I'd gladly lose me to find You
I'd gladly give up all i had
To find you i'd surrender anything and be glad.
Master patted His slave's head as she pleasured Him with her mouth, behind her back her arms remained still as though bound. Emotions can be overwhelming and confusing at times, but all she felt was deep love and cried with her head in His lap.
"Thank you, thank you." the gushing slave repeated.
Every word was meant, not just in that moment but always. He seemed to appreciate it but thankfully He said little about it because if He had, mouse would have crumbled into a heap of gratitude. This wasn't for once about the past, recent or distant, but from what she truly feels for Him more often. At the foot of the bed, begging Him for permission to enter it. His bed, inside His room, surrounded by His things, all neatly organized and kept tidy by His property.
It felt shocking when the strap came down on her backside. Had she missed a command and cursed herself because she was again lost in her own thoughts. Efforts have been made to keep her mind more present, occasionally those best efforts fail. Several times the strap cracked against her flesh, then His head grabbed a fistful of hair. He lifted her up, and grabbed a nipple ring, twisting it around and taking pleasure in her more or less confused yelps of pain. His hands released her hair and breast, and she resumed the position with her head down, her arms outstretched. His hand on her lower back as his other hand rubbed her sex. Feeling His fingers against her flesh was electric, her breaths turned to pants as she struggled to not move. Just as the intense climax was nearly upon her, His hand went away and chuckled at her groans of frustration.
His chuckles continued as she climbed into bed beside Him, snuggling herself against His warm body. He produced a small length of rope, binding her hands quickly together and lashing them to the headboard. The whimpers of protest meant little. Rarely mouse needs to pee during the night, but that night it was all she could think about -- that and her still throbbing sex. After a few slaps to get her to quiet down she fell into a troubled sleep -- waking often throughout the night, mostly from worry that she would disturb Him.
When Master keeps her in that "wanting stage" she actually finds it easier to focus on Him and let her own thoughts go and feel more mentally centered. Sure she could sneak off, while He's at work or just into another part of the house and finish herself off, except He'd know it the moment He saw her and the larger part of her doesn't want to ever find out what the punishment for that might entail. Still, for the most part He doesn't usually care if orgasm happens or not. During use, if she does orgasm it's just a "happy accident" and nothing more. Sure, on occasion when we're "playing" He will purposely edge her to the brink, then tell her to not orgasm, or worded this way, "Sure you can cum, but if you do you will be punished for it slut." He will continue until she does have a toe curling orgasm and then punish her, which was the plan all along. It's not a real punishment but just part of the game he wants to play at the moment.
Just as dawn was breaking, Master untied her, allowing her some freedom to use the bathroom, prepare the enema and other routine things we do to begin each day. As mouse gazed at the marks left on her body she felt owned.
"Thank you, thank you." the gushing slave repeated.
Every word was meant, not just in that moment but always. He seemed to appreciate it but thankfully He said little about it because if He had, mouse would have crumbled into a heap of gratitude. This wasn't for once about the past, recent or distant, but from what she truly feels for Him more often. At the foot of the bed, begging Him for permission to enter it. His bed, inside His room, surrounded by His things, all neatly organized and kept tidy by His property.
It felt shocking when the strap came down on her backside. Had she missed a command and cursed herself because she was again lost in her own thoughts. Efforts have been made to keep her mind more present, occasionally those best efforts fail. Several times the strap cracked against her flesh, then His head grabbed a fistful of hair. He lifted her up, and grabbed a nipple ring, twisting it around and taking pleasure in her more or less confused yelps of pain. His hands released her hair and breast, and she resumed the position with her head down, her arms outstretched. His hand on her lower back as his other hand rubbed her sex. Feeling His fingers against her flesh was electric, her breaths turned to pants as she struggled to not move. Just as the intense climax was nearly upon her, His hand went away and chuckled at her groans of frustration.
His chuckles continued as she climbed into bed beside Him, snuggling herself against His warm body. He produced a small length of rope, binding her hands quickly together and lashing them to the headboard. The whimpers of protest meant little. Rarely mouse needs to pee during the night, but that night it was all she could think about -- that and her still throbbing sex. After a few slaps to get her to quiet down she fell into a troubled sleep -- waking often throughout the night, mostly from worry that she would disturb Him.
When Master keeps her in that "wanting stage" she actually finds it easier to focus on Him and let her own thoughts go and feel more mentally centered. Sure she could sneak off, while He's at work or just into another part of the house and finish herself off, except He'd know it the moment He saw her and the larger part of her doesn't want to ever find out what the punishment for that might entail. Still, for the most part He doesn't usually care if orgasm happens or not. During use, if she does orgasm it's just a "happy accident" and nothing more. Sure, on occasion when we're "playing" He will purposely edge her to the brink, then tell her to not orgasm, or worded this way, "Sure you can cum, but if you do you will be punished for it slut." He will continue until she does have a toe curling orgasm and then punish her, which was the plan all along. It's not a real punishment but just part of the game he wants to play at the moment.
Just as dawn was breaking, Master untied her, allowing her some freedom to use the bathroom, prepare the enema and other routine things we do to begin each day. As mouse gazed at the marks left on her body she felt owned.
1 comment:
Hi Mouse,
That song from The Who is one of my favorite all time songs. I am always impressed by the life you have made, I wish I could do the same.
Always a pleasure to see in my email that you have made a new blog entry.
Have a wonderful day!
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