Just Wanna Make Love To You

Objectifying Daddy

Its nothing that we consensual slaves don't talk about often, or maybe at all, so mouse might be going on a limb she when she admits sometimes she looks at Daddy like a piece of man meat. He just looked too yummy in his suit, all clean smelling from his shower...ugh. And mouse totally couldn't help herself but to stare at him -- effectively undressing him with her eyes. Mentally tho, it was her teeth. The whole day she couldn't get the mental images out of her head; oh how she wanted him. Now, it should be said that mouse was not the picture of submission that morning. Hair wrapped in a towel, wearing her bathrobe, looking tired and frazzled.

Carefully she planned things out and completely took the initiative. Was this a power play? Maybe a little, although he could put the breaks on it. So, the moment he closed the door that morning, mouse put down cranky pants on the floor with some toys and dashed to the computer. A quick Google search mouse found a video of Etta James singing the Muddy Waters tune, I Just Wanna Make Love To You. You gotta love a woman who can sing those man songs! To put it on the B side of her standard At Last, should have set a tone for women everywhere! We can be soft and mushy and all demanding addressing honestly what we want to do to the men in our life! Yes, she emailed Daddy the video, possibly before his car cleared the driveway.

After going about her day, mouse didn't check her email for several hours and when she did, Daddy had left no reply. He had sent mouse a few "normal" text messages. Nothing very exciting though. He did mention that he would be a little late.

Standing upstairs mouse waited to see his car approach, and quickly lit some candles and flew down the steps to greet him at the door. 

After greeting him, in her normal way at the door, she asked him to come upstairs, he had to see something. Now, it should be mentioned it had been raining buckets on and off all day, and he might have been fearful that the roof was leaking. He very slowly made his way up the two flights of steps, pausing along the way to look on the children, before continuing up the steps.  After stepping inside, mouse closed the door behind him and locked it. Then walked toward him with that same look, he clearly saw earlier that morning and 'helped' him off with his suit jacket and tie. Then she ripped open his shirt..sending buttons flying across the room.

He grabbed mouse and pulled her close, kissing her wildly, while she fumbled with his trousers and worked on shedding her clothes. It was carnal, primal even, the way we moved together. The cuff links were an obstacle, which he removed quickly and just as quickly removed his shirt. Together we made use of every square inch of that bed! We rolled, pulled, licked and sucked; we drank from each other. Yes, mouse was demonstrative in her wanting him and even demanded to suck him off completely! Several hours later we were tangled up, our bodies entwined, bodies bathed in sweat, our sexual appetite finally satisfied.

Then we took a break, fed each other dinner, before returning to our bedroom sanctuary.

Much later, in the stillness mouse began to cry a little, not sure why but felt very open, exposed and vulnerable in that moment. Daddy just held mouse close, his heart beats soothing her, his voice telling her to just let go...to let it all go...to be more his...

In that time after, mouse sobbed, crying giving everything to him. The deep fear of leaving herself open was gone and all she felt was Daddy's protection and love...never ever could mouse remember feeling so safe. Daddy just continued holding mouse, encouraging her to give him everything.

Eyes red and burning, throat sore and dry from crying, Daddy's strong arms wrapped around mouse so tightly, he left faint bruises. He didn't let her go. Daddy's don't let go. Eventually, mouse calmed -- there were no more tears for her to cry. Daddy slipped from her saying he'd be right back. Chokes of sobs started fresh, but calmed quickly when he returned with a damp towel and glass of water.

He held the glass for her to sip from, took the towel and wiped her face. Then he just held her again. The relief mouse felt was huge. The feeling of being free, safe and deeply loved were the last thoughts.

Song Selection: I Just Wanna Make Love To You; Muddy Waters. Etta James version.