I’ve not written anything fun in quite some time, so figured it time to share again. Hope you enjoy 😊:
‘Bend over,’ He says.
‘Straighten your back. Stick your ass out.’
‘Mmmm, yes… just like that.’
‘Your ass looks great like this.’
A little wiggle, happiness at His praise, spills out of my body.
‘Stay still!’ He says firmly.
I do. Immediately feeling that familiar tingle at the sternness in His voice.
I stay there, listening intently, awaiting further instruction. It doesn’t come. He simply goes back to what He was doing.
So I settle in and concentrate on maintaining this posture. Every posture seems easy at first. Until it has to be held. But I know this one well. It is my caning stance.
So many thoughts try to race through my mind, wondering where this is going, images pushing for a chance to have centre stage. I slow everything down and simply wait. Waiting is what I do best. That delicious elixir of anticipation, working its way through my body.
As always, I don’t need to reach between my legs to know what’s happening there. But I do like to. That delight in finding the ways in which my body displays its ripeness are always like opening that first birthday present.
But I don’t move.
Instead I listen.
He’s gaming. There’s something so disturbingly satisfying in being put on display and then ignored for something so mundane. He certainly knows how to push all my buttons. Sometimes I wonder if He actually knows how well He targets them, or if it’s simply dumb luck. I kind of like not knowing. Is He conscious of the power He has over my body?
Suddenly I realise He’s behind me. He pushes Himself against me, and then steps back and runs His hands over my ass cheeks.
Mmmm those hands.
I try not to melt like goo under His touch. It takes all my concentration to stay still as His hands explore. Around, up, down, between my thighs. Careful to never give me what I want. What I crave.
He pushes against me again, grabbing my hips. That tease! I’m aching to feel Him inside me… and He knows it.
‘Mmmmm, good girl,’ He says with a growl. Oh, that growl. Gets me every time. The low simmering of desire, combined with that controlled need and urgency. It always ignites the primal urge in me. Wanting Him to claim what’s His, and drive Himself into me without thought.
I soften back into Him. Silently pleading. “Please, Sir. Please enter me. Please fuck my brains to oblivion.” But I say nothing. My body speaking for itself. Internally I say a little prayer that it’s speaking loud enough!
He pulls His cock out and rubs it over my ass, before guiding Himself into me. Hallelujah. (He has been known to end more than one session right there and then, leaving me wanting and needy. So I never know how much He will give me). My body gratefully leans back into Him, trying to savour every thrust, encouraging Him deeper and deeper.
Grabbing my hair, and without stopping, He directs me towards the kitchen bench where He pushes me forward over it and wraps Himself around me. Pounding.
Splayed over the bench, my hands reach out for traction, as my breasts dance around against the countertop at just the right angle for my nipples to lightly graze with each movement. Mmmm, the delicious feeling spreads through my whole body as I try to maintain my foothold.
He releases my hair and orders me to turn around, drop to my knees, and suck my juices from Him. I do, immediately. Again, that internal jolt of pleasure at how well He finds my buttons. I suck and lick with fervour, lost into the moment. His delicious cock the centre of the universe.
But He’s not done. Grabbing my hair again, He pulls me to my feet, bends me over the countertop again, and begins preparing to enter my ass. I reach around and spread myself wide, helping, filled with excitement. That first moment of entry is unlike anything. I almost purrrrrrr.
‘Get on your knees,’ He orders. I do. Face up, mouth open, tongue out. Just as He likes. His groans as hot cum spurts onto my face and tongue, bring a deep satisfaction. I watch and listen and taste and drip. An uncontrollable smile beginning to form at the edges of my mouth.
He looks down at me as I gaze adoringly up at Him. A gentle finger traces down the side of my face as He whispers, ‘Good girl. Now clean me up.’
