What a stay at home Dom thinks about

Memo I sent to L yesterday while at home thinking about her.

Maybe other stay at home Doms watch the "Price is Right." I don't know.

But me?

I think about ... things.

P.s.: L's response to this was that she was very wet indeed.

P:

Jesus, you do it for me. I am crazy about your sexuality, your openness, your inhibitions...your insatiability. Love that you gave yourself to me and my kinks, my twisted mind, my dark desires..things that make me hard, make me throb, and I get them with you and all of you that I own, mouth, tits, ass, cunt. 

Everything.

I want to make your ass bleed again with the cane. I want to make you cry and sob, and ask for no more, but I will keep going anyway, and eventually you won't care, you will be so far gone nothing will matter, and there will be bruises and lashes and marks.

I want your cunt. My cunt. I want to slap it, taste it, fuck it. Make you squirt. I want to go down on you, my face buried in your cunt, and I want to make you come hard so that you squirt all over my face.

I want to piss on you all the time. Maybe get to the point of pissing in your mouth. You seem quite willing to be pissed on these days. I think I want to experience your piss at some point, after all, it is mine. I have this one scenario where we are home alone and you are in your panties, and I refuse to let you go to the bathroom to piss and make you piss, in front of me, in your panties..I think that would be hot, to watch the wetness appear on them. Then I would take them off and taste you.

That's where I am today.

Twisted.

I want to walk in on you sucking another man's cock. See you on our knees, taking him in your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down in that amazing was you do. And I watch for a minute before you realize I am there, and then i come over, and he holds you down while I punish you, and then we take turns with you...all part of the setup. 

That's where I am today.

Very twisted.

I hope this email made you wet. Fucking whore. MY fucking whore.

--Sir

limits

I suspect at some point, L and I will discover that we have limits as far as how far we can go, how much she can take from me.

But I don't think, despite the picture I am showing you from last night's session, that we are even close yet.

Because the thing is...L felt perfectly fine today.

another transition

The news was delivered quickly and with little emotion and lasted no more than five minutes. "We are choosing not to renew your contract," my supervisor told me, all the meanwhile as she looked down at the floor.

I asked for a reason and was given none. I asked again and was simply told that it was within their rights to not renew my contract, that today was the last day they could do so, and was given a severance package. I was not allowed to gather up any of my personal belongings (I had to go back later for them) and had to get up, on the spot, and leave the building. I was even in the middle of an email at the time that never got sent.

Five months into a new career,  a career I would have been quite satisfied working until retirement, it was all stripped away in less than five minutes and no explanation.

As my cell phone belonged to work, I had to leave it behind, and did not have a way to reach L as she finished up her work day. I went home and waited for her, and she could tell by the look on my face that the news was not good. So I told her, and we held each other, and my submissive girl, at that moment became the strong one as she told me it was all going to be ok....

The circumstances surrounding my situation were not necessarily within my control, though I was never given an answer, I had a hunch about the politics behind the situation. Nonetheless, my sense of responsibility to L and the boys is a strong one, and I felt that I had let her down. She assured me that was not the case, and I believe her, so, perhaps, the only person let down was myself.

There were aspects of the job that contributed to my dominance of L. Oddly enough, the clothing played a big role. There is something about putting on a suit in the morning, and knowing that you look good into it. L loved kneeling at my feet in the morning before I left, her head pressed against my crotch with my hand tugging at her hair, still damp from her shower, and we had to end it right there, because even a nice suit cannot do a good job of containing an erection.

So it took me for a tailspin, and four days later, I am still reacting to it a bit as I try to figure out next steps. L knew on Friday night the shape I was in, and we had a very intimate moment that evening when I told her I had to go the bathroom. L got in the bathroom in front of me, and before I could make it to the toilet, she was kneeling in the bathtub, naked. I stepped in and as she looked at me, showing me that she was my submissive and I was her Dominant, I coated her with my piss, aiming it across her cheeks and down on her tits. It was the extent of our session that night, but on Saturday, with the house all to our ourselves, we had quite the noisy time.

It is Monday night, my first day not going to work, and I was the one who saw L off this morning, even with a lunch that I made for her. I spent the day cleaning and taking care of the kids, and had dinner ready when L got home. After dinner I had to go back to my office for one final time to get my personal items, then we went to watch our youngest in his first t-ball practice of the season.

It was a vanilla day in suburbia, with Mr. Mom at home.

We are in bed now. L is beside me, wondering what I am writing, and she is not allowed to read over my shoulder while I type. She has to wait until it is done and posted. She will read it while I got and get the youngest settled in to bed, then, soon afterwards, we will be in bed together. I will put her collar on. I will squeeze her neck and grab her cunt, and I will remind her that no matter what, nothing has changed.

I will remind her in the only way I know how, through force and control.

I will remind her because it is needed.

For me more than her.

"Is this how you want me to be?"

L had a tooth removed Friday afternoon, and with that knowledge in my mind, I went into the three day weekend thinking that it might be relatively vanilla, at least for the first couple of nights while L healed. I find it difficult to bring myself able to conduct much of a session when L is under the weather for any reason, and figured that a tooth removal would have her in a great deal of pain and I would do what I normally do when she is laid up in bed, which is to take good care of her.

I went into the weekend with that knowledge in my mind. Where the weekend has gone (one day left still!) was, in so many ways, quite the contrary.

Early Friday evening while L was resting in bed I ran to the grocery store to shop for the weekend. While there, I got the following series of texts from L:

 I am home quite ready to be bruised. I want it all, rough, but not around my mouth so much.

Please.

Sir.

This put into motion an evening and a weekend harder and rougher than any weekend we have had in a long time. It was long overdue. The last few weeks L had been going through the motions in terms of her submissiveness, though she was still doing everything that she was required. But as I explained to her at one point, her attitude wasn’t there.

L’s total submissiveness returned from its sabbatical on Friday night. It did not crawl into bed purring like an innocent kitten, it pounced on the bed, roaring like a lion, craving, demanding, wanting….everything.

So what did we do? It seemed, everything. And new things. I have lost track of how many times over the weekend L was lying on the bed, naked, with her ass raised, as blow after blow I tended to her ass with as many implements as I could find. And with each time that I stopped, she arched her back up, and in a voice muffled by the pillow she would whimper….”more, please….”

She got more, and more again. On Friday night I attempted to fist her for the first time. We got pretty far, surprising given the size of my hand and the tightness of her cunt. She spent most of the weekend a soaking wet miss, kneeled in front of me, wanting more, and more again. Last night I went down on her and her orgasm was so ferocious she soaked a large patch of the sheet when she gushed (this has been a new experience the last few months, L no longer considers the female ejaculate a myth or being nothing more than piss).

L’s submissiveness roared like a lion, and I returned the favor with a new level of Dominance, and the two met and collided, resulting in a flurry of emotions and sensations. Our bed and room smells like sex. We smell like sex. L grimaces when she sits down. Her ass is properly branded.

We still have another weekend night, thanks to tomorrow’s holiday. I whispered to L this morning the things that were going to be done tonight, that I was going to make her feel like a total whore and make her do whorish things to me…and I will.

At some point Friday night, as L floated around in the world of subspace, kneeled before me, she asked:

“It this how you want me to be?”

The answer, of course, was:

Yes.

Afternoon delight

Last Friday I had L meet me at home at lunchtime. It was one of our last opportunities (opportunities we didn’t take advantage of enough during the school year) to go home for a session while the kids were still in school.

We didn’t have much time at all. A matter of minutes, actually.

She met me there.

We went in the room.

Locking the door, L got on her knees in front of me, undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and took my cock out. I was already semi-hard. She went to work immediately, sucking away in that magnificent way that she does, and as she did, she looked up at me the while time, wide open eyes seeking my approval. Seeking to see if I was pleased.

Which I was.

We didn’t have much time at all. A matter of minutes, actually. I wanted to unload right there, grab the back of her head and pull it into me as I came in her mouth, keeping my cock in there as she sucked out every last drop.

It was Fuck Toy Friday, after all.

But I didn’t. I am a kind Dom, after all. I ordered her to the bed and had her pull her pants and panties down. I was still fully dressed in my suit. I fucked her from behind in that manner, me fully dressed, L’s face pushed down into the bed as I slammed inside of her.

She made sounds that she normally can’t make when others are in the house.

We didn’t have much time at all. A matter of minutes, actually. At the last minute I pulled out and with a few additional strokes, I came all over her ass. Grabbing a sock off the floor, I gave a half-ass attempt to clean her up, wanting to leave a majority of it drying on her to remind her of me the rest of the day.

Marking my territory, so to speak.

No quicker had I finished up then I zipped myself back up and gave my freshly fucked pet a kiss on the lips.

“I have to go back to work,” I said, and left.

We didn’t have much time at all. A matter of minutes, actually.

We made damn good use of them.

Sky rockets in flight.

Cock worshipping slut, part II

My work life has been crazy the last three days and I have not had a chance to write anything. I have had ideas in my head, just not the time to write about them. For that matter, I have not had the time to give L the attention with the cane that she needs.

Sooo....I feel like I should offer something up, lest our followers find this blog stale.

I don't have the words right now, so I will simply offer this image up of L doing what she does best. I prefer words, in all honesty. Failing words, let's rely on the images.

Especially when it is images like this.

Words to come. Shortly.

After I come.

--S

Cock worshipping slut

Lest I give the impression of L being a total lady at all times, I post this picture I had on the blog a few months ago of her in her natural state, in bed with me at night....worshipping my cock like the good little slut she is.

MY slut. That I own.

Good night.