Good morning friends, this morning we have plenty of hot coffee and some French toast and fresh squeezed orange juice. This month is traditionally question and answer month in blog land, so if you have a question -- ask away in our comment section on any post. Our weather has changed again from rainy to brought, sunny and dare mouse say, warm?
Touch is such an important thing for mouse and it's something Daddy will often use to frustrate her to no end. Part of her "expectations" is that mouse will not touch Daddy with her fingers without permission. Now, it should be noted there are times the "expectation" is suspended. Like when we're out as just husband and wife or as a family. Well, we're never 'just' husband and wife, are we? Still there are times, the rule isn't enforced. Dinner parties we attend as a couple or other outings. Sometimes at the dinner table Daddy will take hold of mouse's hand.
In areas where our dynamic is in play however touch is off limits for mouse. Often she must use her mouth and keep her hands either laced behind her neck or behind her back as he uses her. It's to him about respect and a way to remind mouse, during those times, she's his property. So when he offered mouse permission to use her hands, as she pleasured him with her mouth mouse didn't waste any time. Touching and caressing, as she became lost in the worship of his body. It was a treat for her. A rare one.
Later, days later even, mouse has find her mind pouring over the significance of that moment and the pleasure she found in using her fingers to explore him. Tracing with her fingers the form of his body, feeling his firm stomach, touching every part of his chest. The muscles and the way he laughed when she stumbled upon a ticklish spot. A strong urge to drink him in.
It's been days since then, already mouse is hungry to touch him again, maybe the act of being told "no" is part of that package? Daddy has taken to binding mouse while in his study when he's reasonably certain we'll not be disturbed and mouse is expected to sit quietly, as his hands explore, pinch and often twist her and it's so difficult to not want to cry out or shout how unfair he's being. Yet, after, with mouse feeling exhausted and mentally vacant, she can no longer think of her hands. Somehow she feels sated.