I want

I want this, crave this more than words can express.

Patience is a virtue

The blindfold keeps me in the dark as I kneel, my face upturned, I wait. He stands in front of me, dangerously close, I can feel him yet he does  not touch me. Don't ask me how I know, perhaps the power of his gaze, but I  can tell he's looking down at me.   I smile up at him then invitingly  open my mouth, in hope that he will give me what I want.

My Sir knows I crave his taste, he knows I want him in my mouth but still he makes me wait. I try to be patient but I can feel his cock close to my lips. So very close and yet he still makes me wait. 

Impatience is setting in, I want to taste him, to cradle him in mouth and worship him with my lips and tongue.  My heart is racing, my hands are bound and without thinking I strain against the ropes, just a little closer and he will be mine.

His laughter is quiet, under his breath, I know he is pleased to see me want him in my mouth so badly.  He caresses my cheek and I nuzzle his palm.

  I feel the sting of his hand against my cheek.  As he swears under his breath.  I am pleased.  He does not strike me out of anger,  this I know, it is his passion, his need to give me what he knows I want but must make me wait for.  I know he wants it as much as I, but I will wait, because my obedience pleases him.

Just another moment, I will make my move. I may be punished for my boldness  but it will be worth it. 

I feel his cock close to my cheek. I stick out my tongue finding a drop of his nectar and the swollen head of his cock.  I hear him sigh as I wrap my lips around him and suck gently.

He is now mine.  My lips and tongue explore his manhood and I lick and suck his balls, and for making me wait, I take little bites because it makes him moan. The way I like.

The submissive

I was never one to be thought of as a submissive woman. In fact most people I know would think me to be a dominant personality.  The truth is that both are true.  I have always been strong, I didn't have much choice.  How ever all my life I have been so busy being the leader, that i did not know that I truly longed for some one else to lead.  I have been the providor and the protector for so long that I am tired and weary.  It had always been my thought that the man should lead, provide, and protect and the woman follow him, serve and support him.

The problem with that kind of thinking was that I assumed all men had the same values that I did and it wasn't discussed before I rushed into my marriage. My husband is of the school if thought that he is entitled to be taken care of.  It was a hard long road I
traveled with him over the years.  I stayed with him because of my Christian values and beliefs in marriage.  However, after years of his affairs, his verbal abuse,   I grew weary and realized that not even God can change a man who does not want to change.

I decided that I too deserved to feel happy. I deserved to feel beautiful and cherished and valued.  I needed to be weak so that I could be strong again.   I believe that is what made me become interested in the Dom, Sub relationship.  It isn't for everyone but for me, I find peace in knowing I am protected, loved and cherished at his side. My only regret is that it took me so long to realize where my true peace could be found. 

How does that work with me being married and my Dom/Sub relationship being outside the marriage? It is a precarious road that I walk I will admit but I would walk it a million times over to experience that which I have experienced with my Sir in a short time. 

I do not see my husband and I together in the future, we are better people seperated, unless he some how changes over night. It's been eleven years, it wont happen.

As for my Sir, he said to me that as long as we are both mutually happy with each other we will be together and he doesn't see us ending any time soon.  Neither do I, but I take this with a grain of salt.  He calls me his skeptical girl because I have been programmed to not believe compliments.  He thinks it sad, I think it tragic.  Every woman has the right to feel beautiful, perfect and sexy.  I am grateful for my time with my Sir, for his kindness, his sweet touch, his gentle strength and his attention. Even for the spankings he delivers. His hand across my ass, a release of control as I writhe under the sting of his belt across my breasts, stomach, ass and clit. He touches me in ways that make me moan and want more of him. His dominance is like my drug, his words lift me up, his touch leads me, guides me, his arms protect me, his release is my peace.  I am grateful for the way he cherishes me.

Again, many thanks to my followers on twitter, saw this pic and had to add it to my thoughts. What a perfect sentiment. Xoxo

Bound on my knees... a moment with my Sir

My Sir handed me a blindfold and kissed my lips.  "Beautiful, put this on."  Without hesitation I put the blindfold on.  He walked in front of me as he led me gently and but firmly into a room.  "Give me you hands" he said, his voice in my ear sending shivers up my spine.  Obediently, I held out my hands and he took them and I felt the cuffs being applied to my wrists.

 My heart filled with joy as I felt his hands trembling as he bound the buckles of my restraints.  I felt his breath quicken when my lips brushed his hand in a grateful gesture.  I knew that this was not a sign of weakness but of his desire for me. That giving him myself completely and totally trusting my body to him was the greatest gift I could give him.  I felt the ropes wined through my restraints at my wrists and he pulled my arms over my head. "On your knees." He whispered.  I nodded as I dropped to my knees, my arms over my head.  I lifted my blindfolded face to where his voice was coming from.   Instinctively I knew that I was between his legs and I opened my mouth, hoping to be rewarded with the taste of his cock
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I heard the smile in his voice, "Ah my beautiful sexy girl, you please me."  I smiled at the sound of his words, "Thank you, my Sir." I whispered, my lips brushing the tip of his cock which drooled precum on to my lower lip.  I felt it string across my lips as he gently slapped my cheek. "Good girl." He said then pushed himself deep into my mouth and down my throat....

photo credits from twitter! awesome pics...