sometimes…it just works.

Okay, so last night i prepared dinner for Master S – “sans Teen” – which allowed me to be completely nude as is His want, even when He’s not home. i waited for Him to arrive and soon i heard His big truck pull up outside the window. i turned on the dinner music, then raced to be in greeting position by the door.

Greeting position: n  def:  On floor with knees spread apart, forehead pressed to floor, nipples touching floor. Big toes on each foot are to be touching each other in a manner which exhibits a graceful arch of the foot. Warning: This requires a good measure of flexibility.

Master opened the door, which allowed the bitter winter air to rush over my bare skin. i uttered a quiet sound of protest. He said, “Hmmm, this is a nice surprise. i expected The Teen to be here tonight!” i informed Master that she was working at her part -time retail job for the evening.

He laid down His gym bag, removed His shoes and went to the bedroom to put on a clean shirt. Returning shortly, He proferred His hand for me to rise.

I must say that rising gracefully from this position is not an easy task. But I’ve since become more adept at doing so, hopefully making it appear almost effortless.

After a lingering kiss, we ate our dinner and caught up on the day’s events. Dinner with Master is always enjoyable and something to look forward to.

On a whim, as i was clearing the dishes from the table, i asked Master to dance with me. i turned the selection to “A Beautiful Mess” by Jason Mraz (who at times can be hopelessly boring, but i love this particular song). And we danced. Oh my, did we dance.

Bodies close. Master’s hands upon my skin. Me holding onto His strong body. Our lips barely left each other’s the entire time. Master has a way of transporting me to another dimension with His presence.

Soon after the song was done, Master sat on the couch and began thumbing through some news articles. i joined Him shortly…and soon He began stroking my pussy. Before i knew it, we were moving to the bedroom.

“Lay down” He commanded. Ohhhh….that voice. The Dom voice was in full effect. i knew i wouldn’t, couldn’t and, really didn’t want to, resist. i turned into a driven sexual mass at that point. F*%& i wanted Him BAD! 

At one point, i was on top. i could tell He had something in mind by the glint in His eyes. “Stop. Go get me the belt quickly!” i jumped off and ran into the closet, made my selection. Ran back and jumped back on top of His erect cock.

He folded the belt in half. i got extremely wet. He reached around my back. “Whack!” Mmmmm….it was just the right intensity. He gauged my reaction then administered a few more before switching hands.

He gave me a few more solid whacks and they were perfect. Not too hard and not too soft. Enough to make me yelp a bit but not enough to elicit tears.

i wanted to heighten His experience as well….

“Master, would you like to cum on my face?” i saw His eyes widen just for a second then He answered that He would.

Soon He flipped me onto my back, pumping His cock in and out of my pussy with determination. i thought He would cum right then and there, but soon He pulled out and kneeled over me.

Swish – i saw a jet of His fluid shoot right over me and end up on the wall a good 5 feet away! Master S still has game, that’s not to be denied. He lowered His aim and the remaining copious amount ended up on my breasts and stomach. i giggled just at the sight of His overshooting the proposed target. Rubbing His juices onto my skin, i fondled His cock and gave Him some time to take a few deep breaths.

We laughed together at His rambunctiousness. Soon, i cleaned Him off with my tongue as usual (though there wasn’t much left on Him) and made my way to the bathroom to wash off.

It was an absolutely spontaneous evening of serving Master, and in the process, i’d been indulged as well. Even writing about our evening puts a smile on my face and the place in my heart which Master occupies somehow grows even larger…if that’s possible.

Moral of the story: While there are times which require sheer endurance, there are enough of these special moments to make me feel good about serving Master S.