Used and upbeat (starting with upbeat)
There is something about the dynamic within which Master and I live that gives me such a feeling of happiness and fulfilment. Perhaps it is the quality and quantity of the sex that we enjoy, which according to this article is far above what we should expect at our age and the fact we have been together longer than two years. Perhaps it is the level of communication that we enjoy, the fact that we can and discuss anything and everything. Maybe it is because I was unhappy for so long and never appreciated the affect it had on my physical and emotional wellbeing. Maybe it is because Master seems so happy; yesterday I saw him just smile for no apparent reason, he admitted that he was just happy. I am generally a half full person, I want to see the best in people and in situations and hate too much misery and pessimism. With me, what you see is what you get and I expect the same from others. I know that life is not all hearts and flowers, heaven knows I have had my share of pain and misery. But right now I feel incredibly upbeat about life, my relationship and am grateful for this chance to be happy.
Being used for someone else’s pleasure is part and parcel of this slave life I have consented to. The fact that Master wants and needs to use my body gives me pleasure, so it’s all good. Of course, this means that I might be woken at 7am to service him just when I would rather turn over, curl up and go back to sleep. This is kind of what happened this morning (Sunday). But as soon as he began to stroke and pinch my nipples and placed my hand on his growing cock, I found that I felt more inclined to stay awake. Climbing on top of me, he began to grind his cock against my pussy lips, finding my clit first with his fingers and then with the shaft of his cock. I spread my legs and he pushed inside. I have a tight opening to my vagina, which seems to spring shut in about 5 minutes flat. Master loves this tightness, which I guess is less usual for a 50 something woman who had had a child. Pushing his cock into me, gives a momentary sensation of discomfort, but that is quickly replaced by the wonderful feeling of fullness. Master has a good sized cock and I love the way he moves it in and out. All the time he talks to me about the fact I am there to be used, that I am the cunt, the slut, the bitch and that he is the Lord, the Master. These words arouse me more, and he encourages me to tell him that I need to be used in this way, that I am this girl, the slave and he my Master. Next he commanded me to get on top of him and to move in a way that causes his cock to rub against my g-spot. Orgasms at this point were freely allowed, which is as well since I was losing the ability to sense between one and the next. All the time he was pinching my nipples, and speaking to me.
Finally on my back again, he thrust inside and shot his load. Telling me that the previous weekend he had struggled to remember my actual name because to him I am this girl. We turned onto our sides, he spooned into my back, and shortly afterwards he was asleep. I crept out to the bathroom and returning noticed it was just before 7.30am. Used, but happy I fell asleep.
