One and One Make One

Lately Daddy's been feeling a little down, work issues, impending vacation time and extended family all bearing down. During this time also, mouse has been struggling not to unload all her mostly petty issues. At night when he gets home there's a struggle to keep the mood light (school is almost out and the house is all a buzz).

At night for now, the house is quiet. In his study, mouse unbuttons her blouse and sits on the floor against the wall. There's a simple display of submission that goes on, a vulnerability is shown, her breasts exposed to Daddy. The slave is open to her Master, alert to his needs and desires. In mouse's case, her body quietly aches for his touch, his use. Fast or slow, harsh or gentle, painful pleasure or simply sensuous. Right now, Daddy requires peace, a sanctuary, a quiet place to work.

He leans back in his chair regarding her, his eyes falling hard on her and making her body tense. Does he want her? Was that a gesture calling her to his feet? No, he's not looking at her, but through her, lost in his own thoughts. Daddy said to her once, she is his picture, or window that he will often stare blankly at. Aware of her presence, which comforts him and settles his mind, sharpening his focus. He's exhausted.

Slowly and carefully mouse rises from her spot on the floor, boldly crosses it and slips herself behind him rubbing his shoulders -- feeling all the tension he carries deep inside. Daddy closes his eyes, moving his neck in response to the massage. Emboldened by his obvious enjoyment, mouse turns his chair to face her and she kisses him softly. Carefully she unbuttons his shirt and opens it, pulling it free from his pants. Then moving back behind him, she rubs his chest muscles then his shoulders, before moving back to the neck. As she reaches down his chest, he touches her hands and leans back in the chair. Moving in front of him she settles on her knees, resting her head on his thigh and staring at his crotch.

"You are a sweet cocksucker. Look at you begging to suck it"

His words make mouse blush. Caught red-handed with her fingers in the cookie jar.

"Tell me what you want."

So, mouse begs for his cock, telling him in how badly she wants it, blushing knowing she's slipping deep into her debauchery. Daddy plays with mouse's breast squeezing and expressing milk. Foggy in her headspace, the slave just tentatively took hold of his belt and loosened it, then slowly unzipped his trousers. He shifts in his seat and mouse can see him getting hard.

He surprises mouse by standing, his trousers falling to the floor, his boxer briefs are shed just as fast, as his shirt is discarded. He tells mouse to lay on the floor and hike that skirt up. Grasping his cock, he rubs it against mouse's clit telling her how bad she wants it inside her cunt. He presses it against her and she moans, begging for him...he continues teasing mouse, torturing her with it.

By the time he plunged himself inside her, mouse was sloshy and drippy, he remarked how wet she was and called her a cockslut.

Got a nice rug burn on her ass too!

Song Selection: Bargain; The Who