Last night, mouse remained a bit petulant with him, after all he won't use pain as a punishment, so why not push things (it should be clear this isn't the first time)? His look of total disapproval sliced through mouse's heart. He reached into the drawer and held out the penis gag strapping it to mouse's head. Okay, mouse got the point. He wanted quiet! Whatever! Yes, mouse remained well aware it could have been a mouse trap. Omega stared at mouse for a moment, then he tied mouse up and placed the egg inside her and left it on while he read a chapter of a book. Can mouse just say he reads super slow? The vibe was relentless inside her. But mind numbing also. It doesn't move and ever so often he'd glance up at mouse, then return to his book. Now this wasn't mouse's first rodeo and we've played this game before. Still, it's (normally) unbelievably frustrating to her. However, this time was a bit different, as mouse got over being angry over it and instead focused on the overall scene he created. It wasn't in the basement, but it was a scene.
So as he's focused on his book, mouse arranged on the bed, legs up, fully open and exposed with the egg inside her, vibrating low...teasing her...not enough so that she'd orgasm. He seated in a chair just watching her lift her bottom off the bed, as tho begging and willing the thing to move and tugging at her restraints...
It was erotic; hot; mouse felt helpless; wanting.
After what seemed the longest time, he switched off the egg and quickly undressed. He removed it, and began to take mouse slowly, fondling and probing her body. The muffled staccato tones of her voice, but his movements were slow, sensual and making mouse beg for more...
He didn't meet those demands he placed on her, instead driving her slowly each movement reminding her of her lack of choice in the matter. That it was better to let her mind go free. Yet she felt so exposed, so vulnerable to him, she began instead to cry when he finally entered her. Each movement he made was lacking any sense of urgency. Just slowly driving her slowly toward orgasm. He knows how to make mouse come; just as he understands how to stop an orgasm in its tracks.
He began moving faster, his needs increasing banging her head against the headboard of the bed. Had she not been so lost she might have laughed, but the primal lust of the moment had her soaring, as she ebbed closer to release...
Beneath his weight her legs quivered (wanting to wrap around him but unable), and her body clamped down on him like a vice, as her orgasm coursed and rebuilt quickly...oh he had her in the zone....another orgasm her body spasmed helplessly. He removed the gag just as she was completing her third rapid fire come, and then he exploded inside her.
He quieted for a while, his weight on her fully, pressing her body as grateful tears fell down her cheeks, which he kissed away. Then he released the restraints and gathered her up into his arms...
The delicate tears that had fallen had given way to sobs of relief.
Thank you Master, her mind played again and again, while silently she held onto him.
He'd released her slut without any pain. He kissed the top of her head, as if suddenly concerned he had harmed her, but the pillow had helped cushion her -- at least mostly. (A really nice moment of Daddy)
Then he announced he wanted a shower. He helped mouse off the bed and had her ready the bathroom shower. He had her wash him first, then he returned the favor to her, explaining she deserved a reward for pleasing him so greatly. Ahh, certainly mouse could get used to this type of reward.
As night wore on, he watched while mouse dried her hair (it's true, mouse HATES going to bed with wet or damp hair). Omega watched as mouse performed her evening rituals and then he pulled her into bed so we could discuss the day, or anything else mouse needed or wanted to share.
Truthfully, mouse was in a lovely headspace at that moment, but managed to talk about what it felt to be helpless and used. It really made her feel good. Like a slave without a choice and serving a purpose that she never thoroughly understood. It brought out a moment of total clarity.
In that moment mouse desperately wanted to...dunno, thanking him sounds silly but ya, that's what she wanted...she needed to suck him. To have him inside her mouth...to pleasure him...to worship and love..and most of all to sleep that way all night with him inside or close to her mouth. To love him that way and demonstrate that love.
Even now in sharing this, it's further demonstrating how strong those emotions were in that moment. How strongly they remain with her and carried by her...
Song selection: Never Tear Us Apart; INXS