Late Nights and Early Mornings
I am in a very good mood today. No wonder: Dom made my start into the day hot and exciting. I was barely awake, felt his warm body pressed to my back. Suddenly, I felt something else: His hard cock that tried to find it’s way into my pussy. My body reacted automatically and arched backwards so as to welcome him. My pussy was wet immediately. And when I finally felt his cock inside me, I was electrified.
Today morning started as good as last night ended. We had a very pleasant evening together, starting in our favorite Pizzeria. We were immersed in discussions about this and that. As so often, I was aware how much we share: So many topics interest both of us, which makes for very inspiring conversations. After our meal, we went to the movies. The old cinema was like a testimonial of past times: It was charming with it’s slightly shappy, old-fashioned carpets, high ceilings and it’s somewhat faded glamour. Close to midnight, we arrived back home. I was horny like hell and had in mind to sit Dom on the couch, rip off his trousers and suck his cock. But before I could do such a thing, Dom took my hand and lead me to our bedroom. He started fervently to rummage trough his “master’s tools”. When he finally found what he was looking for, I was a little shocked: a butt plug. “Oh no”, was my first thought. “I hate that thing!”. On the other hand, I was so horny that I didn’t care much. So it was finally him who made me sit on the couch. He produced the plug and some love balls and commanded: “Put it in!”. I made both tools wet with my tongue and inserted the plug first (yes, I hated it!), then placed the love balls in my pussy (no, I didn’t hate this!). That was not all: Dom placed a gag in my mouth, too. I can’t recall how the events unfolded after that. I just know that I immediately drifted deep into the world of submission. Everything blended together: His beats on my ass, my thighs and even on my breasts (very soft ones – and I liked it). His wet, soft tongue on my pussy that inflicted waves of passion. The scarf around my throat that prevented me from breathing, sometimes more, sometimes less. His warm but stern voice, that called me his slave, his bitch, his slave. His wonderful cock, which I was allowed to lick at some point, and to feel deep in my pussy later. I even liked the butt plug and the love balls, both of which filled me deeply and added to the feeling of being completely at Dom’s mercy. I was flying. No thoughts were able to form in my head anymore. I was flowing in this happy feeling to be owned by him, to serve him and not to reflect about it.
