Recently, mouse was in Daddy's study, seated at his feet when she asked permission to download a book someone had strongly recommended. He always encourages reading, and asked if she finished the last book she'd started yet. Lowering her eyes and pouting a little, she replied no, she hadn't. Before he could say another word, mouse knew the answer would be no. In fact, he knew it also, so nothing more was said about it.
A short while later, Daddy reached down and touched mouse's cheek with the back of his hand gently. The caress sent a shiver down mouse's spine straight to her sex, and her eyes remained focused on his crotch. "Was he going to use her?" mouse wondered. He swiveled his chair and instinctively, mouse rested her head on his thigh. He undid his belt, slowly, then pulled it through the loops of his trousers. He told her to stand, lay against his desk and raise her skirt. Doubling up his belt, he struck mouse's bottom several times, warming her up nicely. He went to his closet and took out the crop and applied it as mouse bit back tears and struggled to remain still.
This was not punishment, there was no kissing of the the implement, no counting of blows, no thanking him between choices. There was also nothing keeping her mentally present, so she drifted. When mouse's knees grew weak, he struck the back of her calves to make her not slump. He continued. Silently. Then he touched the soft folds between mouse's parted legs and felt her fire. He unzipped his trousers and entered her from behind, gripping her hair. The orgasm that had been building within her exploded. When he finished, he pushed himself off her and pulled her close.
Dropping to her knees, she cleaned him off of our juices, then waited for direction, as he zipped his fly and replaced his belt. Boldly mouse lifted her eyes and looked up at him. Again, he brushed her cheek with his hand and told her to stand. His eyes were soft, his voice like velvet as he spoke to her words, at that moment she couldn't comprehend.
It really didn't matter, he knew her mind was too quiet to really understand him...her heat was too great, her eyes too glazed and her mind....floating somewhere across the universe.
9 comments:
mouse, a very touching post. Thank you for sharing a glimpse into your world with us...
slave isabelle
how very sweet!
Your real life reads like anyone else's fantasy scenario. :-) Such a beautiful way to spend an evening. (Good luck finishing your book!)
love, squirrel
That was beautiful, mouse. I love how you speak to each other without saying a word.
slave isabelle -- thank so much and your welcome.
Michael Samadhi -- Thank you.
Squirrel -- mouse shares our intimate times, yes of late mouse has been feeling very balanced, contained and happy so that is reflected in the blog. As far as the book is concerned (sighs softly) mouse has lost interest in the story. It started really interesting but now it's just a drag. Daddy said that mouse should give it another try, before abandoning it.
Little Butterfly -- Words are important, very much so but there are times that we're just quiet and in tune to each other. It's nice when many words aren't need to convey an emotion.
Thank you everyone for the wonderful comments!
Hugs,
mouse
Wow, Mouse. That is intense. And sweet. :-)
aisha
aisha -- it really was intense and very sweet.
Thanks for taking the time to comment!
Hugs,
mouse
Love the way you sit at his feet...I love how peaceful it sounds.
Ashley -- well as long as EVERYONE understands she sits at his feet on the floor and doesn't kneel, unless told to and then only for short amounts of time.
Hugs,
mouse
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