Master (soo not Daddy right now) has the day off today, so last night we escaped a little to the car, in the garage. Yes, the quietest, most private place in the whole house is his car. We got into the back seat, he had mouse lay kinda on her back, up against the door. Hands behind her back. Legs wide apart. He smacked her rear and soft area between her legs with his riding crop. Not hard just a delicate sting that made mouse yelp and shimmy, which led to more swats. When he laid a vibe against her she screamed, moaned and writhed for him like a slut. In fact that's what he called her a greedy little slut.
When the clover clamps came out, mouse called him a mean bastard...which she thinks he liked. He put a towel under her and made her orgasm again and had her fuck herself with vibe while he pulled the chain on the clover clamps. He pulled them off during a very explosive orgasm for mouse that left her tears.
After that last orgasm, he pulled mouse to him and held her while she cried, all kinds of tears. Confusing tears. Anger, humiliation, gratefulness all seemed to come out. He continued to hold mouse and she kinda lashed out at him, hitting him...which made him pull her closer and more tears from mouse. Sobs actually. When they subsided finally, he moved her over his knee and slapped her rear, then paused to rub it, only to smack it again, like beating a drum. Then he'd stop and feel how wet she was. He told her she was making a mess on him. Ruining his clothes and his car. Smacking her harder -- making her squeak and giggle. Soon another orgasm. He pulled mouse off him by her hair.
Then he had her spread her legs for him, raising her hands behind her head, and toyed with her breasts, slapping them, then touching her between her legs. He kept mouse going. Just toying and playing with her. When he the evil vibe came out, and he sliding it in and out of mouse, making her writhe...and scream. He pulled it out and got mouse on her knees with her ass to him, fucking her with that vibe and hitting the backs of her calves and feet with the crop.
When she orgasmed the last time, again she cried, big tears of almost like resignation. Giving up. He held her again very close to him.
After a while, we ended up back in the house, and mouse was huge mess, so he put her to bed. He returned a few minutes later, with his laptop and worked a little. He tried to talk to mouse, but honestly she wasn't overtly communicative.
He put the laptop aside, pulled mouse on top of him and impaled her. There's something about being on top, some women find it powerful. But you're impaled, stuck on them. He played with her nipples, gently twisting and pulling...milking...it made her orgasm again. When he finally let go, she felt his orgasm, she could feel it twitch inside her and licked him clean after. Tasting us.
Daddy pulled her close, snaked his own body around her. That was how she woke this morning. Used to the way it feels, the way he feels. The roughness of his skin, the way he smells and the way he makes her feel. The only problem is, it's impossible for mouse to move to wake him with her mouth. But she will gently nudge him, and move a little, he opens an eye and kisses her, then she moves down to pleasure him. Hoping Daddy sees how grateful mouse is to him. Not just for the last night, but for everyday.
Lately mouse has been arguing and bitchy with all the changes, but at the same time, she's also felt more settled than she has in a long time. Mentally quiet and secure. It's like she was so busy struggling...and maybe worried what the neighbors would think that she hadn't noticed how nice it feels.
Wonder what we'll do today?
Hope he doesn't make mouse clean the interior of his car. Well, unless of course he wants to help!
Turn off your mind relax and float down stream
It is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void,
It is shining, it is shining.
Yet you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being
Love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing
And ignorance and hate mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing
But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not leaving, it is not leaving
So play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Song selection: Tomorrow Never Knows; The Beatles