Moving Right Along...

Sorry for the delay in an update on the world of S and L, it's been pretty busy around here, going from my return back to L having a birthday, to me starting my new job and working my night job, a weekend of summer activities.

Anyway, we're back and getting settled back into our own world of TTWD..this time, without any commercial interruptions.

I'll be honest, though, there was a bit of a transition to make once I got back from my trip, but it was just a bit, and it didn't take long to get things back in order in our household. The first weekend back had some rough spots, as I thought they would, with L coming fresh off of the heels of three weeks of independence without me around, her on the road, making decisions. And she was not pleasing me to the extent that she should have been. I suspected that would be the case though she didn't think it was going to happen, but I was also quite prepared to steer the ship in the right direction.

"Am I off the hook tonight?" is L's favorite catch phrase as of late, as is "Nothing is needed." She will say it almost every night, implying that there is no need for the cane, that she is perfectly fine, no need to take her into her submissive state as she is already there. In her mind.

Which is utter nonsense, and she knows it as much as I do. "No, you are not off the hook tonight, and I will be the one to determine what is needed," I chastise her, and then I instruct her to turnover. A nightgown is raised, panties are pulled down, the cane is taken out of the closet...and the dance begins. After 200 strokes or so, the young lady next to me who just minutes ago was claiming that nothing was needed is drifting off to subspace. She's gone down hard a couple of times since I have been back, and with her going down hard, the cane has come down hard and more frequently.

Nothing is needed, she claims, but I know her better than she knows herself, and I know that everything is needed.

Last night was one of those nights where everything was needed, but this time for me. It was a particularly stressful day, and thankfully, it was a night where I had the evening off from my second job. It also happened to be smack dab in the middle of a visit from Aunt Flow for L, never a pleasant time, especially now as she knows when that time comes, we are going to most likely have anal sex at some point...not her favorite activity with me, but I think she prefers that over having to swallow.

I needed everything last night, and I needed it with her. Once we were doing watching television she assumed the position without me asking her anything (in fact, halfway through our show she got her collar out and handed it to me with her head resting on my lap) and I went to the closet and got out more toys than usual...the leather cuffs, the chains that strapped them together, the ball gag, and the blindfold. Within minutes I had her completely restrained..gagged..blindfolded, a delicious canvas awaiting before me.

Normally the cane is my tool of choice, but tonight was one of those flogger nights, and I got it out and started off slowly lashing it across her ass...her back...the back of her legs. She took it very well...what choice did she have? And 100 floggings turned into 200 which turned into 300...I kneeled next to her, my hard cock pressed into the small of her back and she reached out with her cuffed hand to stroke the tip.

Out came the ball gag, replaced with my cock, and I began fucking her mouth, my hand holding tight on to her hair as I thrust inside of her. "This is what I do to my fucktoy," I said. "I fuck her in the mouth. And you know you like it."

She managed to mumble out something that resembled a yes.

"Suck my cock," I ordered her. "Show me how much you worship it." That command accelerated things on her end, and she devoured it even more. (One thing that has changed since we have gotten back is that L's blowjobs have gotten more...intense. Thank god for her I am a gentleman and don't do the aforementioned act that she loathes..)

She knew what was coming next, I had told her it was going to happen. I needed, after all of that...I needed...I needed penetration. I needed to fill her up, to be inside of her, to take her and claim her like my fucktoy, and that meant her ass. The lube came out, I got her ready, I got me ready...and slowly started to slide inside of her.

She didn't think she was going to be able to do it at first, tried to hold me off, but then slowly got into it as I let her back into me as opposed to me sliding inside of her. The head got in, then a couple of inches. I slowly started sliding in and out of her, getting a little more in, and it was a damn exquisite sensation. It's a combination of a few different senses...the thought of the act itself, the visual part...and of course, the physical part.

I never put it all the way in, just enough, and as I picked up the pace, L begged me to come and it didn't take much before I came inside of her. Hard.

I told her how proud of her I was afterwards, as we turned the light off and got ready to go to sleep. She said she wanted nothing more than to please me tonight, she knew my day was stressful and wanted to take it away in whatever way I chose and wanted. Needed.

She knew what I needed.

I know what she needs.

Perfection. Defined.