My head has gone skyward and refuses to fully come back to earth, so I apologize ahead of time if any part of this doesn’t make any sense. As Husband and I travel down this D/s-M road, we have been taking very small steps. I know that He has had certain inhibitions about some things. They were understandable, but sometimes I had wondered if He was capable of getting past some of them. Reversing a lifetime of being taught a certain way of thinking is not easy (it took me a long time to come to terms with my own submissive self), so I tried to remain as patient as I could but I still couldn’t stop some of the doubt. Until last night.
I’m beginning to like Thursdays, it seems to be *the* night for us during the week. He’s been going to His friend’s house to watch the Thursday Night Football lately (I believe they call it “Man Night”). Whenever I get the opportunity, I will light a candle and kneel for Him in the bedroom when He gets home. A proper “welcome home” so to speak. I don’t get that opportunity when the kids are awake but when He gets back later at night and they are both in bed, that is my chance to do so. I’m sure that this feeds His Dom as much as it feeds my sub.
So He comes home and in the bedroom tells me I’m a good girl. Also that we got a baby present from another friend of His and that He wanted me to open it. I dress and go to the living room to open it. I set it down on the couch and when I reached for the tissue paper I had to bend over. *Smack* This is not unusual, He does this frequently when He is around me but I still stop what I am doing. *Smack, smack* Hmm, those were a bit harder. I finish opening the present and then turn back around. My ass still had a little bit of a sting and I proceeded to tell Him how I could still feel His hand on it and how I loved it. He kissed me and pointed to the bedroom. He told me that I was to remove my clothes except for my panties and wait for Him. I did as I was told, except I left my bra on too. We’d been leaving it on lately, so I figured that was a given. He walked in and complimented my appearance but asked me if my bra was panties. I answered no. “Then why is it still on?” The look on His face was…. I don’t know how to describe it, but it spoke straight between my legs. He told me that He thought I needed some correction, because “you want to be my good girl, don’t you?” My eyes were probably the size of baseballs. He sat down on the bed and indicated that I was to go over His knee.
He alternated between rubbing and smacking. He spoke to me the entire time. I can’t remember all of what He said, my head was in sort of a haze. I don’t even know how long that it lasted, but when He was finished He sat me down between His legs on my knees. He lifted my chin so that I was facing Him and He looked into my eyes for a few moments. I think it was the gauge me and where I was at. Needless to say, I was doing fantastic at this point. Then my mouth was put to use. He switched between letting me do it on my own and gripping my hair and doing it for me. My ass was still burning ever so deliciously. He then pulled me up and told me to lie face down on the bed. We tried a couple of new positions. I’ll try to describe the first one. He grabbed hold of my legs and pulled me back so my lower half wasn’t even on the bed and He wrapped my legs around His waist (as much as was possible being face down). This position didn’t really allow for deep penetration or hard pounding, but I would find out that this was just a warm up. Next He told me to remain face down but slide up so I was completely on the bed, but to keep my legs together. He straddled me and continued. This one offered an interesting angle. It hit some sort of sweet spot just perfectly. While in this position, there was lots of hair pulling and His hand found my throat a few times (He had only done this while simply kissing me before, He had never done it during sex. He didn’t block my air, but He did have a pretty good grip on it…). He growled in my ear, telling me that I was going to cum for Him. I didn’t yet at that point (though I was so damn close!) Finally, He flipped me over and really started pounding, hard. He took my hand and placed it between my legs with the instruction to rub myself. It didn’t take long and I did cum for Him, very intensely I might add. It was intense and I had stopped rubbing. He scolded me and told me that He did not tell me to stop, so I started again. I knew that subsequent ones were going to come fast. I asked if I could cum again and He told me that yes, He wanted me to cum as many times as I could. His pounding did not let up, and it was to the point where it hurt a bit on every thrust. I think I must have jumped a little on one, because He asked me if it hurt. When I told Him that yeah it hurt a little, He said “Oh, that’s too bad…” paired with a devilish smile. (We did establish a couple of safe words a number of months ago (though we have never done anything that would prompt use of them) and I had told Him in our last talk that if something ever were seriously wrong I would use them). I again lost track of the time, but when He had finished He began in with His fingers some more, of course sending me sailing once again.
Last night, I saw more of His Dom than I ever had in one session. For me, it was truly a wonderful sight to behold. As I melted into a wet puddle of sub, I was definitely in awe of Him.