Tour De France

My Man looks at me whilst sitting next to Him and smiles, "Baby, I love you." I giggle at this spontaneous outburst of affection, i snuggle into Him on the sofa and purr against His chest. He knows i love Him, even when He is grumpy. He has the remote in His hand and starts to surf for a new channel. I got to the floor and sit with my head resting on his lap. It is hot in the house, snuggling is sticky and uncomfortable, the cool wooden floor feels nice sometimes on my sticky flesh. He puts His hand in my hair and strokes it absently. His cotton shorts are cool against my face. He puts the Tour De France on. I am thoroughly bored by the commentary. I look up at Him, he feels my eyes on His and He strokes my hair as he watches the race. I rest my cheek against his crotch and i feel it growing. He pretends to ignore me, but i feel His bulge. I know what He wants.

I slide my hands slowly into the legs of his shorts. He looks at me in mock surprise and i look up at Him. He laughs, "such a horny slut I have. Can't a man watch a race without being mauled." I giggle. It's hot in the room, I am bored, and we are alone. I lean forward and rest my palms flat on His thighs. I look at Him, asking permission to touch him, with my eyes. He opens his fly and teases, "You want this don't you, princess?" I nod and smile and press my cheek to the head of His cock. He grins down at me and then looks back at the television Pretending to ignore me again.

My hands are still on His muscular thighs. I feel them hard and powerful under my flat palms. I can feel the tension in His legs. I watch His face as i lower my head and breath on the tip of His cock. He smiles and continues to watch the television. I look down at His cock, and it bobs as if looking for the mouth that my breath came from. I stick out my pink tongue and He glances down at me. Grinning He strokes my hair , not pulling me toward Him and not pushing me away, an impartial gesture. I smell His cock now, earthy and hot, it stands erect against His belly and He looks down at me again teasing, "You really want My cock don't you baby? You want to suck on My big dick?"

"Yes Please, Please can i have a taste of your cock?" I press my soft , firm, round breasts to His balls.

He reaches down and grips my breast hard, and smiles down at me. He fingers my taut nipple through my shirt and bra. With His other the other hand he rubs the head of His cock onto my face. I smile and open my mouth as a pearl of precum forms at the tip and then slowly trickles down over the head as He holds His cock in front of me. "Look baby, you missed a drop." I giggle with excitement, at being allowed to touch His cock with my lips. I press my flat pink tongue to His shaft and then trace the track that the droplet of precum made, until His fleshy head is on my tongue. I look up at Him again, my tongue flat on his cock and he smiles, "It's OK, princess. You can have my cock if you want," He pets my head, "good asking, pet." He looks down at me for a long moment, and then says, "Baby, take your shirt off. I want to see My girl's big pretty titties."

I wriggle out of my t-shirt and unclasp my bra and shimmy out of it. He smiles as my breasts rest on his thighs. I help him tug down His shorts and He settles back into the sofa. I smile up at Him. He pets my hair absently again. His cock is standing for me, it appears to be posing for me. I lean forward and kiss the tip lovingly, caressing it with my lips and tongue. He glances down at me but says nothing. I take His shaft into my hands in prayer position and slide my palms down His long, rigid shaft.

He wraps His calves around my back pulling me toward Him. He reaches down and fingers one of my nipples. Playing idly with it. He pinches it and then lets it go. He watches me, as i flatten my tongue and press it to the head of His cock. I slowly lap down the shaft as another drop of precum rolls over the head and onto my lips, i lick it greedily into my mouth and savor it. He smiles and i hear the TV remote fall to the floor. He smiles and watches me make love to His cock. I bury my face into His balls, smelling His musk and then wash them with my tongue. Gently, i suck his balls one by one into my lips to push them out again. He grunts softly at me and curls his fingers into my dark curls, pressing me into His balls. I love my Man's testicles, they hang low and loose when its warm like this.

I slide my tongue up over His shaft again, nibbling gently at it with my lips as if i am eating corn on the cob. I milk another drop up from his shaft with my hand and watch it fall over the head then i catch it in my eager lips. His fingertips are still curled gently into my hair, and i grin up at Him, feeling the pressure of his desire against the back of my head. I continue to make love to His cock worship the shaft and feel it on my face. I use one hand and paint my face with His oozing precum. My face is sticky and hot from his nectar and he looks down at me. He says, "smile for me baby, i want to see you" I look up at him smiling brightly and he gasps. That nearly inaudible hitch in his breathing that makes me know He is enjoying me. He whispers. "Fuck baby, you look so fucking hot like that." I giggle and look at Him. My eyes locked on His as His cock disappears slowly into my mouth. He makes that sound again.

I feel his cock start to throb. He grips my hair harder and pushes me farther onto Him. He is getting impatient. I never get impatient when i have a cock in my hands and mouth. He thrusts His cock against my throat and grunts. "Fuck baby, you make me crazy" I hear him, and continue to suckle and caress His cock in my mouth and make love to his balls by cupping them in my hand and snuggling them against my chin just as slowly as before.

He grunts and grips my hair pulling me off of him. I feel his cock throbbing, He is trying to stay in control, to wait. I smile up at Him. I don't rush or complain, i just keep my fingers wrapped loosely around His shaft and cupped around His balls. He curls His fingers into my skull, massaging gently and looks at me, with a look of mingled need, pleasure and frustration. He shakes his head in small motions back and forth, as if he is deciding something. I watch all of this and then lean back down to kiss his drooling cock. he pulls me away sharply. "Fuck baby, if you touch me i will cum." He shakes his head and a reverent tone he asks "What are you doing to me?"

He doesn't sound angry. He sounds more amazed and frustrated that He lost control. He pulls me up. I am standing in front of him, he grunts at my shorts. I understand what He wants. He pulls me onto His lap and slides his long hard cock into my pussy. He holds me there. I am still, not grinding, not really moving, just holding His cock in me. I feel him throb in me. He starts to thrust very slowly, very gently moving me on His shaft. He pulls me to Him, He kisses me hard on the mouth then he takes one of my breasts and holds it in His mouth, sucking too hard. It hurts and will leave a bruise. But he doesn't care right now. He needs me. He needs to have me how he wants.

I feel His cock becoming bigger and throbbing more. The fat swollen head of his cock slides past my g-spot with each stroke. He lifts me back and forth on him with his hands on my ass. I am nearly screaming with pleasure and need. I want him so badly!
He pulls me close and whispers in my ear. "cum for me princess...."

That's all it takes, i am weeping, sobbing, with desire and want. My body spasms over Him, milking His cock with my loins, orgasm ripples through me. I look down to see He is gritting His teeth. Holding back. When i am finished I slump onto His chest. He smiles at me. He pushes me off of him, I scream as his cock exits my swollen soaking pussy, and shudder in an aftershock.

He grunts "...On your knees please baby, i wanna see you covered in my cum" I leap to the opportunity and kneel in front of his sticky, distended cock. I gently wrap my lips around his cock and suckle my juices off of him, groaning and cooing softly as i do. He thrusts his hips up toward my mouth and i feel Him throbbing. He is lost, totally out of control now. He grips me by the hair, and pulls my mouth off of His spurting cock with an audible "POP"

He holds His cock in his hand and sprays my face with his seed. He uses the head of his cock to work the creamy seed into my face and then he rests his head back panting and grunting. "Fuck baby, what the hell do you do to me. I fucking love you."
He looks down at me drowsily, "let me see you princess. Let me see what a slut you are."

I giggle self consciously, feeling like a slut as He weakly strokes my hair smiling at me. My face covered in his seed. He presses my sticky face to his belly, caressing me weakly and goes back to watching the bike race on TV.

Sacrament

Ooh it has been so long since i told my lovely followers of my love for cum. I had a pleasant conversation very recently where i was asked, "so you love cum that much?"

My response, my loyal readers is, Yes. I love the knowledge of His desire and watching the power of his need on His face and spurting from His cock when His cum pulses from his throbbing member. I love milky texture and the tangy taste He gives to me. I derive total satisfaction in His orgasm.

For me, a Man's cum is nectar of the gods. I worship it on my knees. I love it, and want to behold it. Cum is is the purest essence of a man. His love and passion and his need and desire all spilled onto me. Drizzled or squirted upon me. I am like an alter for His offering. His chalice to hold his sacrifice. I as, His vessel am the one that is used to bring forth his spirit and make me whole, the sacrament.

My dear readers, do you see now more of why i revere a man and his cock so. How i feel no shame at worshiping his member and the nectar he produces? Can you understand why, being covered in his seed makes me so happy. Why it is that when i hear his final grunts and watch his cum spew forth i am blissful?

It is my desire, my sincerest wish to be the one who gives such pleasure to a Man. If my writing does that for you, please tell me. I love such compliments. Until the next time...

Rainy Day

It hasn't stopped raining in days. I sit on the sofa watching the long tracks of the rain slipping down the glass door like tears. I stand up and look up at the gray sky, I step away from the door pacing restlessly and then flop back onto the sofa next the Man. He looks at me, and i get up again a few moment later and look out the window again He says "you are pacing like a restless animal running from window to window. " I grunt and say "i am just watching the rain." He pats the seat next to Him and i sit again but only for a moment. Then i get up again, to watch the rain. He shuts off the television and stands up and leaves the room, a streak of lightning parts the gray sky and i shudder involuntarily.

He comes back into the room, "If you are bored, entertain me" I giggle and look at Him and reach for the TV remote. He grins, and tosses high heeled sandals at my feet, "Get undressed, leave your panties on and put those shoes on." I look at Him like He's lost His mind, but then i smile and do what he says. He returns to his seat on the sofa and watches me as I slide my denim shorts down my tanned legs making sure to take my time at it. I grin as i pull my white t-shirt up over my head and wiggle out of it. I lean forward showing off my ample cleavage as i take my bra off.

I lean over feeling foolish now in just my white panties and high heeled sandals standing in my own living room. He lifts and finger and swirls it, wordlessly telling me to spin for Him. I do. I slowly spin around watching his face as he smiles. His hand moves to his shorts and massages His crotch through the fabric. He tells me to wait here, he gets up again and goes to the laundry room and out to the garage, and runs upstairs then down again. He returns with a canvas grocery bag. I look at Him slightly afraid, and slightly amused as he rummages in His sack and takes out two plastic clothes pins and smiles as he sees my face. I am aroused and surprised, this isn't like Him. If i was to describe my Man, spontaneous is not a word that comes to mind.

He stands in front of me, his fingers trail down my bare neck and shoulder then down my arms. He leans close to my ear and whispers, "princess, wanna play?" i giggle and nod my head. He kisses my neck, "good." He slides the red plastic clothes pin down my neck and over the round curve of my large breast and then when he gets to the nipple, He smiles and teases me for a moment. Then he lifts my breast with his one hand, places my nipple to his lips and i gasp in pleasure, then He bites it hard, making sure my nipple is erect he snaps the clothes pin onto it. He repeats this slow torture on the other breast.

He steps back to admire His handy work. Then he sits back onto the sofa and tells me to bounce my titties for Him. I bend low at the knee and bounce up so that my tits sway and the pins bob up and down. I waggle my hips and sway back and forth so that my breasts move in an undulating rhythm before Him. I feel very silly and exposed dancing this way for Him. He laughs and pushes at my breasts with both hands so they clap together with a fleshy slap. He continues to play with me like this and then tells me to stand up straight.

He reaches into His bag again pulling out long coil of rope. The rope is one i have seen many times, its His "bitch" rope. It is soft green cotton rope that is about a thumb in thickness. He uncoils the rope and finds the center, he lifts my arms, and wraps the center of it under my breasts then he criss crosses my cleavage and wraps it around my back then he laces my breasts up each coil of the rope touching the previous one, so my breasts are bound to each other and around fully by the rope. i look down as he works wrapping me like that, its beautiful. The stark contrast of my white flesh and the bright green my tits are held away from my body by the stiff ropes and my nipples are still pinched with the red plastic pins that jut away from my body. Every so often one gets in his way and he flicks at it and i shudder.

I feel the softness of the rope on my skin as he binds my large breasts tighter and tighter, i watch as he makes a platform out my breasts and then when he is done he ties the ends of the rope together and puts it over my head like a halter so that my breasts are sticking straight forward. I feel rigid in this position and i reach up to touch the round red balls at the end of the laced ropes which are my breasts. He swats my hands away and ties them behind me with the tails of the ropes that are hanging down my back.

He steps back and admires His work and i look down and see He is fully hard now. He reaches forward and plucks the clips off my nipples in a fast click. I let out a loud high scream. My shoulders are pressed back and he smiles. He steps back again and looks at me for a moment and pulls my long hair out of the band that is holding it in a pony tail and he grins. A crack of thunder makes me jump and i look out the window. He leans in close to me and says softly, "princess, you will look so pretty all wet. " He pulls me by the hair to the sliding sliding glass doors. He says i want you to go outside now, pet." His hand is on his cock and he is stroking it through his shorts. The air in the room is still and humid and the air from the open door is cooler and wetter. I am terrified now, the neighbors don't know what we are into, i mean, i am on the P.T.A. I feel that trickle of humiliation and terror flood over me. He knows what i am thinking, but he smiles and pushes me outside. I stand there on the deck lamely wearing my white panties, high heels and bondage rope, in view of whoever else may be out there. (Unlikely in this weather)

I am feeling very bound as the rain falls over my shoulders wetting my hair, the smell of ozone tingles in my nostrils and i suck in deeply telling myself to "relax". I can't see through the glass into the darker room, so I stand there, for what seems like forever and He comes outside in a raincoat and smiles down at me. My nipples are hard from the bondage and my exposed breasts are turning a bright red. I am shivering and my hair is streaming with rain. He stands behind me caressing me and guides my fingers to his cock and he starts unlacing me. His lips are on my neck as he removes His ropes. freeing me. I no longer restless or wanting to pace, i want to be held and taken and reminded that i am His.

As the blood rushes back into my tits i feel a shudder of relief and i just want his cock. He takes my wet hair into his hand and grips it in his fist turning my face to his and kisses me hard. "you look so pretty all wet and bound like that, i just wanted to shoot my load all over the window looking at you, but you are such a good girl, i think you deserve it." A sensation of bliss takes over me. I no longer feel cold or wet or bound, i just feel Him. My focus narrows and i become only His.

He leads me back inside and gives me a fluffy towel warm from the dryer, and lays me on the couch. He pulls down my soaking panties and feels my soft mound with His fingers. "princess, you smell like sex, did you like that? did you like how i tied you up?" I smile and massage my sore breasts in my fingers and say "yes. Sir."He continues to finger my wanting pussy leaning down to kiss me and tender caress my sore red breasts. I grind my hips against his working fingers, "that's a good girl" he croons as he pulls His fingers out of me and puts them to my lips. I suck them greedily tasting myself on His fingers.

Then He lowers His mouth to my cunt and i arch up, bite my bottom lip and close my eyes so not to cum. I shudder pressing my wet pussy to His mouth as He devours me, suckling at me, and making me writhe with want and need. He presses his fingers back into me and he lifts his head looks at my face and, then He says it, softly but firmly "Cum, Now,princess." I arch and buck my hips off of the sofa and writhe as my cunt grips at his fingers. My entire body quivering with my orgasm, i scream and put my hand to my mouth to dampen my screams, i lay panting, quivering, from the orgasm He gave me and he pulls his fingers from my oozing cunt.

He pats his wet fingers on my mound of Venus, and then wipes His wet fingers in my hair. The smell of my pussy is pungent and fills the humid room. He turns me over and tells me to get to my knees. He grips my fleshy ass cheek with his fingers and spreads my bottom open. With one hand on my ass, He presses a finger into my pussy again, then He leans over and opens His bag again and pulls out a midsized butt plug, and wets it in my pussy then slides it slowly into my ass. I relax so that it slides all the way up and in and he pats it with his hand. "You are such a good fucking slut, I need to fuck you now, princess. I want you to feel so fucking full you are going to explode."

I feel that ripple of pleasure through me as i hear him unzip His shorts and lets them fall. He puts a finger into my wet cunt again and traces it along my back, painting me with my own nectar. He dips the finger into me again, and then touches it to my nose, so that i smell my own musk. Again, he dips the finger into me and then feeds it to me off his finger and then in one fast unexpected thrust he pushes the entire length of his cock into my cunt. My ass is so full and now i can feel his cock pressing against the thin layer of flesh between my rectum and pussy making both feel so fucking good, i buck against him, wanting to bury his cock so deep in me. I feel perfectly HIS. I am His, He takes me, fills me and uses me hard.

He moves slowly, crooning at me, "princess, your fucking cunt feels so good..... you are so tight...., what a good slut i have.... such a tight cunt.... such a pretty little cunt." He stops talking and then he bucks hard against me, and holds my hips pulling him to me. I am shuddering slapping my ass against his cock with every stroke, and it bottoms out with a wet slap, each time. He pauses, and grunts roughly, "Baby, i am gonna fill your cunt so fucking much," He grunts pushing his cock into me over and over with that resounding wet slap. Then he starts slapping my ass hard with his hand as he thrusts into me, i am oblivious to pain now, all i feel is FULL and in need of cumming again, i am quivering and supple to his strokes, i feel every throb and thrust of his cock as if it were my own, and then finally i see a white heat and feel his cock throbbing relentlessly as he pushes toward me one more time, He erupts into me, His cock spasming in me.

I rock back on my haunches, almost sitting on Him. He rolls me forward and pulls his cock out, and i scream. "NOOOOoooooooo" then in one fast stroke he shoves it back in and holds me there. I hold him deep in me writhing, panting and screaming with my own orgasm as i spurt my own nectar all over him. He is still for a moment and His cock is still tight in me. He rolls me forward and pulls out of me. He lays slumped on top of me.

As i come back to myself, i blink looking around the bright room then over at the window, and see that the rain has stopped and the sky is clearing, the whole yard is still wet but has that fresh clean look as things do after a hard rain.

Dungeon princess

"Princess, I have a surprise for you." He led me to the cross in the center of the dusky room. I felt the terror creeping through my body and i started to giggle and resist, i pulled my arm away from His and felt my breath run cool in my chest.

He looked at me, sternly, "Princess, obey" I started to giggle and said something sassy in response. "Don't you trust Me?" His voice had that tremor of hurt in it. I giggled, "i did until a few minutes ago."

He looked at me hard, assessing me, He looked at His feet and said sadly "let's go then."

I hurt Him. I didn't mean to, but i did. I was sorry, He wanted this to be fun for me. I took a breath and stopped laughing. "I am sorry, Sir. Yes, i trust You, always."

He pointed at me, at my sundress, "off" He was nervous too. This was our first time in the rented dungeon. I looked at Him, and reminded myself in my head, "submit, girl, submit, you are His property, He will take care of you, submit, it will be o.k." I sang these words in my head as a mantra. Over and over, "submit, submit, submit"

He smiled at me weakly at first then he just stood there watching me. He watched as i stood there in the cool humid air, my nipples under my white lace bra hard and attentive. He watched as my breathing slowed, and he saw me slipping into His control. I shifted from foot to foot, and He stepped closer to me, He leaned down to whisper into my ear, "You are fine princess, trust Me."

The mantra i kept singing my head "submit, submit submit...." played over and over again with each breath i slowed and felt the air become thicker and looked around again. I saw the shine of the buckle on the cross, i saw the hooks on the walls that held assorted Gothic looking implements, i saw the line of red paint that was uneven on the wall and the faux brass rivets on the spanking horse in the corner. The dark room seemed suddenly bright and the details of it stuck out in my head, but the edges of the reality of it were starting to haze. He pushed me gently toward the cross. I stepped up to it, my whiteness, the whiteness of my panties and bra, the femininity of my shoes seemed to contrast in his dark dungeon. He saw it too, he smiled at the juxtaposition of me nearly naked and pure in this room designed for the dirtiest of kinks.

He took my hand in His and kissed my knuckles gently. Then He lifted it to the arm of the cross, a shudder of panic rippled down my spine and into my loins, as i felt the clasp of the buckle tighten around my wrist. Then the other hand. I looked at Him, and the palpable fear that washed over me, knowing that i couldn't get away if i wanted to now pricked over me. It was up to trust.

"Submit. Submit. Submit...." the words came to me again and again i became pliant to Him. I wouldn't feel any pain, until He wanted me to. I was His. Entirely. I left myself to become His. I was entirely free. I faced the wall. He asked me if i wanted to be blindfolded, then i felt the soft leather of a blindfold over my face. He tugged my collar gently to remind me what I am. I knew it already, I am His. Then i felt the soft tendrils of a flogger on my bottom, and his hand kneading my fleshy ass. He held me from behind, and held my breasts. Gripping them hard over my bra. He pulled one of my round white breasts out over the top of my bra. I couldn't see as he pinched the pink nipple in his fingertips, harder and harder until i squirmed. He moved in close "good girl" He hissed in my ear. Those words that send a shiver through me.

I wanted to obey more. My arms were starting to ache, and reminded myself "pain is good, whatever he wants i am...submit"He held Himself close to me, and thrust His hips at me. He was self conscious being in a rented room. But no one would disturb us. He was still clothed, fully. He pulled my panties down. He pressed two fingers into my dripping cunt and whispered to me "princess, you are all wet. you like this don't you?"

I nodded and started to giggle. He spanked my bare ass with his hand a few times, i felt the blossom of pain rising through me and into my loins. With his fingers still in me, He slapped my bottom over and over with His hand, until my bottom was on fire and i was grinding against His hand. He pressed Himself against me so that i could feel his hard cock through his jeans against my bare hip. I wanted Him, i would have done anything for Him at that moment. I begged Please please please can i have You. He bit my ear and told me "be a patient girl."

My feet ached and so did my arms. The pain was starting to seep into my subspace and i was starting to become uncomfortable and aware. I asked Him to release my arms. He did, and i learned be careful what you wish for. He pulled the spanking horse from the corner and he told me to lean over it. He took my bra off and i felt the sticky vinyl cover of it soft on my bare belly and tits. I shuddered as He bound my hands and feet to the legs of it. I am short but i had to be on tippy toes so i could have my hands in position for the straps. I was bent low, with my ass high. He took the blind fold off so i could watch him take a paddle off the wall.

The fear riveted through me again, He reminded me of the safe word and put the blind fold back on. I flinched and screamed when i heard the air whistle past the paddle. Then the light tap on my bottom made me waggle. He laughed, "it's all in your head, princess" I started singing in my head again, "submit...submit...submit." i relaxed again, as stroke after stroke of the paddle on my ass left me wet with tears.

I couldn't move except to waggle my bottom at Him which made Him laugh and spank me again with the paddle. Each blow made a blossom of heat rise through my ass into my chest and down to my loins. It hurt so much, but it felt so fucking good. I thought i would burn up. I thought about the safe word, but ooh fuck, i didn't want to say it. I wouldn't give in. I wouldn't let Him better me, there is such power in submission. Then when i couldn't take anymore and i was panting with the effort of staying in that position, tears and perspiration slipping off my cheeks. He rubbed my bottom with soothing lotion and massaged hard it into my sore ass crooning "what a good girl, what a good fucking girl I have, what a good little slut" He slid a finger into my eager throbbing cunt and then one in my ass. He slid them in back and forth and whispered, "that's a good girl, cum for Daddy." i screamed and writhed against my restraints over and over, every single pore of my body throbbing with my orgasm. A white heat flooded over me as i came and i felt every single part of me prickle with release.

He untied me and helped me stretch. Gently He put a cushion under me and sat me on the floor with my head in His lap. He sat in a ridiculous throne made from wood and painted in gold gilt. It had a red crushed velvet cushion and He rested my head between his legs. He pet my hair and let me rest against Him. I reached up i took His cock out of His jeans. I needed to feel Him, to know i had pleased Him. He smiled down at me, and let me have Him. I took Him gently into my lips and hands, feeling his long thick shaft slide into my throat. I held Him there, resting hard and throbbing in my throat and slowly lifted up. Suckling His cock into my lips slowly with each stroke, taking my time to pleasure Him. He curled His fingers into my hair and held me down for a moment too long, i lifted up, gasping. I curled my fingers around His balls tenderly caressing Him, milking Him. Then He gently drove my head back down onto His hard cock, over and over in a torturous rhythm, up and back, up and back. Gulping His cock deeper and deeper into my throat, until He held me down again and then, gripped at my hair and pulled me off, as he shot his sticky seed all over my face.

He hadn't thought to bring anything to clean up with so he wiped my face on my panties and put them sticky with my nectar and his cum in his pocket. He helped me put my dress back on, my arms were too sore to lift over my head. He was gentle with me. Kissing at my neck and biting at me gently as He dressed me. He teased me and played with my nipples as he put my bra on me. I stood there in my white sun dress and He smiled at me. The contradiction of what had happened in that dark Gothic room juxtaposed against my pure virginal dress made Him smile. He still laughs about it, if only people knew what His girl was really like.