It Had to be You

Omega came to mouse over the weekend and sat her down for a serious talk.  Now, serious discussions when announced instantly raise mouse's anxiety level.  After asking mouse's level, he explained softly that she wasn't in any trouble and had done nothing wrong.  While his words were meant to be a comfort, they weren't.  He continued to explain, for the next several weeks, he will seem emotionally detached or disinterested.  Work issues.  Now, he cautioned mouse that he needed her during this time to be very open with him.  "Everything will remain in place." he assured mouse.  We would still be doing the rituals and talk time before sleep (this time has become very important to mouse).  What he was requiring of her was honesty if she began feeling overwhelmed or upset.

Now in the past, mouse would become a bit disgruntled with his distance and that would lead to acting out and other poor behavior.  This time mouse's had clear rules to follow.  Since the beginning of the month, we've been working hard on our relationship.  He's been working hard on creating that place where mouse feels safe to talk about anything.  It can't be easy for him, because he always wants to fix things.  He wants to make things better, easier.  Instead, he offers nothing and simply listens.

Guess, he's right to be concerned, there is much almost too much going on and mouse is feeling lately more than a little fragile.  It's funny, mouse could handle work stress without batting an eye, real-life stress is something else entirely.  Sir really gets that.

During rituals, mouse, finally able to kneel, applied the clamps as Sir watched.  Repeating several times her mantra, "she is a slave and her purpose is to serve."  Sir looms large in her life and always had, as her mind reached backward.  As the thoughts drifted and eventually pulled her back to the present, it felt good.  Until the clamps were removed by him.  The pain made her gasp, bringing a chuckle from him.  It seems she always does that and he finds it sweet.

He led her back into the bedroom.  He bound her wrists behind her, and had her settle herself at his feet.  Immediately mouse opened her mouth eliciting a "good slave" from Sir.   All at once, she became lost in her headspace while worshipping him.   As his need increased, he touched her head and gripped her hair in his fist, tugging at it.  He moaned as her tongue worked it from top to bottom, then pausing to give his testicles some much needed attention, before beginning again.  Oh how she loves giving him pleasure this way!  All at once, he pulled her mouth away, lifted her onto the bed face down and plunged himself inside her.  He quietly remarked through gritted teeth that he loves having mouse open to him.  Groaning as he brought mouse to orgasm, then tightened the grip on her hair, pulling her toward him.  Our matching rthymns crashing until finally release.  Heavy breaths as he released her arms, rubbing them...inspecting her.

Presenting herself in her ritualistic display, Sir allowed mouse to lick him clean of our juices.  Then pulled mouse into bed, sliding himself over her, and behind.  He pulled mouse close and let her settle.  Just a short time passes before mouse begins to talk, first thanking him for the orgasm, then moving onto to whatever was going through her mind.

It's true her thought process winds around, almost like blogging.  Starting in one place and ending far from it.  Sometimes mouse will pause, when she speaks of something difficult to see if he's shocked.  Or upset.  If he is, he never says or even indicates.  More than likely, he will hold mouse close and that makes those safe feelings bubble to the surface.

We snuggle like that for a while until we drift to sleep.

Song selection: It Had To Be You; Tony Bennet version.