Baby, anytime, EVERYTIME…
Baby, anytime, EVERYTIME…
This is so me…Here is My slave.~Master Johnson~
The Owner of subbi Johnson
Yes, I need it…
For my Baby, BlueGenie607
On Mornings With a Dominant
A submissive sleeps blissfully after a particularly intense evening with her Dominant. As do I. However, I look forward to mornings after. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to awake and feel my girl curled up against me asleep, relaxed and content.
I generally rise before my girl. And like most men, I often rise aroused. This creates the opportunity for a most special morning with her. I first trace the curves I have come to love, running my finger tips lightly over her flesh. I then bring my body over hers and envelop her in my arms, allowing my body heat to warm her everywhere. I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek gently as I allow my stiffening cock to nestle between the cheeks of her relaxed ass.
I roll my hips against the length of her ass, gently rutting, and enjoying her soft flesh. As I go, I can feel her stir long before she wakes. Her hips begin to gently roll, and her ass slowly arches up along the length of my cock, gripping my shaft between her cheeks and providing the most incredible display of her own submissive hunger.
My tempo increases as she undulates, and her motion becomes more purposeful. I keep her pinned under me - immobilizing her with the weight of my body and the grip of my hands. This causes her to rouse from her sleep, instinctively searching with her ass for the hard shaft she now feels. I slide my cock into her now-dripping pussy, and she comes to her senses with a guttural “unnnggGGHHHH”.
I grip her tighter - keeping her still and thrusting deeply - pulling her legs together as I straddle her and use the full length of my shaft to penetrate fully. My gentle embrace is now a full-fledged pounding, and I hear her whimper and moan as I have my way with her. She is fully awake and aroused by her helpless position, and she responds with more forceful undulation, trying to draw my cock into her hot, buttered velvet.
I take her by the hair now, forcing her first to look up and back at me, and then pushing her face down into the bed. She gushes anew, and bucks her hips against my body, her whimpers and moans soon giving way to a repeated, favorite phrase…
“Please Sir, May I cum for you? Pullleeeaaszzzeee SIR, MAY I CUM FOR YOU?”
I begin to buck my hips, my constant pounding now giving way to arrhythmic thrusts and jabs deep into her. As my orgasm mounts and I surge, I call to her with the words she has been yearning to hear.
“Cum for ME, girl!”
Moments later, I draw her back up into my arms and envelop her under me gently. I kiss her cheek and whisper softly….
“Good morning girl…..did you sleep well?”
The smile she returns speaks louder than words. No matter how blissful her slumber was, she enjoyed her morning with her Dominant much, much more.
How I love this dance on the fringe of darkness.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
Torture takes many forms. I have said this often, and it is true across many kinds of torment, both physically and mentally, in a BDSM bond.
Sadly, the worst torture comes when a Dominant and submissive must be apart. And this torture extends to both sides of the D/s coin.
When a submissive longs for her Dominant, she will lapse into memories and try to regain that special combination of peace, contentment, and bliss she feels when she is with her Sir. She remembers his face, his eyes, his hands, and the way he holds her. This invariably brings her to an intimate memory where she is kneeling at his feet, content, and waiting for the opportunity to please him in any way he desires.
Ironically, when a Dominant longs for his girl, he runs the same movies in his head. He remembers her beautiful face, her smile, and the lines and curves of her body. He remembers the way she feels in his arms, and the way she sings to him. He almost always ends up with an intimate memory of her at his feet or curled up against him, her body still quivering in aftershocks.
Longing is a torment of the worst kind. But after longing comes reuniting. Big smile.
Baby, I love you!!!
Uhm, 3, at the very VERY least.