I shiver inside think­ing about last night, and it’s funny because as soon as A___ had cum I took over, but now as I sit here writ­ing I am almost dizzy think­ing about being under her con­trol. Or maybe it’s from what I did after. Or maybe it’s just that we do these things at all. Who can say.

I did make a bed for us on the floor (noise reduc­tion) and was hard as per A___’s instruc­tions, but I drifted off to sleep and got soft. What I remem­ber as I awoke was her strad­dling me and telling me that I had fallen soft and asleep. She took it out on my imme­di­ately with rough hands on my balls, cock and ass and rough words in my ear; I thought she was going to finger-fuck my ass with­out lube or hit me. I was scared. She set­tled for kneel­ing on my arms and rub­bing her pussy and ass on my face for a while, rest­ing and think­ing while I strug­gled to make up for my lax behav­ior earlier.

Ulti­mately we ended up on the bed because I was given orders that could be ful­filled quietly.

“Start at my neck and work your way down my back to my feet, then I’m going to flip over and you’re going to work your way back to my pussy. Don’t stop unless I stop your head, but move slowly and don’t miss anything.”

I did as I was told. Ini­tially stretched out on top of her and kiss­ing her neck gen­tly. Lay­ing down meant I could use my hands to mas­sage her shoul­ders at the same time, but as my tongue moved down her spine I had to kneel up on hands and knees. Rather than slide down (and off the bed) I began to pivot, so by the time I had reached the small of her back I was kneel­ing by her breasts and as I moved my tongue down the crack of her ass to the sweet space below her pussy, my whole face was buried between her legs. I licked and kissed and worked my tongue hard, try­ing as best I could to make her for­get every­thing else except what I was doing. I didn’t lick her pussy except to let her know that I knew I still had duties. She stopped my head once as my tongue cir­cled her ass, hold­ing me there for a while.

When I was released I began to move again; down her legs between her knees, spread­ing out and lay­ing down on top of her again, using my hands to mas­sage her ass and guide her legs towards me. I’ve dis­cov­ered a new found love for kiss­ing A___’s feet and suck­ing her toes; this I did with a heat that, since dis­cov­er­ing it, has sur­prised me. Even­tu­ally A___ rolled over and I worked back up her legs in a more tra­di­tional — sub­mis­sive — posi­tion so that my face ended up buried between her legs and my tongue was work­ing furi­ously. She held my arms tight by her neck so I was stretched and restrained, but it allowed A___ to steer me as she saw fit.

She came hard…

It was a good night last night. I woke up this morn­ing, rolled over and saw S___, this incred­i­ble man. I flashed back to hold­ing his head between my legs last night, pin­ning his arms down with my knees, roughly play­ing with his balls and penis, and think of how amaz­ing he is. To give and take orders, to give and take plea­sure in so many ways. I feel sen­ti­men­tal this morn­ing after get­ting to use him last night. I get up and get dressed and he says “good morn­ing Princess, I love the way your boobs look in that shirt” I lean over and kiss him. “I love the way your hair looks in the sun­light.” Two more kisses on his ear. “I love the way your kisses look on my face.” All in his sleepy voice, all hon­est, all what is in his head at that very moment.

This is why he is such an amaz­ing lover. S___ says what is in his head, makes it known what he wants, and I am always happy to return the favor.

Small actions, lit­tle kisses, plain words, this is why we work, why we can dom­i­nate and sub­mit, share and watch, lit­tle things put every­thing into perspective.