it is in all of its dirty kinky bliss.
No, I did not need the pain. I did not need to cry or be grounded. I did not need intense multiple orgasms. No I only needed to be who i naturally am. I only needed to do something for him. I needed and craved to serve. I needed to make sure he slept hard and was relaxed enough to do so.
How satisfied I was after. How hard I fell into that sensation. How I only needed to please him. To love him. Oh how I have missed the desire and chances to feel this way.
