Fellatio in the Morning

I know exactly where my "happy" place is. Here, between your legs. Each morning as you enjoy your coffee and look out the kitchen window I kneel before you. I have no need for coffee or any other traditional morning beverage. You provide me with what I need. First, I attend to your balls, kissing each, licking, letting their weight sit on my lips. I suck each ball and watch as your cock fills with blood and stands tall. No words are spoken; there is no need. I am at peace and your body is coming alive to meet the day. You place one hand on my head and I move up to take your cock into my mouth. I know what you like. I keep my lips tight around your shaft, my hands cradling your balls, and I suck deeply, my tongue teasing your head. I go down, press my lips against your base then back up. You grasp my hair tightly and I sigh, knowing I'm pleasing you.I hear you set your coffee mug on the counter and I move faster, my hands massaging your hot jewels. My tongue traces the vein, the ridge of your head and I feel you shudder. Then, I know. I push down until I almost gag, your head against the back of my throat. I hear you groan and hold me in place, your hips pumping as my morning beverage shoots down my throat. When you finish, I sit back on my heels, satisfied, complete. I look up at you and smile. This is my Happy Place

Day of the Nipples

New project. He will devote an entire day to a selected body part. That is the one and only part of my body that will receive attention from him. Today is Day of the Nipples. First, he put on the nipple shield, but anyone who's tried to keep one of those on non-pierced nipples knows the challenge. My Lord is no fool. He knew they would pop off easily, so over the shield he placed a nipple jewel - the loopy kind - to hold it in place. Then, he had me kneel and service his cock. I was not allowed to use my hands, only my mouth. I couldn't control myself once and reached for his balls. I LOVE fondling his balls! I thought for a while he was going to let this go, but I was wrong. He let me finish, thank God! and he came in my mouth. 

Then, he iced my nipples. Good Lord but that was cold! Especially after they had been tightly jeweled! They hardened up to bullets the moment one drop of frozen water fell on them. He laughed when I sucked in my breath. I love to hear that sound. I wanted to cry out, but controlled myself, which was also a mistake. He likes me to make a little noise. Moans, begging, crying. I know this and for some perverse reason even I don't understand, I fight it and remain silent as long as possible. He likes this as well. He's told me so. He likes to break my resolve and own me totally. The ice damned near did it, but not quite. So, he upped the ante.

How? With heat. He end from constriction to ice to burning - okay, not real burning, but it sure as hell felt like it. 

Wax. He dripped hot wax across my breasts, covering my tender nipples and soft skin with fire which cooled to hardness. I broke. It was all too much and I cried out and began to thrash. This he was not to endure, so he tied me in place and continued his assault on my breasts. Please, I begged, please fuck me! My pussy was crying as well, sweet tears gushing from my petals, begging for attention. He saw this and laughed again. No. No my dear. If you can cum for me I will give you my cock to suck on again, but nothing for your pussy. Not yet. Now, cum for me or I'll have to punish your nipples more and I promise, you won't like that one little bit.

I opened my eyes and followed his glance. The flogger. If I didn't cum, he'd flog my breasts. My breath stopped for a moment. I imagined the pain. I imagined his pleasure. and I came.

That's my girl. He praised me. Now you may have my cock and since you've already sucked it dry once, I promise you it will stay hard for a very long time. If you can coax another orgasm from me within the next 30 minutes I won't make you wear the bells for the rest of the day.

I took that challenge, and lost. Thirty-two minutes later he fed me his sweet, sweet cream, but I wear his bells for the next four hours. I can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store.

Garage Christening

She fights against me sometimes as if she can win. She argues with me as if she will change my mind. She knows better just as I do. If she really wants me to stop, she know what word to say. We both know she won't. Not yet, anyway.

Today, we are "christening" the new garage. I've worked for months building it and now it's finished. I had thought to put in a special room with a bed, sound proofing, heat, air conditioning, but have decided against it. I like the idea of being able to use the entire space as I wish. Plus, I like the idea of Princess knowing I can and will use the space as I wish. Then, she she comes and goes, she'll remember. In here, she's mine unquestioningly, just like everything else in here. Hard and beautiful. Leather. Chain. Metal. Control.

I start by cuffing her wrists. It always amazes me the immediate transformation when I place tangible items of dominance on her. She becomes softer, her eyes downcast. She speak only to answer me and now, in the garage, she must control even her voice since we have neighbors fairly close by. Once cuffed, she knows what to do. I have established protocols. She kneels and unbuckles my belt, unzips my jeans and releases my cock. Thank god. if she hadn't, it would probably be bruised from pressing against the zipper. I moan from the heat and wetness of her mouth. She cradles my balls just how I like. her lips form a tight seal and she sucks me down her throat with a spectacularly. I feel myself harden, my balls tighten. She looks up at me, questioning and I nod. I can see the smile in her eyes but she doesn't slow her sucking. I figure if I release now I can last longer later. I grasp her hair, forcing her to keep her eyes locked on mine. My balls explode, lava shooting up my shaft, erupting into her mouth, down her throat. She gulps and gulps, swallowing the heat. When I'm finished, she sits back on her heels, kisses my balls and thanks me.

I help her to her feet and hold her, telling her how much I love her. God. She's perfect. Smart, lovely and fucking sexy. I point to the saw horses and tell her to bend over one. She obeys and I smile, seeing her lovely ass pointed up. She grasps the legs on the far side and waits. I can't spank her here like I want to, that will have to wait. It's mid-afternoon and the chance of neighbors hearing the swats is too high. That will have to wait until later when I take her back into the house. I'll pull her over my lap and give her a good old fashioned otk spanking until the tears flow and all her worries wash away. For now, I've got something else planned. I grab the lube and spread her cheeks. Her own juices would be enough, but I have no desire to hurt her - well - not too much anyway. Her thighs glisten and I inhale her scent. My finger taps her little back rosebud and she jumps in surprise. I know she's nervous now and this pleases me. I slip one finger in and begin to insert the lube. Then a second finger. She pushes against my hand and I chuckle. Oh yes. She wants this. When she's slick enough, I insert it. The new metal plug. She moans and tightens in resistance so I reach around and pinch her pierced nipple. Yep. That takes the resistance right out of her. I can't see it, but I know she's biting her lip. I feel the plug settle in place and she sighs, trembles and quietly begs, "please." That's better.

My cock is recovering and beginning to harden again. It will just have to wait. "You ready to get serious now?" Power surges through me when I see the longing touch with fear in her eyes. I help her over to the pegboard where all my tools are kept. I pick up a chain. It's aluminum, so it's quite lightweight despite its heavy appearance. I clip each end of the two foot long chain to her nipple rings the loop the center of it over a hook in the pegboard. Next, I pull her arms behind her back and clip the cuffs together. "Please. Please fuck me," she begs again, quietly.

"Soon, Princess. First though, I'm going to play with you and you, dear one, will stand still and silent."

Her eyes widen in true fear this time. I sit on the floor, my face directly in front of her shaved pussy. I grin maniacally then flick my tongue against her clit. She jumps and squeals quietly. I lick her again and again, tasting the sweetness of her honey. This is the torture I have planned. I will make her cum again and again and again until she can barely stand. Those chains will keep her from wiggling away and fear of being heard will keep her quiet. Oh yes, I will so enjoy myself this afternoon - and so will she.

When will i learn? (part 2)

So I've been on house arrest - so to speak - and completely nude for a good 12 hours now. I have at least 12 more to go before Sir will even consider giving me access to one - and only one - dress. It's cold as crap out right now, so I still won't be able to leave the house since shoes, socks, coat, etc. will still be denied until I've learned that he's serious as a heart attack about holding me to my word. What did I promise? To be a true submissive. To allow him access to all of my body whenever, however and where ever he wishes. In turn, he has agreed to honor my hard limits and my safe word (which I cannot use simply to save myself some embarrassment.)
Also, Every hour that he is awake, to further remind me of my smart mouth and my moment of weakness when i tried to pull down my skirt but he obviously wanted it up, I will be spanked for a minimum of five minutes. Now five minutes may not seem like a long time, but trust me, it is. and 55 minutes between spankings is not nearly long enough to totally heal from the one an hour before. Right now, my ass is red and very tender. Luckily, Sir is about ready to go to sleep, so I should have a break for 6 hours or so. Before he sleeps, though, we have another "rule." I administer fellatio. God I love this rule! To take Sir into my mouth, to focus only on his pleasure, to taste his skin, massage his jewels, give him both relaxation and joy and the same time - this gives me purpose and joy in my own life. I actually like it best when he doesn't touch me much - my entire focus is on him. My greatest pleasure is when I feel his hot sweetness slid down my throat, nourishing me, in truth, with his very seed. The taste of him on my lips brings more contentment than any other drink every has. Tonight, he has assured me that, since I have taken my punishment so well and without complaint, he will grant me this gift - right after my last spanking. And so, I prepare myself for pain, but know it is deserved and know that soon, I will have only pleasure.

Fellatio training

Honestly, I've never liked giving head. I tend to gag and I don't like the smell. Of course, I've only tried it with two other men. Now, though, Sir has taken it upon himself to train me in this Art. In order to teach me the importance of this and to add another level of control over me, Sir has inserted a small bullet vibrator into my pussy. He carries the remote. So that I cannot take it out or touch myself without his permission, he has also locked a very elegant, comfortable, discrete chastity device. The key is on a small golden chain around his neck. He will unlock me only if I please him with my mouth. This morning, after he had locked me in this device, Sir had me lie on the bed. He knelt above me, his balls dangling over my face. I inhaled and smelled the clean scent of water from His shower and His own male musk. Rather than my previous unpleasant encounters, Sir's scent made me wet immediately. I eagerly kissed and licked his balls while he pinched and tweaked my nipples. I gasped at the pleasure. Sir did not rush me, but let me explore at my own pace. I was not to use my hands, only my mouth. When he first told me this, I was concerned, but my trust in Him overpowered these concerns. His skin was soft, sweet and the balls resilient and lovely. I opened my mouth and encased one with my lips, sucking gently. 

"Excellent"

I glowed with pleasure. He released one nipple and began to touch himself. I suckled the other ball and heard his moan. I ran my tongue around the delightful sacs, down his perineum, rimmed his bum hole and back up to his jewels. He pumped faster as I explored and to my joy, I felt the hot testament to his pleasure spray across my breasts. I wiggled and squirmed, needing my own relief.

"Now, my love, you know I will unlock you when I choose. Get cleaned up and dressed now."

Sighing, I did as he ordered. We left for work. He an authority of History and adviser to museums and me his assistant. Even though we work alone, renting rooms in a small office building close to the University, Sir requires professional dress and demeanor at all times. Well, unless he requires me for enjoyment or distraction. Today, I will remained fully clothed, but will be required to perform fellatio once every hour, on the hour. 

As the day goes on, I find myself looking at the clock often, eager to perform my duty. I have found that if I relax my throat, I can take His cock deeply into my mouth and even down my throat a bit. I have learned to cup his balls gently, massage them, adore them. Now, it is almost time to leave again for home. It is a few minutes before the hour and he leads me to the elevator. i am surprised since i thought i was to again worship his cock. We enter the elevator and i hear the alarm on his watch. He looks at me, his eyes dark and then he raises his eyebrows.

Here?

"Oh, you will be punished for that question, love."

I hesitate again, for just a moment, then nod. He is right. I kneel in front of him and unzip his trousers. I begin my worship. I feel and hear the elevator stop. The doors open, but no one comes on. I blush to think that someone might see me, but i know my place and it is here. Kneeling before my Lord, serving his needs as he desires.