Greetings from mouse,
We're lovers, friends, companions...He is Master, mouse is slave. He is Daddy and mouse is his. We talked more honestly than we've talked since all these troubles started more than a month before. Truthfully the rumbles of uncertainty began months before then.
It wasn't until we nearly gave up that we rediscovered what we really mean to each other. The love that burns deep and bright. We'd thought the fire was out, but fire is tricky, a little breeze and the embers reignite. Wrapped in each others embrace, the fire consumed us, until nothing was left.
Nothing but our respect, our love...A couple hours after the post yesterday, he was home. He pulled mouse close to him and she cried. For the first time in many weeks we felt connected. We talked, mouse fixed him some breakfast. He held mouse's hand...we continued talking and it was funny how now we could discuss the hard stuff. The pressure was released...we could listen? We decided to change the rituals, add some more real ritually things..and each day, mouse is to perform 5 tasks just for Omega. These needn't be hard or complex, just 5 things...like arranging his socks the way he likes; cleaning something; writing him a note...
We were kinda tired, mentally drained and anguished by the past 24 hours...but after the baby went down for her nap.....
Oh how we fucked after! Really there was nothing tender about it. We gave up ourselves to the ghosts of our past and we clawed, bit, we sucked and drank. Our appetite, our hunger for each other was raw, primal. Our tattered clothing spilled on the floor.
We were like animals rutting. He, as the puppet Master had mouse dancing for him on invisible string, ripping sensations from her body. Showing and demonstrating how he could control her...how he had Mastered her body, until her spirit or what was left of it, surrendered all to Master and cried for more.
The passions, the carnal pleasures we took freely from each other and after left us exhausted; depleted and our bodies bathed in sweat and bodily juices; us two wrapped tightly in each others arms, our ragged breathing. Then with just one word from him and mouse's pussy clenched.
It can't be any other way...mouse belongs to him...this man wasn't Daddy....he was only Master.
Song selection: Soul Kitchen; The Doors