She caught me quite off guard. Very cute.
pet and I relaxing in our hotel room after watching The Day of the Doctor on the big screen.
Does anyone else ever have those moments, when scrolling through your dash/porn, see a picture of someone and think “Wait a minute, isn’t that…” and you could swear it’s someone from your everyday life?
I’m alive, but tired. Will resume posts tomorrow-ish.
I’m off with pet for the weekend, posts will resume early next week. Have a great weekend all, and if you’re doing as pet and I are, enjoy The Day of the Doctor, and being kinky fuckers.
"Against the wall, please pup."
I stood naked, eyes closed, arms over my head on the wall in Mistress’s bedroom. I heard her open her closet, the rustling of her grabbing a few things, and the sound of the door closing again.
"Mine." She whispered quietly in my ear.
She swings her Dragon’s Tongue, and I grunt at the stinging bite on my back. She swings again and the sting bites me again. I can already feel the heat spreading across my back. Again she strikes. Again and again until I whimper under her blows. I take the momentary respite to fix my posture, and shudder as I feel her hot breath on my ear.
I whisper my agreement, and can no longer feel her breath, her heat. I shift my stance and feel the heavy thud of a new toy. I moan, and bow my head further, knowing that Mistress intends to press me until I lose myself completely.
She spent close to half an hour beating and teasing my naked body, all the time reminding me that, at least for this weekend, I am her toy to use. To tease. To break.
I wish I could sit here and tell you of each blow, of the mixture of pain and pleasure that comes from a scene like this, but I very quickly started slipping into sub space. Nothing existed outside of her and I. I let the world go, and my I cannot possibly find the words to describe what that’s like.
My knees started to buckle and I felt her arms, as she helped me down onto the bed. She wrapped the subby blanket around me, and I floated off into my release. I lay still, unable to focus, unable to think, unable to anything but feel the whole body and mind relaxation of subspace.
I came back to my senses sometime later with Mistress taking a photo of me because she couldn’t stop giggling to herself. Her cat had apparently wanted to get in on the aftercare and was laying on my chest, purring.
We spent the rest of the evening relaxing, watching television snuggled up, and even made brownies (and the two of us ate the whole tray :P) before we curled up together and drifted off to sleep.
This could almost be pet and I. This is usually how a massage ends between us.
I’m starting to recognize just how much pet and I truly squeeze into each visit. Even though it never seems like enough time together, we do make the most of it.