Thursday evening Daddy and mouse were talking about something and Daddy suggested that mouse blog about it on Friday. Unfortunately, Fridays schedule was jam-packed with end of the month and seasonal cleaning. So, she asked if she could write about it another day. There was some reticence on his part but agreed and mouse pushed the idea out of her mind.
We're going back to basics -- morning and evening maintenance and plug wearing during the day and sometimes even at night. He's also adding a fair amount of humiliation to our play -- which has probably been building most of the summer. He has mouse talk dirty to him....and it's something that believe it or not she has a good deal of trouble with. In the right headspace it's easy...but he wants it when she's not in that mood.
He's also contemplating bringing back diaper play -- something that stirs mouse the way few things can. We abandoned that play a couple years ago now...for obvious reasons. It's not about age play. It's about control. For now, he wants mouse to ask permission to do anything and everything and we'll see how that goes. For now, he wants mouse's head empty....
Well, let's face it...this is mouse -- can her head ever be empty? Not a chance. But the asking for permission -- it touches something quite primal in mouse. It makes her insides feel squishy and excited and oh so naughty!
Yesterday, he went to play golf after breakfast and called mouse from the golf course -- he told mouse to go into the bathroom and lift her skirt, and then instructed her to rub herself. To be a good girl and orgasm for him, as he strolled to the next hole. Then he told her to insert the larger plug and sit quietly for a time but instructed her not to touch herself again. It's not something mouse ever really thinks about -- until she's told not to.
It was all she could think about. He called walking back to the car and asked how mouse was. He told her to again go into the bathroom. He again had her orgasm for him....then told her not to pee and to leave the plug in place for now. Honestly, by the time he got home, mouse was climbing the walls...the water he made her drink didn't help. He led her upstairs, and pushed his hand between her legs harshly...His touch was electric. The plug was replaced with him and he made her body throb, quiver and shake with the urge to fuck. How she begged for him but he fucked her ass and made her touch herself instead. The orgasm that followed was completely mind blowing.
After her body felt wrecked, violated and her mind was completely quiet -- asking permission was no problem for his slut in pearls.
This morning the blankets were rumpled around Daddy in such a way that mouse couldn't pleasure him with her mouth. Instead she rested her head on his chest...which of course woke him. He grabbed her playfully and we wrestled on the bed until he swatted her backside several times and impaled her with him. Is it wrong to say that mouse didn't want to shower, because it meant washing his scent off her body? Maybe we'll have to do it again later to replace that scent?? Meanwhile, mouse's mind remains serene and happily empty...