The Good Submissive

An informative post on Submission and a plateful of food for thought.

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Jammies and Wild, Sweaty Monkey Sex

Jammies

“Are we just going to sit around in our pajamas all day?” He asked as he sipped his first cup of coffee.

She chuckled and rubbed her foot on the inside of his leg. “Maybe, my-Sir. Would that be a terrible way to spend a rainy day?”

‘’No little-one, that would not be a bad idea at all. So, what’s up with you this morning? How did you sleep last night? You seemed a little restless.”

“I slept pretty well and woke up dreamily, feeling all soft, pliant, subby, romantic, fanciful and horny. I’m running out of adjectives.”

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “My, my…that was certainly a mouthful of adjectives. OK, so what runs through your mind when you wake up in this subby mood?”

She shifted and placed her foot on the growing bulge between his legs. “Hmm. What runs through my mind when I feel that way? Well, the thoughts and visions are kind of ethereal as I’m waking up. I feel warmly cared for, affectionate and happy.” He groaned when she rubbed his throbbing length with the edge of her foot. “I imagine You wrapped around me, hands wandering all over, kissing, legs entwined, and wanting to lounge in bed all day, just experiencing each other. We’d enjoy breakfast in bed. Sexy cuddling, snuggling, talking, laughing – a good-girl and her-Sir. See, I’m not always a brat.”

He put the coffee cup down, slipped a hand under her t-shirt and cupped her breast. “I’m liking this subby mood of yours. Hell, we should have stayed in bed. The next time you have one of these soft and subby moods, you have my permission to do whatever comes to your wicked mind.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb around her nipple and smiled as the bud stiffened under his touch. “Tell me what else ran through your mind when you woke this morning.”

She groaned in pain mixed with pleasure when he cruelly pinched her nipple.  “I wanted to stop you when you got out of bed to put on the coffee, but I wasn’t ready to fully wake up. I imagined sliding down your body, slipping under the sheets and nuzzling your cock until it got rock hard…like it is now. Flicking my tongue around it, teasing, sucking, slurping…then taking you all into my mouth. I thought about your hand in my hair, relaxing my throat so you can push deep, then sucking with just my lips, and stroking up your length from balls to head with my tongue. All the dirty, filthy words you would be saying as I pleased You ran through my mind.”

He swallowed a deep breath as he continued to fondle her breasts. “I like the way you think. So what should we do now?”

“Sir, are you letting me top from the bottom?”

“Yes little-one, today you are in charge.”

Her grin was nearly bigger than her face. “We’re going to cuddle, kiss and make out like teenagers in heat. Then we’re going to have wild monkey sex, watch the game and eat something, other than each other, probably cereal with bananas for breakfast. I’d cook you some pancakes, but I don’t want you to fall asleep before I’m finished with you. Maybe we’ll order a pizza later and then start all over again at the cuddle, snuggle – monkey sex part.”

He stroked his chin to give the impression he was in deep thought. It took him all of three seconds to ponder her suggestion for how they should spend this rainy Saturday. He really didn’t care what they did, as long as they did it together. She was his submissive, but she was also his best friend.

“Well, you seem to have this all planned out and I must admit your idea does have potential, especially the part about the pizza. I want mushrooms and pineapples on the pizza.”

Her foot traveled up his leg and back to his crotch. “Fine, you’re going to need the mushrooms. In fact, we should probably get anchovies too.”

“Good thinking, even if your inner-brat is showing. Do we have enough wine?”

“Yep, I bought three bottles of our favorite red and white wines.”

“Little-one, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you had this all planned. OK, one more thing.”

She tried and failed not to roll her eyes. “And…..?”

“I want to start with the cuddling. I want you to crawl over here, sit in my lap, lay your head on my chest and just let me hold you for a while.”

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.”

He winked. “Then we’ll have the hot and sweaty monkey sex.”

“Of course.”

“You are My good-girl. I love you.”

“More – I Love You More.”

“I doubt it. Now get your ass over here now. My hands are twitching to give you a spanking and my arms are aching to give you a hug.”

“Yes, Sir.”

 

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

:: BDSM & TANTRIC SEXUALITY

An inspiring blog post for anyone currently in the D/s lifestyle or considering whether D/s is right for them. This is an excellent blog with great information on various aspects of BDSM and D/s. I strongly recommend it.

AN EMERGING DOM

UnknownI realize that most of my postings have been about some form of BDSM or another – from training, to spankings, to discipline, and the joys of sex. Sometimes; however, we often associate a D/s dynamic with fast and hard things – even as we realize the sexual and spiritual union that is deepened through it. But we don’t often talk about it.

Over the next few posts, I want to explore this.

Most couples who have been together a while often complain about their sexuality. It’s become routine. It’s not new, or fresh. It has dissipated to mean intercourse only – and that only happens every now and then. They don’t feel alive. The sex is predictable and boring.

While these are many of the reasons why people begin to explore outside of their relationship, they are also many of the reasons why they turn to each other and…

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Spank Me Because You Want To

Spank Me Because You Want To

“I want you to spank me because you WANT to, because you need to do it…just as much as I need you to do it.” The last words tumbled out of her mouth and she sighed. It was a long drawn out sigh and he knew it was her way of punctuating the importance to her of what she’d just said.

He held her draped across his knees with her panties down around her ankles and his throbbing erection pressed against her belly. He’d been lost in thought while he gently caressed her delectable ass when she told him what she wanted. No, make that what she needed. Her words broke his reverie and he smiled inwardly at her insight.

He slipped a finger between her legs and her folds were slick with dew. When he held his wet finger up to her face, she greedily swallowed his whole finger. He fought the urge to push her to her knees and thrust his painfully hard cock into the wet heat of her mouth. She made wet sucking sounds as she cleaned off his finger and it dearly reminded him of her prodigious oral skills.

He pulled his finger from her mouth with an audible pop. “My-brat, is that why you’ve been exceptionally bratty this week, because you needed me to spank you? No, correct that…because it was important to you that I wanted to spank you?”

She wiggled her ass and pressed herself against him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin. As per their standard practice when he spanked her, he had taken off his pants, but he’d kept on his boxer shorts. They both loved the feel of her hot flesh squirming on his uncovered thighs.

“Yes Sir. I hope I haven’ been too much of a brat.” The lilt in her voice betrayed the sincerity of her words. She’d been a total brat all week.

He grazed her clit with his finger and a moan escaped her lips. “My-brat, don’t you dare climax until I give you permission. If you do, I promise that your punishment will harsh. Do you understand?”

She tilted her head and looked at him with a wry smile on her face. “I’ll try not to.”

“Don’t try Brat –  do.”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s better. I’ve been distracted this week and life has made me grouchy. I apologize for not giving you the attention you need. As My-submissive, you are the most important person in the world to me. It pains me to realize you have been thinking my need to spank you has diminished. It’s simply that I don’t like to spank you when I’m grouchy, because I don’t want to get carried away and ever hurt you. You mean entirely too much to me.”

“Sir, I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me and I can always use the safe word if I need to. Right now, I just need you to show me you want me. I need to know I’m your good-girl and that you haven’t gotten tired of my ‘uniqueness’ as you call it or lost interest in me. I need you to spank my bratty ass hard, as though you really mean to hurt me. Leave your hand print on my ass and make me sore for the next two days. I want you to show me that owning me, all of me with my many quirks, is something you need the way you need air to breathe.”

He chuckled and his cock jerked. “My-brat, you are just too damn cute and adorable. Clearly, the Universe broke the mold after it made you.”

She laughed. “No Sir, they didn’t break the mold. They blew the fucker to smithereens. Now, are you going to spank me or are we going to keep talking? There’s a draft blowing up my ass.”

He growled, but it was half-hearted. “Well then, let’s begin. How does 10 on each cheek sound…for starters?”

“Perfect Sir”.

“Alright, you count.”

“One,” she moaned as fire spread across her ass and sent pikes of pleasure direct to her pulsing clit.

 

© 2013 Will LaForge