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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Our Love Will Grow

Monday night Daddy took hold of mouse's hand, lightly kissed her fingers then placed her hand on his cock. Instinctively, slowly mouse began stroke the length, feeling it come to life.


"You want it, don't you..." he mused.

"Oh please."

Daddy possessed and used mouse thoroughly leaving her nothing more than a mess of juices and emotions. When he was finished, he wrapped mouse up into his arms and held her close, her head pressing against his chest.

"You're pleased?" mouse asked softly

"You please me."

Snuggling and settling close and nuzzinglng him close mouse felt so safe and loved.

In the morning mouse woke very much in the same position and looked at the clock. Seeing it was time to wake Daddy mouse squirmed and wriggled until she got into position. Inhaling deeply mouse smelled him and the evidence of the night before. Strong feelings of shame filled mouse as she realized she hadn't cleaned him off the precious night. Mentally making a note to discuss it with Daddy later, mouse placed her hands behind her back and began rousing him from deep slumber.

On that morning he groaned it had to be too early, still mouse continued. Rolling over onto his back, mouse had more room to maneuver. He made mouse take her time, even at the cost of making him late. When he finished, he rolled out of bed while mouse started his shower. Since we were running a little late, mouse put on a robe and hurried downstairs to the baby's room.

What happened next mouse debated including but since the blog is about her real life...it merits inclusion. Argh!

Then headed downstairs to begin breakfast when kiddo said, "Um mom there's a dead mouse in the kitchen."

Sincerely thought he was joking. He wasn't. Now, does it need saying that mouse keeps the kitchen spotless? Especially since the baby came along...mouse has gotten frightfully and freakishly anal about keeping the house clean -- Even Daddy commented that you could seriously eat off the floor. It surely must have come from somewhere! Why the kitchen?? Seriously, why? Out of any room in the whole house...

Daddy disposed of it...and promptly called an exterminator.

After spending a few minutes being still, just after Daddy left for work, mouse showered, inserted her plug and felt the warm waves of containment. Then began pulling scrubbing down the whole kitchen. Yes the whole thing...thank goodness the housekeeper helped! Not a single mouse bit of vermin poo was found. We opened packages of food and checked the liners, everything was intact. The exterminator came, dug even deeper than mouse and the housekeeper had, he too found nothing -- moving appliances and disconnected the dishwasher to pull it out. There was one area where the dishwasher connects to the sink, and he recommended caulking it around the hoses. But there was no evidence a rodent has been there. He said they always leave evidence. But he did leave some poison back there. He also poked around our heater vents, but he found nothing there either (we'd had those cleaned out when we got the new heating and cooling system).

Then he suggested that maybe the dog killed it outside and actually brought it into the house. Maybe he was right...but it really hurts to pay out a crap load of money to hear that...yanno? We already suspected the beast.

Moving through the day until lunch, mouse did her other chores chores, tended Babygirl and thought of Daddy. Kiddo got home from school and we did the homework routine. While cooking dinner, mouse realized a couple things.
  1. Totally forgot to admit that mouse failed to clean his cock after making love last night.
  2. Also totally forgot to remove the plug!
While there was no need for huge concern, mouse was still unbelievably nervous as she cooked Daddy's dinner.

Daddy came through the door at the usual time, happy to see his family. He explained over dinner he did have some reading to take care of. After mouse tidied the kitchen and got baby girl down for the night, she went into the sun room to read. After reading a chapter, mouse went to his study door and softly knocked. Daddy admonished mouse saying she didn't need to do that. Stammering a little, because his kind response kinda caught mouse off guard, kneeling beside Daddy's chair mouse asked if there was anything Daddy needed. Why hadn't she simply asked him first before kneeling? Sometimes it just feels like mouse can't do anything in a logical way.

As luck might have it he asked for nothing, and mouse rested her head on his knee, begging permission to speak to him.

He leaned back in his chair, asking mouse what the matter was. After reminding him about the previous night, he smiled a little and when she confessed about the plug, he said nothing. He instructed mouse to bend over his desk and she heard him unzip himself and press himself against her. It wasn't a short fuck either, Daddy took his time.

When he finished, mouse got her knees and cleaned him off. He seemed very happy with his mouse after that, because he invited her to remain at his feet while he finished working. How does mouse love that!! It makes her beyond happy when he keeps her close.

He did give mouse a lecture about remembering to remove the plug after a resonable amount of time. The rest he said was completely forgivable.

Song selection: Listen to what the Man Said; Paul McCartney and Wings

14 comments:

Mystress said...

Such a lovely dynamic the two of you share!
Admitting mistakes can be hard, but one always feels better after they do, the air is cleared and nothing hangs over your head. *smiles*

Always enjoyable to read your posts mouse....
Best to you both,
Mystress

tori said...

Well at least you know for definite you have a squeaky clean kitchen, im the same..you could eat your dinner off my floor and so you have peace of mind....at least you have babygirl as good reason for being anal about cleaning..me im just slightly ocd!

best wishes
tori x

Michael Samadhi said...

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Omega is a very luck man to have mouse (vice versa too - of course) as she's such a lovely . . .

greengirl said...

mouse,
This post, which is absolutely lovely btw, and Mystress response here, and Sir J's post, and your response there - all seem to flow together somehow. I have to say that, my day to day is far less focused on my husband than this. I try to do uphold the specific things he has asked, and i try to do or not do what i think he would want otherwise, but if i'm honest, i don't feel the kind of remorse or regret you speak of here. There are things i know will disappoint him, and i try to avoid disappointing him. But your portrayal here of your feelings has made me wonder if it is less because i want to please him and more because i don't want to know i've messed up. Or is it all semantics, or does it matter in the end? I'm not explaining myself well at all here - please forgive me.

monkey girl said...

I can see how finding a dead mouse in the house could make someone forget a whole myriad of things. Surprised the plug was the only thing. ;)
Years ago when we lived in California, I found a mouse in the toaster. I freaked. When H left for work later that morning he saw the toaster on the front lawn and of course enquired about it. When I told him about the mouse, he too prompty called the exterminator and then suggested that I go out and buy a new toaster. lol.
Needless to say, I don't like mice.
;)

mouse said...

Oh you're so right Ma'am! And it's nice too be forgiven...thanks for reading!

Hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

Tori,
Well, wouldn't propose actually eating off the floor...yanno we walk on it! Lol

But ya it's extra clean...

Hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

Oh thank you Sir!!

Hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

gg,

No, you're explaining yourself just fine. Not wanting to know you messed up...if you just rely on them to correct you....dunno...maybe you don't grow as fast? Recognizing you made an error, and letting them know about it is part of being actively submissive.

It kinda shows that you care about it all...

It's late, and now mouse isn't sure she's expressing this right...might rewrite it tomorrow....or add to it...

Anyway hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

mg,

It really didn't help it....omg tho, in the toaster?! Oh would have just died and ya...threw it out! Lol

Hugs,
mouse

Fondles said...

I liked this part so much I sent it to BIKSS :

" When he was finished, he wrapped mouse up into his arms and held her close, her head pressing against his chest.
"You're pleased?" mouse asked softly
"You please me."
Snuggling and settling close and nuzzling him close mouse felt so safe and loved."

The bit about the dead mouse? NOt so much. Glad you're all sorted!

c said...

Is this were I mention that I grew up in a miceinfested old wooden house, were the mice regularly moved in after harvest, and could be seen scurrying along the walls when we got down to the kitchen in the morning? I have had a mouse jump out on my face when I opened a kitchen cupboard, and both my brother and my mother has had mice running over them in bed at night.

Our living standards weren't expecially bad in any other respects, we just lived in a very old wooden house out in the country and mice was a recurring problem. By now, my father has rebuilt almost all of it and they can't get in anymore, but that was not the case when I was a kid.

But I think it's different when you live with the problem and it kind of comes with the house, compared to a clean, modern house were you don't expect any such things. The idea of a dead mouse on the kithcen floor freaks me out too, no matter my upbringing. It was probably the dog!

(I also go back later and confess when I've realised I've forgot something or done something wrong - for one thing, I can't fall asleep unless I do. :-) )

mouse said...

Totally can't imagine living in a house like that....really running across the bed....now that certainly would freak mouse out!!!

The kitchen's been thoroughly cleaned from top (just in case they can walk on the ceiling) to bottom....

Yes, needing to admit fault is very needed at times, sometimes mouse will actually wake Daddy to tell him something. Lol

Hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

FA,

Welcome to the power exchange! Glad you enjoyed the post and hope you visit and comment again!

Hugs,
mouse