The full moon is calling, the fever is high
And the wicked wind whispers and moans
You've got your demons, you got desires
Well, I've got a few of my own
Our power went out one evening during a springtime storm. Naturally any excuse mouse can find to light candles. Master was in a good mood as the sun set and moon rose high peeking through the clouds. His workload has diminished and said no more traveling for a while. He spoke about our summer travel plans and an extended return to the lake. This came as news to mouse, but welcomed news just the same.
A few days ago, Master came home from work earlier than anticipated and found his slave in the kitchen, completely unaware that he even came through the door. At that moment she was lost in an inadequate recipe. It was one of those things where the list of ingredients doesn't actually match the cooking instructions and it left mouse wondering when to add those missing ingredients. When she felt his arms around her, gathering her into an embrace mouse recoiled a little. Then seeing his hands settled and cuffed shirt. leaning back against him. Closing her eyes, and felt whatever stress she was feeling at that moment just melt away. He brushed her hair out of the way and pressed his lips into her neck as his hand went up, pushing apart her blouse under the bib of her apron, and cupped her breast.
He didn't ask where mouse was in the cooking process or if she could pause, but instead unbuttoned his trousers and lifted her skirt, removed the plug that was inserted, allowing it to hit the floor, and filled her ass with him. Somehow mouse turned off the burners as she felt herself being pushed slightly forward and pummeled from behind. The heat from the pan, somehow adding to her excitement, as one of her breasts freed from what ever little protection a thin cloth provided swung freely, the ring nearly making contact with the pan. He took her silently, almost methodically, his cock plunging her depths.
When he finished, he rubbed his cock against her bare, exposed ass, returned it to his trousers, then simply walked away as though nothing had happened. In the other room, Master was heard talking to our housekeeper who was gathering her things to leave for the day. Somehow mouse summoned her voice to speak as she said, "Thank you, goodbye, see you on Friday," from the kitchen, her voice a little too high and probably a little too quick. On the floor by her bare foot was the plug, her breast still hanging out, and she just closed her eyes again, mentally lost in the sensations of His touch.
Slowly, mouse began to fix her clothing, her clouded mind clearing slowly, as she lowered her skirt, picked up the plug off the floor and rearranging her blouse. Then took the plug to the sink to give it a rinse. Uncertain what to do, lost in a fog, mouse paused for a moment or three. Then went into the bathroom and returned the plug with very little effort. Some of his seed had spilled and mouse felt this weird compulsion to taste it and licked her fingers almost ravenously.
Washing her hands felt almost wrong, but she did wash up anyway, the scent of him replaced with lavender soap in the guest bath and her body trembled slightly. Then she found him in the family room, settled into his chair and mouse removed His shoes, kissing his feet, feeling that strong desire grow inside her to crawl inside him. Trying to find words mouse thanked him and asked if he'd like something to drink. He asked for a glass of iced tea, remarking that it was still too early for a cocktail.
Suddenly mouse realized how early it was, her mind back down to earth. Checking the time, mouse said she'd fetch it right away and again thanked him. Then she went, unlocked the front door and filled a tall glass with iced tea for Master, and returned to the kitchen to try to figure out where she was in the cooking process that was interrupted. The dog barked a few times, alerting mouse to the arrival of the school bus and she hurried to slide the dinner into the oven. Smoothing her skirt, and checking the bodice of her blouse making sure all the parts were appropriately covered. Soon the door burst open and footfalls were heard and the door slamming shut. A voice saying hello to the dog. Then coming into the kitchen, excitedly saying "Daddy's home?" as our once baby girl opened the fridge and asked what's for dinner.
After a quick snack for the little one, mouse's phone alarm went off indicating it was time to go to dance class and run a final errands before dinner. Quickly grabbing her purse, while the child rushed to change into her dance outfit, mouse let Master know of the plans. We'd be gone for around an hour, dinner was fine to just be left in the oven, and mouse would run errands during the dance class. He surprised mouse by offering to drive us, it was a nice change. Master remained in the car while mouse walked our little one into dance, did the sign in thing and hugs and kisses and left. Usually mouse would just walk to the dry cleaners, but since Master was with her, she walked back to the car and got in. The sky had darkened considerably during short the drive over, suddenly there was a burst and rain poured down. Now mouse was grateful not to be caught in that. Master paralleled parked like a champ -- something mouse can never do and slipped into a slot right in front of the dry cleaners. Running between the drops mouse ran into the cleaners, picked up the suits and ran back to the car, hanging them on the handle in the backseat.
Then we drove the market, the rain having stopped for a moment, until it was time to get out, then hail began to fall. We waited a few moments inside his car, as Master's fingers wandered to her blouse, just with a touch a button came undone and her breast was slightly revealed. Then his hand moved down to her skirt and with a tug raised it up until he could see the top of her hose and garter. "Slut" he murmured under his breath.
This time he got out of the car with mouse and we walked into the market. Almost nervously mouse checked her midweek list, avoiding all the aisles she didn't need to go down but did pause at the bakery. While looking at the dessert case she noticed her reflection and the blouse brazenly open. Master's hand was on her and didn't seem to be the least bit concerned. Mentally, mouse pushed that thought out of her mind and considered making something for dessert because she rarely buys anything like that from the store but instead using what they make as an inspiration.
After asking permission to bake something for dessert, mouse doubled back to get some cake flour and then some fresh fruit. Master whispered in her ear, saying He wasn't going to have much fun if mouse spent all the time, cooking, shopping and baking. Almost nervously mouse lowered her eyes and chewed on her lip, causing him to lift her chin to look at him. He was kidding but probably only half so. He said dessert did sound fine, a midweek celebration. Down the wine aisle mouse noticed a bottle of champagne in the cart.
Double checking the list, mouse used her phone to pay with the app Master set up and then we left with the bags. We did still have time before dance class ended so Master put mouse's mouth to some good use, in a more secluded area of the parking lot. Then he drove back to get the little one. On the way home the clouds opened up again.
Fast forward just a few days to the time without any lights. Everyone gathered around the fire, a child played the piano with Master's help. It made mouse think about days gone by, before television, devices with dongles, and life moving at rapid pace. Did they feel the same way? Could they imagine a time where such things would be out of the ordinary?
Master went through the house after everyone was in bed with flashlights. In our bedroom mouse lit several candles that caused a warm glow. Another thing that's different today, the warm yellow glow of candlelight, in place of the stark whiteness of the halogen lights. It's odd when we first changed to those we remarked how bright they were but it seems we quickly got used to it.
Again, Master grabbed mouse from behind, pushed her roughly onto the bed, slapping her bottom through the skirt. He hiked it up, stuffing his hand under it roughly making her cry out. Pinching her clit and then just as roughly shedded his clothing and entered her. The plug in her bottom making that area very tight as she cried out in pain while he groaned in pleasure. He whispered into her ear that she was His cunt. He overpowered her body with such ease it amazed mouse. After he dripped wax on all her most tender of parts and watched as she writhed, cried and moaned despite the sting with pleasure. The belt once on his trousers was off and slamming against various body parts while mouse tried to vainly to shield herself and her face slapped in rebuke.
Much later he pulled her bruised, violated body close and blew out the remaining candles. The last thing mouse heard was Master's voice saying he's been feeling extra sadistic lately.
A few days ago, Master came home from work earlier than anticipated and found his slave in the kitchen, completely unaware that he even came through the door. At that moment she was lost in an inadequate recipe. It was one of those things where the list of ingredients doesn't actually match the cooking instructions and it left mouse wondering when to add those missing ingredients. When she felt his arms around her, gathering her into an embrace mouse recoiled a little. Then seeing his hands settled and cuffed shirt. leaning back against him. Closing her eyes, and felt whatever stress she was feeling at that moment just melt away. He brushed her hair out of the way and pressed his lips into her neck as his hand went up, pushing apart her blouse under the bib of her apron, and cupped her breast.
He didn't ask where mouse was in the cooking process or if she could pause, but instead unbuttoned his trousers and lifted her skirt, removed the plug that was inserted, allowing it to hit the floor, and filled her ass with him. Somehow mouse turned off the burners as she felt herself being pushed slightly forward and pummeled from behind. The heat from the pan, somehow adding to her excitement, as one of her breasts freed from what ever little protection a thin cloth provided swung freely, the ring nearly making contact with the pan. He took her silently, almost methodically, his cock plunging her depths.
When he finished, he rubbed his cock against her bare, exposed ass, returned it to his trousers, then simply walked away as though nothing had happened. In the other room, Master was heard talking to our housekeeper who was gathering her things to leave for the day. Somehow mouse summoned her voice to speak as she said, "Thank you, goodbye, see you on Friday," from the kitchen, her voice a little too high and probably a little too quick. On the floor by her bare foot was the plug, her breast still hanging out, and she just closed her eyes again, mentally lost in the sensations of His touch.
Slowly, mouse began to fix her clothing, her clouded mind clearing slowly, as she lowered her skirt, picked up the plug off the floor and rearranging her blouse. Then took the plug to the sink to give it a rinse. Uncertain what to do, lost in a fog, mouse paused for a moment or three. Then went into the bathroom and returned the plug with very little effort. Some of his seed had spilled and mouse felt this weird compulsion to taste it and licked her fingers almost ravenously.
Washing her hands felt almost wrong, but she did wash up anyway, the scent of him replaced with lavender soap in the guest bath and her body trembled slightly. Then she found him in the family room, settled into his chair and mouse removed His shoes, kissing his feet, feeling that strong desire grow inside her to crawl inside him. Trying to find words mouse thanked him and asked if he'd like something to drink. He asked for a glass of iced tea, remarking that it was still too early for a cocktail.
Suddenly mouse realized how early it was, her mind back down to earth. Checking the time, mouse said she'd fetch it right away and again thanked him. Then she went, unlocked the front door and filled a tall glass with iced tea for Master, and returned to the kitchen to try to figure out where she was in the cooking process that was interrupted. The dog barked a few times, alerting mouse to the arrival of the school bus and she hurried to slide the dinner into the oven. Smoothing her skirt, and checking the bodice of her blouse making sure all the parts were appropriately covered. Soon the door burst open and footfalls were heard and the door slamming shut. A voice saying hello to the dog. Then coming into the kitchen, excitedly saying "Daddy's home?" as our once baby girl opened the fridge and asked what's for dinner.
After a quick snack for the little one, mouse's phone alarm went off indicating it was time to go to dance class and run a final errands before dinner. Quickly grabbing her purse, while the child rushed to change into her dance outfit, mouse let Master know of the plans. We'd be gone for around an hour, dinner was fine to just be left in the oven, and mouse would run errands during the dance class. He surprised mouse by offering to drive us, it was a nice change. Master remained in the car while mouse walked our little one into dance, did the sign in thing and hugs and kisses and left. Usually mouse would just walk to the dry cleaners, but since Master was with her, she walked back to the car and got in. The sky had darkened considerably during short the drive over, suddenly there was a burst and rain poured down. Now mouse was grateful not to be caught in that. Master paralleled parked like a champ -- something mouse can never do and slipped into a slot right in front of the dry cleaners. Running between the drops mouse ran into the cleaners, picked up the suits and ran back to the car, hanging them on the handle in the backseat.
Then we drove the market, the rain having stopped for a moment, until it was time to get out, then hail began to fall. We waited a few moments inside his car, as Master's fingers wandered to her blouse, just with a touch a button came undone and her breast was slightly revealed. Then his hand moved down to her skirt and with a tug raised it up until he could see the top of her hose and garter. "Slut" he murmured under his breath.
This time he got out of the car with mouse and we walked into the market. Almost nervously mouse checked her midweek list, avoiding all the aisles she didn't need to go down but did pause at the bakery. While looking at the dessert case she noticed her reflection and the blouse brazenly open. Master's hand was on her and didn't seem to be the least bit concerned. Mentally, mouse pushed that thought out of her mind and considered making something for dessert because she rarely buys anything like that from the store but instead using what they make as an inspiration.
After asking permission to bake something for dessert, mouse doubled back to get some cake flour and then some fresh fruit. Master whispered in her ear, saying He wasn't going to have much fun if mouse spent all the time, cooking, shopping and baking. Almost nervously mouse lowered her eyes and chewed on her lip, causing him to lift her chin to look at him. He was kidding but probably only half so. He said dessert did sound fine, a midweek celebration. Down the wine aisle mouse noticed a bottle of champagne in the cart.
Double checking the list, mouse used her phone to pay with the app Master set up and then we left with the bags. We did still have time before dance class ended so Master put mouse's mouth to some good use, in a more secluded area of the parking lot. Then he drove back to get the little one. On the way home the clouds opened up again.
Fast forward just a few days to the time without any lights. Everyone gathered around the fire, a child played the piano with Master's help. It made mouse think about days gone by, before television, devices with dongles, and life moving at rapid pace. Did they feel the same way? Could they imagine a time where such things would be out of the ordinary?
Master went through the house after everyone was in bed with flashlights. In our bedroom mouse lit several candles that caused a warm glow. Another thing that's different today, the warm yellow glow of candlelight, in place of the stark whiteness of the halogen lights. It's odd when we first changed to those we remarked how bright they were but it seems we quickly got used to it.
Again, Master grabbed mouse from behind, pushed her roughly onto the bed, slapping her bottom through the skirt. He hiked it up, stuffing his hand under it roughly making her cry out. Pinching her clit and then just as roughly shedded his clothing and entered her. The plug in her bottom making that area very tight as she cried out in pain while he groaned in pleasure. He whispered into her ear that she was His cunt. He overpowered her body with such ease it amazed mouse. After he dripped wax on all her most tender of parts and watched as she writhed, cried and moaned despite the sting with pleasure. The belt once on his trousers was off and slamming against various body parts while mouse tried to vainly to shield herself and her face slapped in rebuke.
Much later he pulled her bruised, violated body close and blew out the remaining candles. The last thing mouse heard was Master's voice saying he's been feeling extra sadistic lately.
Only your love paints throughout with shiny colours.
ReplyDeleteHi Mouse,
ReplyDeleteWow, I enjoyed this glimpse into both your family and kink life and love how the two combined. Sounds like these were two wonderful and intense nights.
Hugs
Roz
Oh my, that was a hot one.
ReplyDeleteGracious, baby girl on the school bus! Time flies. Hope those private moments aren't hampered. We've given up on finding the time. That 'life' is in hiatus.
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