“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot.
I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.” -Anais Nin
Last night, the memory of this quote came to mind. We were lying together, watching Monday night television. Just the closeness of Him can make me wet. And horny. i wanted Him bad. As if psychic, His fingers crept over to my pussy and began stroking lightly. It felt like an electric shock running through me. My thoughts centered only on the exquisite sensations He was producing. It wasn’t long before i took His hand and began urging Him to stroke harder.
Then i heard it…that unmistakable timbre in his voice that was “the Dom”. Authoritative, commanding and secure in His knowledge that i’ll do His bidding. The voice that compels me to obey as if there is no other option.
“On your back.” i promptly flipped over and raised my legs in the assumed position. He knelt on the bed and slid His cock into my wet pussy as is His right. Looking down at me, His eyes made it clear there’d be no refusing His wishes. He pumped in and out of me, bringing me to the edge. Knowing that the skin around the opening was a bit tender due to my enthusiastic grinding against Him the day before, He paid no heed. i felt the blood rush to the area as He continued working His magic.
“Cum, slave” said Master. i happily obliged but Master knows that a single orgasm is just the beginning. He laid down over me and commanded me to cum again. i worked my body against His – reveling in His maleness – until the demand was met. He then rolled over and placed me on top of Him.
He directed me to take his cock only as far as the tip, i wasn’t to push down the full length of His shaft. It drove me crazy, feeling just the head of His cock, yearning to feel all of Him inside of me. But i couldn’t argue. It was all i could do to not slam my pussy all the down to his base. Finally, i heard the anticipated command. “Cum”. All it took was to imagine what it would feel like to have all of Him. I had just started to cum when He forcefully drove His cock in and out of my wet pussy. It was all i could do to hang onto sanity…then we both came together with a vengeance.
Sweet sweet surrender to my Master.
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Mistress likes me to enter her this way. What’s nice for her is that its very ahrd for me to come in this rear entry approach, yet it seems to make her come quite dramatically. While she has certainly gotten me to the get hard on command stage, not yet at the come on command stage. Maybe harder for a guy to be trained that way, but who knows.
Master has trained me well in that regard. He has it down to a science and i can only recall 1 time when i wasn’t able to respond. That’s a pretty good statistic considering we’ve most likely hit the 900th + mark on number of times we’ve had sex in the past 10 months.
Suffice to say, He has that “je ne sais quoi” which can reduce me to a molten mass with just a look or fleeting touch. i’ve given up trying to fight it and have given in to the deliciousness of it all.
Reminds me of that old James Taylor song, “Steamroller”.
Why fight it.
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