I donned my “uniform” black spotted tunic dress, black
satin knickers, black lace top holdups and high heels. I picked up my fan and waited for the signal
my hussy was ready to enter my boudoir.
There was a heightened sense of anticipation as I waited. I was determined not to repeat my past
mistakes and put pressure on myself to “perform”. I wanted it to be about reconnecting.
My hussy entered after knocking and settled in her familiar
position, kneeling at my feet. I let her
kneel in silence for a while just to get used to being in my presence
again. I admit that my heart was beating
fast and I had to calm and centre myself mentally before starting. Even dominants have nerves.
I spoke with my hussy for a few minutes just to settle
things for both of us. I knew she would
be excited and nervous with adrenalin building.
I stroked her hair and I felt her lean into my hand. This is where she wanted to be. I allowed her to kneel beside me and rest her
head on my lap. I felt her sigh and
become calm.
First I made her stand and remove her outer clothing so she
was standing in her underwear. She had
changed into pretty bra & panty set which pleased me. I then inspected her as was my right. Walking around her, creating tension and a frisson
of excitement. I yanked my hussy’s long
hair, twisting the strands around my fingers, pulling her face up to mine. I whispered in her ear, told her who owned
her. Then I pulled the bra cups down to
expose her ripe, pale breasts so I could indulge in one of my favourite pastimes. Nipple clamps. Mine are purple with bells on the end. I caressed and teased her breasts first,
heightening her senses before applying the clamps. She breathed in deep as the prongs made
themselves felt upon her skin. Then I
took my flogger and flayed her breasts. I
enjoy hearing the bells jingle as her breasts move and jolt to the
flogger. Sometimes the flogger tails got
caught in the clamps tugging at her nipples which caused my hussy to mew at the
pain. Her skin became red from the swipe
of the flogger. Again I teased her with words,
telling her about Clover clamps and what I could do with them. It seemed to have the desired effect.
I then made her bend over.
She placed her hands on the bed to steady herself. I yanked her panties down exposing her
beautiful, round bottom. It was pale and
pristine, waiting my ministrations. I
set to work on her plump bottom, hitting her sharply with the flogger. I love to spank. I love the thrill it gives me and that I have
taught my hussy to love it too. It arouses
her, the heady mixture of pleasure and pain.
And I love doing it.
I swiped the flogger across her pale skin. Hard and fast, softer and slower. Dragged the tassels across her sore skin so
my hussy inhaled deeply through her nose.
She was mine to do as I pleased.
I slapped her arse with my hand, sound hand smacks that echoed through
my boudoir. Added to this, her breasts
hung down with the nipple clamps still attached. My hussy had more than one pain centre vying
for her attention. I used my riding crop
too but most of all, I dragged my fingers across her sore skin to bring
pleasure to the pain. I also rubbed my
body against her bottom, pushing the fabric against her. I heard my hussy gasp at the contact.
I ordered her to stand, remove her underwear and lie on the
bed. Now it was time for some serious
work. I bound her wrists to the bed with
my restraints and then blindfolded her with an eye mask. She was now helpless. I spent time flogging her body concentrating
on her pussy. Pussy smacking with bare
hands is so much fun. And with my hussy
blind to my actions, every touch of my hand or flogger on her body was a
surprise. I swapped the flogger for my
riding crop which I flicked across her body, whipping it across her nipples
still squashed in the clamps. Then smacked
her pussy sharply with the crop. I smiled
with contentment. When I was satisfied
I’d warmed her up, I turned my attentions elsewhere.
I spread my hussy’s legs wide, knees up exposing her most
intimate part to me. I would relish this
moment immensely. She was already wet,
not soaked just musky and aroused. First
I snapped on a pair of latex gloves. My
hussy flinched at the sound and her breath became heavy. Just the sound is enough to alert her to my
intentions. I picked up my hussy’s toy box
and took out the first toy. Her silver
jewelled butt plug. It had been a long
time since I had indulged in anal play.
I always use lube but the cold metal made my hussy gasp with surprise as
I pressed it against her anus. It didn’t
take long for her anus to swallow it.
It’s a wondrous thing when it happens.
I was also delighted that her body seemed quite happy to get back into
the groove again. I twisted and moved it
around, causing my hussy to moan out loud.
I smiled knowing I was working my magic.
In between I would just gaze at the pink jewel nestled between her butt
cheeks. A wondrous sight.
After a few minutes I removed it and changed it over to the
medium rubber butt plug which my hussy felt it keenly. But it wasn’t long before she was moaning as
I pushed and pulled and twisted the plug from inside her. I often pulled it out to its widest part and
held it there to stretch her rim.
Finally I swapped it for a medium sized penis ribbed butt plug. It’s naturally curved and remains in place,
even if standing up and walking around.
My hussy gasped as I inserted it.
She felt this one even more keenly because of its shape, size and
contours. And I wanted to her to feel
it, know who was doing it to her and want it to happen.
By then my own pussy was screaming at me. I was wet beyond belief and I could smell my
own arousal. I had promised my hussy
that if she was a good girl, she would get her reward. Considering how long she hadn’t done anal
play, her body had responded better than expected. I removed the plug and set all the used items
aside ready for my hussy to clean them afterwards. I removed my latex gloves with very audible
snaps. Then I released my hussy from her
bonds and slowly removed the blindfold.
As her eyes adjust to the low light, I removed the nipple clamps. The rush of blood was immense as she mewed
and tried to ignore the onslaught on her senses. I rubbed her nipples hard to encourage blood
flow which is bitter sweet as the heat helps but the increased blood flow doesn’t. It was then that I ordered her to move off
the bed and wait.
I stood up and removed my dress, took off my shoes and
finally my wet satin knickers. My hussy
kept her eyes firmly locked onto the carpet.
Wearing only my holdups, I lay down on the bed. “Now it’s time for your reward hussy” I whispered. My hussy walked around the bed so she could
ease up beside me. I pointed to where
she could start. Diligently she set to
work on my breasts, worshipping them with her lips, tongue and fingers. I was soon writhing on the bed. I was a coiled spring just about ready to
break but I wanted to enjoy this, make it last as long as I could and give my
hussy her just reward.
Gradually, my hussy worked her way down my body until she
reached my stomach. Then she paused,
waiting for permission. I eased up the
bed slightly and spread my legs apart. I
nodded to her and my hussy lowered her eyes in deference. I was allowing her the ultimate honour of
worshipping my pussy. My hussy settled
down between my thighs and I rested on my legs over her shoulder. That first touch from her tongue was
electrifying. I was soon lost in a wave
of sensations as my pussy was eaten. I laced
my fingers into my hussy’s long hair, moving her head to my satisfaction. I bade her to slow down so that I didn’t come
too soon.
However that’s easier said than done. My hussy’s ministrations are excellent and I couldn’t
hold out any longer. When I orgasm, I am
very vocal. My body was taken over by
one orgasm after another. My hussy kept
going, almost having to follow me up the bed as I writhed and arched my back in
ecstasy. She doesn’t stop doing
something until I tell her otherwise. I
was so lost in my orgasms that I didn’t tell her to stop, or couldn’t. I don’t remember how many orgasms I had. I vaguely remember at least three of
them. After that it was a bit of a
blur. I reached a point where my body
and pussy couldn’t take any more. I moved
my body and bade my hussy to stop.
I lay on the bed panting heavily. I had to catch my breath, settle down. Adrenalin flooded my body causing me to shake
hard. Sometimes it gets so bad I lose
control and sob. I wanted to maintain my
demeanour so I closed my eyes and rode the crest of the adrenalin wave. It took a little while. My hussy waited patiently kneeling on the bed
at my side, eyes cast down. When I felt
able, I turned to her and simply held out my arms to her. Silently my hussy lay down beside me and snuggled
into my waiting arms. We lay together
for a while, her head resting on my breast.
I lay content in the wondrous post orgasmic glow, holding my cherished
hussy and felt at peace. I turned to my
hussy and kissed her forehead. I thanked
her for her service. She thanked me for coming
back to her. I smiled.
We rested for a while before getting up. I kissed her passionately, not just as my sub
but as my lover. Before ending our
scene, I ordered her to clean the toys and pack them away. I lifted my hand and my hussy dropped to her
knees to kiss it. This was the formal ending
of our scene, our signal that all was well.
Together we made the bed respectable and we both redressed. I put back on my normal clothes as my hussy
went to the bathroom to tidy up. I
packed away my toys and knew that this was the start of another chapter of our
journey together. My pussy continued to
throb between my legs as I smiled again.
It felt good.
