Just Another Saturday Evening

It's Saturday evening, Musicman has just gotten up from a nap. He needed one, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Can we say "cranky"? A full morning of errands to accomplish was not made easier listening to him complain.

I immediately saw this for what it was, he's tired. He has a right to be tired. He works very hard all week long. I don't necessarily like to be alone anymore. I used to like being alone, until he found me. Now, being with him is the best thing in my world.

I used to resent the fact that he needs more sleep than I do. At some point, I did realize that most normal humans, require more sleep than I do. It's just never been an easy thing for me. What has become easier is letting him have time to sleep. So, I suggested a nap, it's just one of the ways I take care of him.

Anyway... he's awake, we're watching a movie. The pillow makes an appearance on the floor. Oh, yeah...he's gonna rub my shoulder. Yes, it's still giving me fits. This is not the good kind of pain either.

I sit on the pillow at his feet, the sunset is shining in through the window. I haven't seen the sun in so long. It feels so good to close my eyes and absorb the light, feel the relief. Bathed in a halo of light, the transcendence begins.

I'm already a puddle of mush from the massage he's just given me, when he stands to turn off the TV and turn on some music. He turns back toward where I still sit on the floor and drops his pants. I immediately begin to salivate and stretch up to reach the goodies now in front of my face. I open my mouth, like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

He lets me lick and suck for a moment or two, but soon backs away so I can no longer reach him. The loss of him in my mouth is a palpable thing. I morn, I want more, but that is not his plan. He reaches his hands out to help me up from the floor. He pulls me in close for a hug and raises his head for me to place kisses on his neck. Then he spins me around, bends me over and flips my skirt up.

He has the magic paddle in hand, I'm soon yelping and gasping for breath. The man does not know the meaning of the word, "warm up." Ironically, it seems all too soon, he's done, but is he really? No, the glass dildo makes an appearance, not that I actually see it mind you. I certainly feel it.

It still amazes me the things he can make me do, just by getting me into that headspace. That headspace where, all is right in my world and the only thing I must do, is what he commands. After, when I think about it rationally, that headspace seems scary, cause I really would do whatever he tells me to do.

At the time, I never question, I trust him completely and do as I'm told. It's so freeing not to have to think, or worry, just listen and obey. Not obeying, is never an option for me, and it never will be. He knows my body so well, he wrings every last orgasm from me that is possible, but he doesn't stop there. He pushes, and pushes and pushes until I give him more.

He finally decides I've had enough, I think I've had way more than enough. Believe me when I say, that is just an observation, not a complaint. With legs of jelly, I sink to the floor, kneeling on the pillow that still lays there. He sits in front of me and offers himself to me. I lunge greedily, I want him in my mouth so much I can already taste him.

"Hands only", he says, eliciting a strangled moan from me, followed quickly by a softly whispered, "yes Sir". I seriously hate it when he doesn't let me have free reign, but I obey. I obey because that is the beauty of submission, that is the control I crave so much. Grasping him firmly in my hands I begin to slowly stroke his length. I hungrily gaze at his engorged member, hoping he will soon give me permission for more.

He does not, instead he directs me to lick his balls. Oh, "yes Sir," again escapes my lips as I start in, tracing the veins and folds and ripples that now feel so heavenly beneath my tongue. I want more, but that is not yet allowed. I know this because his hand buried in my hair is pulling me away.

I raise up into a tall kneel and push my girls together around him. My girls never really grew up all the way and this is not an easy thing for me, but he likes it when I try. He likes the visual it creates. His gorgeous cock, pushing up between my soft flesh, my tongue flicking out to meet the tip on every upstroke he makes.

I'm now in an agony of need, I want to plunge my mouth down his length, take him all in and feel him pushing past the back of my throat. He lets me, but only for the briefest of time. He's getting close and has another ending in mind.

He grasps my hair again and pulls me away from him. I offer myself to him, pushing, up and out as I lift my head, mouth open to receive his cum as it covers my chest and face. I finish by licking up every last drop.

Intimidation GONE

A long frustrating week at work is over and next week I start my part time schedule, yay. That should have put me in a very good mood, it didn't. I was tired and being very quiet. Musicman gets suspicious when I'm quiet, cause it so rarely happens. He asked me several times if I was OK, of course I said I was. He didn't believe me, smart guy.

I was lying on the bed, just staring at the TV, not interacting with him at all. He came over and laid down next to me and started pinching my nipples and said he thought someone needed a spanking. Can't argue with that logic, so I didn't. He also said he wanted to see the nipples clamps on me. Okay.

Then he went and got in the shower and left me to wait for what would happen when he was done. My mood was already improving and unlike some, I was looking forward to what would be coming soon. He takes very quick showers so I didn't have long to wait.

He joined me again on the bed when he was done showering. He told me to take my clothes off, so I did. He got out the nipple clamps and put them on. My girls aren't very big so it was a bit awkward at first, but we soon managed to get them on. First one, with a minute to breath as the clamps tightened down on my nipple, then the next one and another minute to breath. The first surges of pleasure blossoming and spreading throughout my body.

He chose that moment to tell me that while not tonight, someday soon we would be trying the other clamp. I don't know if I'm just crazy or the waves of pleasure rolling through my body made me say it. But, I did admit that while I wasn't brave enough to try it on my own, I do want to try it.

He reached for the headboard to get the wooden spoon. I rolled over and was up on all fours in the blink of an eye. The weight of the chain hanging down between the clamps was delicious. The swats began, interspersed with much rubbing and licking and even a few gentle bites.  He was quite thorough and covered my bottom and thighs and didn't neglect my calves either. I know that may sound a bit unusual, but I like it. I experienced a particularly serious back and hip injury a few years ago that cause my leg muscles to get very tight. We discovered that gentle swats to the calves always loosen them up and it feels heavenly.

I did manage to stay up on all fours even though I'm not good at holding still. Every swat causes a small or sometimes, not so small, movement from me. Every movement made the chain on the clamps sway which caused more waves of pain/pleasure to wash through me. With the stimulation of the clamps and the spanking I was immediately lost in the fog of subspace. Floating along on a cloud of intense pleasure, building with every sting of the paddle and sway of the chain.

I have no idea how long the spanking lasted, but by the end I was practically levitating off the bed with the strength of the orgasm barrelling through my body. I collapsed back onto the bed, every muscle a tingling mass of goo. He flipped me over to my back and hauled me back down the bed. I have no idea how I got so close to the edge, but I almost fell off. Who would have thought a king size bed wouldn't be a big enough playground?

He hauled me down the bed by my ankles, he didn't let go until he had spread me wide. Then he attacked and I was soaring again as he started with his tongue. All efforts to concentrate, or even think were lost, only the feel of his hands and tongue taking me to heaven over and over again registered.

At some point he retrieved the bullet vibe from the headboard, he used my own juices as lube, there was plenty let me tell you. He started to insert it in the back door as he continued on with his wonderful ministrations. At this point nothing but pleasure registers, not even my own body existed anymore.

He started giving me directions, good thing he did as I wouldn't have been able to initiate doing anything myself by then. The bullet vibrating away in my ass, his tongue lapping at me, diving deep to touch my g spot and my hand rubbing away at my clit as he had directed me. I had not a care in the world.

I have no clue how many times I came, but it's safe to say we easily hit double digits. I was exhausted and my body was literally shaking, every muscle fatigued from all the orgasms. I didn't think I could go on, except, I really needed him to fuck me. It really doesn't matter how many times I come or how tired I am, I never feel totally satisfied until I feel him come.

He knows this, but asked me anyway if I wanted him to fuck me. Of course he knows I do, I think he just likes to hear me beg for it. Not a problem there, I was already begging for it. He was happy to oblige and ordered me onto my knees and he took me from behind. One of my very favorite positions.

I remember him asking if I wanted to feel him come deep inside me or all over my back. I was incapable of making any kind of decision at that point and words totally escaped me anyway.  He chose to pull out and spray my back, he covered me all the way to my neck. As soon as I felt it the last orgasm hit me and I collapsed unable to do anything more then gasp for breath.

He said that should start the weekend right, no grouchy faerie to contend with now. He was right too, I'm not at all grouchy. Of course after a bit of a rest and some nurishment we went for round two, cause I felt it appropriate to thank him for his most kind attention.

I'm not at all intimidated by the nipple clamps anymore and am one step closer to trying the other clamp.

Plain Brown Boxes

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Let's Celebrate

I wrote this post several weeks ago. I felt like writing it but not posting it. I find myself drowning in negativity and I'm going down for the last time. So I decided I would post this to try and clear the negative energy and welcome in the positive. At this point I don't know what comes next.

What do you want for your birthday?
That's the question my husband asked me a few weeks ago.
 I thought about it for a few minutes. I told him I really just wanted to spend the day with him. He works 6 days a week and we have a teenager at home.  I'm so jealous of empty nesters(PK). Yeah, that's what I wanted, uninterrupted time with him alone. No obligations or expectations from ayone but ourselves. He told me he would have to check and see if he had any vacation time left, alot had been used up over the last 6 months dealing with issues with our son.

So, did he have the time to take?

Yes, he did and this was my gift.

He left me asleep in our bed while he got up and played taxi for our kids, something that usually occupies the first 2 hours of my day.

I woke up to his hands leisurely strolling about my body, my favorite way to wake up.

He had coffee ready for me. I don't function without it.

We showered and dressed and then went shopping. There was somewhere particular I wanted to go and several things I wanted to look at. I like to take my time and browse, consider this, reject that. That's exactly what I did while he patiently followed me around and held things for me. When I got tired of doing that, he paid for all my finds and we went to lunch.  I had ice cream. I love ice cream, with lots of hot fudge and whipped cream. Thats exactly what I had. It was yummy. I was a good girl, I shared.

When we got home he asked me if I was ready for my birthday spanking?

Ready, was I ready? Please, the butterflies had been growing in my stomach all day in anticipation. That's the real reason I shared my ice cream, too excited to eat.

He took my hand and led the way to our bedroom. Flap, flap, flap. I swear that's all I could hear.

We have a double chaise lounge in our room. I'm tall 5" 10", this lounge is the perfect height for many many fun things. He took his time undressing me, I knelt on the floor in front of the chaise and bent forward.  I had a pillow clutched under my chest, the anticipation was about to do me in.  

Whack.....  aah, the feel of his hand, I love his hands.
Whack.....  aah, there it is, that connection. Its a connection to him most certainly, but for me, its a very primal thing. Instant energy streaking through me to that point so deep inside. Dissapearing into a pinpoint. Followed instantly by the explosion of pure pleasure. He kept going, I didn't even try to count. I was flying in that wonderful place where the stars dance among the fireworks. Explosions of color intensifing in my mind as I felt his tongue and the nips of his teeth. I didn't think my back could arch that high anymore. My knees were no where near the floor. I didn't hear his zipper or have any awareness of him shedding his clothes. He moved me around the lounge like I was a rag doll.  Oh that wonderful dizzyness and disorientation of the sudden position changes.  His hands, his mouth everywhere at once, I'm caught in a maelstrom of sensation. Up, up, up and over the edge I go. He'd slow and let me come back and then start again. This must be what heaven feels like. Thank you god for multiple orgasms.


We napped for awhile, had some snacks then moved to our waterbed where I proceeded to thank him most kindly for my gift.

Birthday wishes do come true. Even if you don't blow out a candle.