Simmering

The last two weeks have been a bit quiet.  I honestly think we we’re both in a bit of recovery.  Not that there was no play.  We had a nice visit from D, and couple of fun play session and last night, and a return visit of G, which was quite enjoyable.  The rest of the time was spent

The dynamic has simmering nicely through the lull, which has been wonderful.  It’s interesting, to me at least, as I play more and more, to see how he reacts to things.  Being new to these dynamics, I have to admit, it’s been sort of like a game discovering each little button.  Do this and he gets horny, do that and he gets cuddly.  Do this and he gets compliant, do that and he gets playful. You get the idea.   I think it’s something I’ve always noticed in people, but never gave it much thought.  But in this relationship, this dynamic… these buttons have far more meaning.  I find myself paying closer attention, experimenting, poking new ones out here and there.  Like a mad scientist determined to solve the puzzle.  Or maybe more like the child in her back yard, investigating life.  Watching how the pieces fit together.  Manipulating environments to see how nature would react.  Basic utter curiosity.  Either way, I quickly found myself fascinated by the inner workings of him.  Of what makes him tick.  Obviously the list is enormous and very complex… I’m sure it would take a life time to encounter them all and I have no doubt I'll enjoy the journey.

But after two years, the catalog is big enough that I found I can start manipulating outcomes.  Nothing drastic or severe, just little changes to fit my mood.  Sure I can just demand what I want, and I often do.  I never doubt that he will comply, even if he does so grudgingly.  This is just much more entertaining and I do think it may be part of what’s kept the dynamic simmering so much better this time.   It just helps keep us from getting too mundane… which also drive me batty.

As the Week Turns

How to describe the rest of Tuesday night… that bleed into Wednesday and then vanished into Wednesday night?  

AMAZING?

INCREDIBLE?

MIND BLOWING?

MIND BLOWING!  Yes a Mind blowing, soul changing, completely magical passage of time.  As a new Domme, there are moments as I slide down the rabbit hole where I swear I can feel a fundamental shift in how I think, how I see, how I feel.  Kind of like having something buried deep inside that just erupts to the surface with such force that I literally feel it.  Tuesday night was one of those nights.

I had already cucked him with both D and whom I’ll have to call D2.  Both very hot, sexy, gifted, well-endowed men that left me feeling very sexually satisfied.  Now, earlier that day, during his spanking, he had been told there would be no sleep till I pegged him.  So once my studs had left, we took a bit of a break.  Grabbing a bite to eat, shoring up some plans for the weekend and chatting about us, D/s, and kinks.  About 2am, my boy finally disappeared to the bathroom to get ready.  Shortly after, we began.  And we played, and played, and then played some more.  In the living room, the bedroom, down to the basement.  Intense moments, bonding moments, sexy moments, and just plain Grrr moments.  Somewhere about 7am we took about an hour break for breakfast and quick rinse offs… but neither one of us was ready for bed.  So back to the bedroom where I tortured and cared, beat and devoured, fucked and made love to my boy till 2pm on Wednesday afternoon.  When we finally passed out for a few hours, we were still rubbing and wiggling against each other.  

Trying to decide how to write about it was difficult.  There’s no way to capture into words what really passed between us that night.  Writing about all that happened would take a lifetime without ever doing it justice.  "Filling you up" is just a small snippet of that night, but the best moment to capture how the night went on.  

The best part, we awoke Wednesday to another visit from a new stud that turned out to be incredible.  G was a very quiet, polite gentleman… and I worried he may not be anything near what I am looking for. But something told me to relax and his sexiness made it easy to do so.  But once he got comfortable, he turned out to be amazing.  Not quite as good a lover as D, but damn near close.  Though the quiet man turned out to be a rather forceful, take charge kind of lover who just loved the role play of being the bull.  Looking forward to his return.

Sadly, Thursday night, my boy started in with a nasty cough.  I’ll admit to feeling a bit guilty that I may have played him sick.  Though truly deep down, it was such an amazing night, I still feel it was worth it. 

 Poor boy!

Our little Girl

She laid there curled up in my arms, shaking like the fragile leaf she was.  Tears streaking down her face as the release she felt overcame her entire being.  We had used her hard, my boy and I, and she came through with flying colors.

When she comes over, she always walks in so shy and fearful, remembering the words we would tell her.  She relaxes a bit as we chit chat and catch up.  We push a few buttons with nothing more than words and watch as her shame comes back to the fore front as she admits what she wants, what she needs.  Her face turns a light shade of red as she is forced to stand and strip in the middle of the room as we watch.  Her entire body quivers at first touch and we watch as her mind slowly disappears as we begin to explore.  Just as she is about to completely lose herself to the pleasures, I roughly shove her down to her knees, then on to all fours.  I watch her body tremble with anticipation as I step back and just stare.  Then it begins…

She is beaten to the edge and sweetly pulled back over and over again.  The tears begin in earnest.  The assault of hands, floggers, and my crop begin to leave their marks.  I stuff her mouth with my boy’s cock to stifle her screams.  Focusing on it, she begins using his cock as a distraction from the pain.  I watch with interest at how her whole body settles down to the task at hand.  The shaking subsides; the flinching from my blows becomes more controlled.  I slow my strikes to allow him to thoroughly enjoy her skilled mouth for bit, before launching one last brutal assault on her ass.  When the edge in her voice lets me know she’s had more than enough, I grab a fist full of hair and drag her to her feet.  Instructing my boy to stand behind her, locking her arms behind her back and to hold her still, I continue my assault on her chest.  Enjoying the way her large, heavy breast bounce after each smack, I become almost giddy with pleasure at the site.  I take my time, seeing her as nothing but a toy for my amusement as I beat, pinch, bite and suckle her breasts till I have had my fill.

After a short break, we drag her up to the bedroom.  There she is turned into nothing more than a thing, an object, the target of our lust and passion.  Used until she was sure she couldn’t handle anymore and then used a bit more.  When at last we finish with her, she has nothing left, but to curl into a ball, smiling from ear to ear with tears streaking down her face.  I wrap myself around her and feel her squirm into me, needing my warmth for reassurance, her tears falling from her cheeks onto my breast.  That’s my good girl!