A Rainy Thursday Afternoon

Well it wasn't just the afternoon. It had started raining the night before and was still raining the proverbial cats and dogs the next morning. It didn't stop raining for over 24 hours. So what was there to do at home when it was raining outside? I knew what I was going to do, P didn't. To be honest she only knew half the truth. Yes we were going to bed and share our love for each other, the rest of it she had no idea. We watched DVD's and just chilled out at home while the weather did its worst outside. In the afternoon, I took her into the bedroom with no clues to give away my decision. She kissed me. I allowed it then said 'That's the only kiss you will give me.' She immediately knew by the tone of my voice that her Lady had returned. Her body language changed from lover to submissive, the subtleness all too evident to me. She downcast her eyes and crossed her hands in front of her, lowering her head to me. I felt my dominance rise and swell like a flowing high tide. But I also felt calm, calmer than the last time we had done this, played together. I felt myself smile inwardly and outwardly.

I circled her, inspecting her fully clothed. I didn't expect her to be ready for me and certainly wouldn't punish her for that. I was only going to scene for about half an hour, dip a toe in the waters and see what the reaction was for both of us. I ordered her to strip below the waist. Carefully she took off her trousers and panties. I told her to put her hands behind her head. I tucked her top up into her bra band. She breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling with anticipation. I inspected her, circling around her. It was lovely to do this, have her as my possession. I touched her, teased her. Then I bent her over the bed so I could spank her. Lightly at first, then I used a wooden spoon. Corrupting an innocent kitchen utensil gave me a buzz. To hear it slap against her skin, leave the red marks and provoke the little mews from P's lips was music to my ears. I alternated smacks with the spoon and my hand, connecting skin on skin again.

I felt my keen arousal as we continued to play together. P faithfully counted each smack and thanked me profusely afterwards. I asked her to stand before I removed my own trousers. I turned round and settled myself face down on the bed. Now it was time for some worship of my own. I instructed her to pay homage to me. Dutifully she knelt behind me and started to kiss my thighs and my bum through my panties. I closed my eyes and let myself revel in the worship, knowing how much P adored doing this. And she did it so well, soft little kisses that covered every inch. I let her do this for several minutes before I told her to stop. I heard P kneel back down and almost whimper at not being allowed to worship me. I turned over on the bed and raised my bare left foot to her lips. I teased her, rubbing my big toe over her lips as she resolutely tried not to show any emotion. I told her to worship my foot, allowing her to hold it. She already knew not to go any higher than my ankle. I watched as her lips kissed my toes before going up and over my foot. She sucked my toes and I felt the throb between my own legs as she did so. I closed my eyes again and surrendered to the feelings.

After my left foot, I instructed P to repeat the process with my right. Again, I revelled in the sheer pleasure and delight of being served by my personal hussy. It was sheer bliss. I felt us reconnect through these simple acts, become one again in our release of dominance and submissiveness. I bade P to stop her ministrations. Again she seemed to be sad to stop worshipping me. I decided that this was enough for our mini session, not wanting to overwhelm her or myself too much. I cuddled her, giving her the aftercare I always made sure she needed. She seemed so happy at this unexpected scene, the re-emergence of her Lady and being able to worship me again but I knew it would also be very emotional for her. She breathed heavily in my arms and I soothed her until I knew she was calm.

Afterwards, we switched back to being just us and enjoyed sharing our love with each other, albeit with a renewed vigour and arousal. We talked afterwards as I wanted to make sure we both felt the same way, that we both missed it and wanted it to continue. It was obvious from our conversation that this was the case. We both had silly grins on our faces and I felt we had been able to reconnect again on the rainy Thursday afternoon. I had already started to plan ahead for our next scene before P went home (she returned today). This time I would change clothes, wear my heeled shoes and lace top hold ups, get out my box of tricks and enjoy being a Domme again. Just this brief scene gave me buzz and a high that had been missing from my life for several months and I knew that I was back on track.