My last visit with Mistress was similarly abridged, unfortunately. Trying to coordinate our 3 busy schedules is torture in and of itself. But she and I were able to set aside a few minutes in anticipation of trying out the new tongue stud as well. For her I broke out one of my new tickler studs. We threw off our clothes, wanting to waste no time and fell into each others arms. I tried to be patient, to tease, to run my tongue over her ear, around her nipples and other sensitive places on her body. But it had been nearly a month since I tasted her sweet nectar and the excitement was way too much for me.
In hindsight I think I might have done better to save the novelty tongue rings for later, because I found it a bit hard to control. I was so used to feeling my way around to the hot spots but the tickler made it hard to tell what I was doing due to its large size. But I’m sure she doesn’t mind letting me get in some more practice. Sometimes it’s hard for me to write in detail about what we do…I get so lost in the ecstasy and in tune with her body that it’s almost like I cease to exist, my mind tunes out and I am simply a vessel for pleasure.
I do remember, however when she flipped me over and started working her finger magic on me. I was already soaking wet from the stimulation of eating her pussy, so her fingers slid easily inside me and started stroking the magical G-spot. There are so many erogenous zones for me but the G-spot causes me nearly more pleasure than I can bear. My head rolls back, my back arches, and sounds come out of me that I barely recognize. Complete loss of control is the only way I can describe it. Combine that with the full feeling of her little fist inside of me and I don’t even know my name anymore.
Once she got her fist inside of me she positioned herself over me and started playing at different ways of hurting me. A little bite there, a little pinch here. When her hand reached for my neck, I felt myself squirting again. She played the edge just a little, squeezing more, restricting my breath just barely. A fleeting thought came through my head that she was going to send me off to work with a hand-shaped bruise on my neck. But bliss and emotion overcame any reservations I might have about that. Squirting again and again, I could barely breathe but as I felt her body on top of me, her pleasure rising in her as well I became astounded at the connection I felt, at the amount of love I had for her and she for me. As I whimpered and struggled for breath, I lived only for her. And unlike Jason my “casual” friend, we shared out bond both emotionally and physically. It gave a whole new dimension to the play, a whole new reason to take the pain and give her pleasure.
If I hadn’t had to run off to work I probably would have cried in her arms. I know I can’t be hers forever, we have places to go and things to do in our lives. But I want to savor every moment, to feel the love between us grow, to watch her blossom into an exquisite Domme right before my very eyes.
Of course both Master and Mistress have left me with a terrible hankering for a spankering. It pains me to think that I don’t know the next time my ass might be properly sore.
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