Lovely Obeisance

For the first time in ten years, I was brace enough to ask my husband to bite me in bed. He's always been a bit squeamish to anything outside of vanilla, but these last several months he's taken my masochism in stride and really stepped up his dominance game. I needed to be marked AND I ASKED!

He bit me so hard, it sent shivers down my body and I got goose bumps on my legs. Omg, it felt amazing. Now, I get to look at a lovely marking for the next few days!

After, I asked him if he was okay and if he thought it was weird. He said he was fine and he loved that I liked it. (Baby steps) 😍

For the first time in ten years, I was brace enough to ask my husband to bite me in bed. He's always been a bit squeamish to anything outside of vanilla, but these last several months he's taken my masochism in stride and really stepped up his dominance game. I needed to be marked AND I ASKED!

He bit me so hard, it sent shivers down my body and I got goose bumps on my legs. Omg, it felt amazing. Now, I get to look at a lovely marking for the next few days!

After, I asked him if he was okay and if he thought it was weird. He said he was fine and he loved that I liked it. (Baby steps) 😍

Since I've been on the site...

I haven't written in weeks.

My life is falling apart.

One day things will get better, but not today.

Sometimes, for no reason at all, I want to feel the painful bite of a leather belt against the soft flesh of my bared bottom.

"Who's sweet ass is this?" 

I want to bite back my startled shout and whisper, "Yours."

"That's right." He'll say, as he gently rubs the tingling sensation into sweet ecstasy, "You're such a sexy little slut."

"Only for you."

"Tell me you're my slut."

*Slap*

"I'm your slutty girl."

He'll firmly grasp the base of my neck, covering my mouth with his, before leaning back and growling in my ear, "You're my sexy slutty girl and you'll get what you deserve."

(Sigh)

- Day dreaming to myself while soaking up the sun with my entire family.

Something I wish to personally experience... A man empathetic to where women are in their cycles.

Maybe this is a short coming of my surroundings. It definitely could be that it's too outside men's realm of their understanding. After all, they aren't force to bleed once a month.

I want to add that I know the hormonal fluctuations and emotional rollercoasters are definitely tiresome and annoying. Putting up with what can sometimes seem like two different women every single month, must be exhausting. I can't imagine how stressful it is to wonder when the flood gates will open and unleash the less pretty aside of your wife/significant other/friend.

That being said:

I'd like to be cuddled when I'm emotional. Comforted when I'm feeling depressed, for no reason other than, hormones. It would be so nice to be reassured that I'm okay, normal even, and supported. Sometimes, it's nice to cry/vent/rage for no other reason than you literally can't help it in a safe and loving environment.

(This has been my rant)

*Time for some salty fries and chocolate*

The quiet song is familiar. Talented stroking on keys of a piano fill my ears and I'm lost. The world dissolved around me. There is only Sir's hands on my thighs and the tranquil music.

From beneath the mask my eye lids flutter as he strokes my most intimate parts over the thin wet fabric. His touch feels like sweet ecstasy. 

As the tempo begins to build, I feel his grip tighten. My mouth opens, but I'm unable to hear the gasp. I find myself hoping he'll plunge a finger into my inner heat, but it never comes. The need for him to be inside me grows with each passing moment.

Clumsily, I try to turn around, but a piercing bite on my butt cheek keeps me in place. I feel the surprised shout escape my throat. It scratches, adding to the other sensations. When his mouth moves away, I feel the immediate comfort of his warm hand rubbing the tender spot.

I don't have to hear him to understand, "Don't move." Is exactly what he's saying.

Once my breathing slows, I relax back onto the bed. His free hand begins to massage my outer lips, while the other finishes loving on my punished booty.

I feel the shift of my panties, pulling away from my soft opening, my hopes sky rocketing that it's finally time, but as seconds pass, I'm left yearning.

The song slows in my ears and I strain to hear what's taking place behind me, but there's only silence. If it wasn't for the pressure of his hands on me, I'd feel completely alone.

I continue to wait silently, forcing myself to fight the urge to move. Another bite may feel good, but I know it will only delay what I'm ready for. My nerves vibrate with anticipation.

Then the wet heat of his mouth finds me. His talented tongue strokes the most sensitive part of my body and I scream out with intense pleasure. He suckles the small bud and I feel something unfamiliar building within me. A pressure deep inside begins to grow.

The musical piece begins it's climax and I feel his pace quickens. My legs quiver uncontrollably as my body gives in to the ferocious stimulation. I feel the pressure grow until I'm sure I can't hold onto it anymore. My hands grip the thin air wildly as I fight for breath.

I feel the peak of my orgasm, just about to tip, letting me fall blindly into the abyss. Until he stops.

I freeze.

The dizzying euphoria slowly slips away while every inch of my body hums, but I know this isn't the pleasure he'd promised when we spoke early in the evening. This is the punishment I'd brought on myself.

A small ear bud is gently removed, "Do you think you've learned your lesson, baby girl?"

Despite the aching inside me, the sexual frustration takes over my mouth, "I learned you can't get me to the other side."

A painful slap on my already tender ass cheek lands and I bite my lip to fight the yelp that tries to escape. His hands rubs the area and painful pleasure tingles down my leg.

"Oh, I can get you there, trust me. Your smart mouth is going to be your biggest enemy."

The other earbud pulls out lightly, "This time, you're going to hear how sweet you sound for me"

"You going to finish what you started?" I ask.

Another slap lands on my throbbing ass and I bite my lip again.

"I'll finish when I'm ready."

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I feel weightless in his strong arms as I bounce up and down with each of his long strides, "Where are we going, Sir?"

He doesn't speak, but squeezes me a bit tighter for a second. My heart tap dances in my chest. Surly he won't strap me down to anything on my first day.

We stop suddenly, "I'm going to lay you on your stomach and spread your legs. Don't make it difficult by fidgeting and do not move." His tone is harsh.

It takes every ounce of control I have to not fling myself out of his arm and stumble blindly away. I'd spent years fantasizing about being whipped for my smart mouth, but now that the time has come, I've decided I changed my mind!

"Sir, I'm sorry for being smart with you." I plead. 

He brushes my hair lightly, "I'm going to set you down now. Don't do anything you'll regret."

I nod my head silently. The fear slowly giving way to defensive anger and I decide to take the lashings, but once I'm unbound, I'll find a way to let him have it later. As he sets me over the bed, I smile, planning my revenge. My head is slowly laid on what seems like a small pillow.

I shiver with anticipation as he uses the toe of his shoe to spread my feet wide, "You look amazing like this." He says. 

I feel his hard warmth in my hands and my belly tightens with need.

"I'm so fucking hard for you. I want to bury myself deep inside you."

The tightness within me gives way to full out spasms. I try to bring my legs together, but his stance holds me in place. While I wiggle underneath him, I feel his cock twitch in my grasp."That's right, baby. Squirm for me. Let me feel that tight ass grind against me." 

As he speaks, I feel his hand trail down my left butt cheek and I brace myself for the first slap. His hand pulls back slowly.

"Sir!" I shout. My throat tearing with the forced volume.

His hand rests on the mound of my ass again, "Yes?" 

I take a heaving breath. Relief washing over me, sending my head spinning, "I don't think I want to be spanked."

He laughs, a burst of joyous melody, "Oh honey. I'm not going to spank you to prove that you can trust me. I'm saving those for later. I have a far better punishment in mind"

I freeze beneath him, "So, this entire time, you've been messing with me?" I demand.

His body bounces against mine, sending shock waves of pleasure as he chuckles. "I suppose so."

I try and fail to wiggle free from his grasp, but his hand finds the back of my neck, pinning me in place. As he leans down towards my ear, I feel my body react in ways I'd only dreamed of. 

In the last several minutes, I've felt more emotions, with higher saturation, than I had in my entire life. With no effort at all, he'd surpassed every sexual experience I'd ever had and my body aches to know more. I suddenly crave the feeling of his hand as it punishes my ass. I need his roughness to tame the wild within me. Fear leaves the pit of my stomach. Making way for the adventure I know is about to begin.

"I'm going to make you beg for me to be inside you." His voice is almost feral with hunger, "and when you can't take anymore, I may, if you're lucky, give you what you want."

My entire body spasms with pleasure, "Yes sir. Please, Sir."

Unfortunately, this isn't the story of my two lovers...

I'm just feeling defeated and sad.

So, here's a poem.

Alone, I wander down this path.

The bitter cold envelopes me.

Without your guidance, I become lost.

Will you find me, in the dark?

(I thought my hubby and I were on the same page after a long late night discussion and what I thought was an obvious mood change, but I misread the situation)

Ready to take a melatonin and have a nights worth of deep sleep.

I let my eyes open slowly and as I expected, there's nothing to see. The cloth has completely cut off my vision. I'm disappointed when I realize, I can't even peer out of the bottom. This is no regular sleep mask. It hugs the curves of my face perfectly.

"Before we begin, I need to know that you're okay."

I don't respond immediately. Instead, I do a mental analysis. Though my wrists are still bound behind me, there's no shoulder or back discomfort. The heels I've been wearing have caused my feet to ache slightly, but not enough to bring up. 

Despite being completely out of my element and nervous about what's ahead, I realize, I feel amazing. Even though I'm cuffed, blind folded, and there are mystery things in my ears, I've never felt more free. 

I let myself sway in place, "I feel so good."

He lets out a breath I hadn't realized he'd been holding. "You're so fucking amazing."

I feel his arms pull me into a warm embrace as he whispers into my ear, "But, I'm still going to teach you a lesson"

Before I can react, he scoops me up and starts walking.

(Short morning add-on!)

(If you're new here; follow their story on my blog! Beginning with, The Decision ❤️)

To my readers: The real fun is about to start.

From across the room there's the distinct sound of a drawer opening. Several items roll around the wooden area and I lean forward on my heels, just enough so that I don't tip over, but the expanse of his muscular back hides his motives. 

"Uh, Sir?" I ask, "What are you doing over there?" I patiently wait for his response, but it doesn't come.

For the first time since we've spoken, my stomach is not only nervous, it's in knots. Adrenaline pushes my heart into over drive as I think about the hundreds of articles and blogs I'd read, in regards to punishments. My imagination sends me into a spiral. 

Will he paddle me for my smart mouth?

The idea doesn't seem too bad, but I've never been spanked before. What if it hurts?

I roll my eyes at myself and nearly laugh at my lapse in judgement, but quickly think better of it. I definitely don't want him thinking I'm taking this lightly.

Another image flashes through my memory of a woman suspended in the air while an extremely sexy Dom edges her for several minutes until tears spill down her face. After she begs, he finally allows her the sweet release. 

At the time, it had seemed like a dream come true, but being faced with the prospect of such torment, I worry I may back down before the getting gets good.

No. I think. I did this to my damn self.

"It's time." He says, back still facing me. "Be good, for once, and close your eyes."

Hoping he'll go easier on me if I shut my insufferable pie hole, I silently do what he says. Without my sight, I'm left feeling helpless and stranded. Both of my cuffed hands, nestled against my rear, are useless. I am his for the taking.

"You've had a very naughty mouth tonight." His voice is still on the other side of the room. "We're going to work on that."

I let my head fall. Hoping that in the dimly lit room he can see my guilt is genuine, "Yes, sir."

The sound of his feet padding across the carpet sends my heart racing again. "Before I begin, I want you to understand something. Your ability to verbally strike back in moments of stress and discomfort is incredibly sexy."

He pauses for a moment and I realize he's waiting for my response, "I understand."

"Good,' he says. "I'm not doing this because I want you to change that aspect of yourself. In the right time and place, I believe it's necessary." A silky cloth covers my eyes.

"I'm doing this to remind you that those defense techniques aren't needed here." I feel something being placed in one ear.

"When we are together, you will always be wanted." He lips gently brush my neck.

"And as long as you're with me, you're safe." He places the second bud in my other ear.

"Open your eyes." His voice is harder to hear, but not by much and I wonder what he's done.