I am not even sure they make chorizo in Argentina, but Master’s dream about it on Thursday night / Friday morning has been the joke of our weekend.
One of the key things a slave does is to kneel to their Master, right? There are numerous, neigh thousands of pictures online showing submission in action; a slave kneeling.
Often He is clothed and she naked. There are specific positions that slave presents herself to her Master in, perhaps with her thighs spread, leaning back onto her heels, her hands rotated to expose the palms or else with her hands behind her head, so that He can see His property.
But what if kneeling in this way is something that you as a slave want to give your Master, and it is what He wants to receive, but you both know that kneeling in such a way is nigh on impossible for more than a couple of minutes.
There was a time when my body was flexible, pliable and supple. There was a time when my life as a nurse hadn’t caused my back to become stiff and my knees to become sore. There was a time when I was young and slim and when my muscles where taught. Though I have to admit I have never been particularly fit and athletic there was a time when I was slimmer, fitter and more supple than I am now.
But in this new life of Master / slave I crave the ability to kneel. I want to be able to forget that my knees and thighs will ache. I want to be able to pretend my back won’t be stiff. I want to imagine that I can maintain the required position for longer than 2 minutes. But the reality is that kneeling for too long means it is difficult to get up, it means that afterwards I will walk like I am 100 not 54 and it means my back will be sore.
So, realism is the thing. I can kneel for longer on a cushion than I can on the floor. I can sit at His feet longer than I can kneel. Plus I can sit next to Him and still suck His cock, I can sit next to Him and still submit.
My submission and slavery are not dependent on my ability to kneel for longer than 5 minutes, though I would love to be able to. When you are fifty something realism is something you both get used to. But you can still dream.
It started the way it often does and ended in the way it often does. In between things were a little different. A little unexpected.
Looking at porn on His phone is something that He often does when we are lying side by side of a weekend morning. For once, my mum rang early, before anything had started. Off of the phone and I lay dozing next to Him, aware that He was watching stuff on the phone and stroking His cock. He showed me a video of a girl shooting her stuff, I was a little turned on, but told Him it was gross!
“Stroke my cock, girl”. Of course, this girl did as she was told and was happy to do so. Then she was instructed to suck and taking His cock in her mouth she did and was more than happy to do so.
After a two week break from sex and kink this girl’s need for an explicit demonstration of our M/s dynamic was extrinsically in place.
Simultaneously Master started to tweak her nipples and then to stroke her clitoris. Almost immediately she began to feel so aroused that she wondered if there would be time for permission to cum. Receptive as always to her needs He asked if that was what she wanted and needed. Soon afterwards release was offered, accepted and given. This girl thanked Him for the orgasms.
She climbed onto a very hard and erect cock. It had been a few weeks since that cock had been inside her and as He slid into her, every centimetre counted. He reached up and squeezed her nipples and she rode Him. She felt herself beginning to relax, just at the same as He grew even bigger and as His own actions aroused her more. How to control her emotions, how not to cum too quickly and without permission?
As she eased off of His cock, He instructed her to sit on His face. He swivelled around in the bed and she sat as instructed. Leaning down towards that beautiful organ. His tongue swept over her clitoris and then suddenly pushed into her cunt. Suddenly any thought of what to do with her own mouth, her own body left her and while she longed to suck His cock, she was suddenly unable to move. ‘girl can cum at will’ He spoke the magic words!! She was able to just allow the feelings to flow, to embrace and engulf her. At some point though she managed to lean down, just far enough to take His cock in her mouth, to stroke His tip with her tongue, His balls with her fingers. The pleasure in doing so was immense, a sense of pleasure, arousal and fulfilment engulfed her. A number of orgasms followed, mostly due to what He was doing with His mouth but also the pleasure of the situation, of what she was doing with her mouth and hands. This slave has no idea quite how many orgasms occured, as usual that part is a blur but she thanked him for them as she must.
At last He released her and she curled into a ball. However, He wasn’t done. He needed release too. So as requested He thrust inside her as she lay on her back. Missionary position yes, but not as most know it. His huge cock threatened to split her, painful and yet giving the most amazing pleasure, He demanded she cum, and she did just as He released His seed.
Pleasure indeed and A tale of the unexpected!
It had been a long time. We have a busy social life, like to travel and then there has been all of the work we have been doing on my house. Sometimes even our sex life has taken a back seat, heaven knows that a couple in their 50’s can’t physically fit all of that stuff in and still remain awake and able to walk.
With each orgasm he made a mark on my tummy, this is useful after the event, since it is so hard to recall and exact number afterwards.
I know He would have had me turn over so He could give me some stripes on my backside, but on Sunday we were going to the cinema to see a long silent film (he is very considerate like that).
At the end of proceedings, He released me from my constraints and instructed me to suck His cock. I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to be able to please Him in that way.
To think I used to think shopping was the best way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Life has been busy.
There is probably nothing like blogging to say that the kink is absent from a relationship to make it return. Well I guess that’s is no accident since Master reads this blog. Not only does He read, but He likes to discuss posts and make suggestions.
Since my last post.
Last year HornyGeekGirl started a meme, I stumbled upon it and some where along the line got confused and thought it was new. The prompt is above and I have written the post so its getting posted, better late than never!. I have to say that I love the quote (going to have to find out more about the author) and also the banner on which it sits – beautiful scene of wild flowers……
- We hadn’t even spoken on the phone.
- I didn’t know his first name until I asked him for it the night before.
- He lived more locally than the previous encounter and therefore I must have known that there were more possibilities open to me.
- I knew he was involved with someone else, though had little idea at the time of what their relationship was about.
- I thought I knew about BDSM, about D/s. It turned out that I was about to find out much much more.