There are times when we've played, although infrequently now, but in the past when it made mouse feel oddly aroused, afraid, contained, safe and probably a host of emotions that mouse can't begin to qualify or categorize. The one thing, on top of or above it all, was that it made mouse feel alive.
Sunday morning we played. For some odd reason we woke early, hideous so for a Sunday. Daddy began to move mouse into the position he wanted. Face down, rear up, arms extended as though in prayer. He spread her legs, feeling her wetness like dew. The tiny clamp finding the spot on her clit making her gasp and the sensation reverberated through her body. His fingers exploring and invading her body, all for his pleasure.
There are times that leaves mouse a bit stymied, while he's doing that thing he loves to do, is the pleasure she feels of little consequence to him? Does he understand, comprehend how it makes her feel so alive and free? Daddy might be a lot of things, but he isn't dumb, so he probably does but mouse's words often fail miserably at expressing how it truly makes her feel.
There are times she wishes nothing more than to scream that she feels alive. It's exhilarating and exhausting feeling so alive.
As his fingers plunge into her, the pressure from the clamp seems to increase and mouse's body begins to tremble. Then the thud, followed by the sting of the leather strap hitting her, just right. The quacking begins with each landing blow a sensation of moans and guttural pleasures that few might understand. The humiliation as he pauses and plunges his fingers deep into her abyss and sloshing sounds of her juices are audible. The rush of shame knowing that again Daddy has taken her to a place outside of her comfort zone.
A pause is felt, mouse is breathing heavily by now and wondering is it over? Then she feels him pressing against her rear, large, lubed, and invading her. As if this wasn't bad enough, she feels a vibe pressing against her sex, and that makes her scream into the pillow...He withdraws for a moment, stuffing the vibe so it's pinned between mouse and the bed, and begins to work himself back into her..slowly as the mouse feels the overload of sensation and her mind begins to drift. Not terribly far from where he is, but far enough the sensations are muted. He knows that she's gone to quiet place.
He brings her out of that by varying levels of pain. Tears flow, sobs of gratitude and pleasure.
When it's over, he'll ask her how she feels.
"Alive" she cried
Song selection: When the Music's Over; The Doors
Sunday morning we played. For some odd reason we woke early, hideous so for a Sunday. Daddy began to move mouse into the position he wanted. Face down, rear up, arms extended as though in prayer. He spread her legs, feeling her wetness like dew. The tiny clamp finding the spot on her clit making her gasp and the sensation reverberated through her body. His fingers exploring and invading her body, all for his pleasure.
There are times that leaves mouse a bit stymied, while he's doing that thing he loves to do, is the pleasure she feels of little consequence to him? Does he understand, comprehend how it makes her feel so alive and free? Daddy might be a lot of things, but he isn't dumb, so he probably does but mouse's words often fail miserably at expressing how it truly makes her feel.
There are times she wishes nothing more than to scream that she feels alive. It's exhilarating and exhausting feeling so alive.
As his fingers plunge into her, the pressure from the clamp seems to increase and mouse's body begins to tremble. Then the thud, followed by the sting of the leather strap hitting her, just right. The quacking begins with each landing blow a sensation of moans and guttural pleasures that few might understand. The humiliation as he pauses and plunges his fingers deep into her abyss and sloshing sounds of her juices are audible. The rush of shame knowing that again Daddy has taken her to a place outside of her comfort zone.
A pause is felt, mouse is breathing heavily by now and wondering is it over? Then she feels him pressing against her rear, large, lubed, and invading her. As if this wasn't bad enough, she feels a vibe pressing against her sex, and that makes her scream into the pillow...He withdraws for a moment, stuffing the vibe so it's pinned between mouse and the bed, and begins to work himself back into her..slowly as the mouse feels the overload of sensation and her mind begins to drift. Not terribly far from where he is, but far enough the sensations are muted. He knows that she's gone to quiet place.
He brings her out of that by varying levels of pain. Tears flow, sobs of gratitude and pleasure.
When it's over, he'll ask her how she feels.
"Alive" she cried
Song selection: When the Music's Over; The Doors
4 comments:
What a great description - and i think it does something powerful to my brain that it's him making me feel that way - which makes me feel powerful things for him.
Oh mouse! I love this. I think we all can relate to the alive and free feeling.... Its like a breathe of fresh air and everything seems bright and beautiful...
I never thought of it that way, feeling alive, but it does feel that way, doesn't it?
Thanks for sharing mouse
Wow, mouse! I have loved reading your posts over the years and am happy to be able to comment on them now. This was beautifully written... i think alive is exactly the right word for that feeling.
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