by Ruby Madden
I nodded vigorously. I very much wanted nothing more. I could smell her feminine arousal and felt the growing erotic tension around us, between us. My face wanted to be covered and smothered by her. My cock begged to be inside her but my mouth craved to feast, lick, suck and nibble every part of her pussy and ass.
Inside and out.
All of it.
“Well then, let’s get better acquainted…” She purred.
Hoisting herself up and still wearing her sexy thong, she straddled my face and began rubbing her barely clothed pussy over it. I breathed her in deeply and parted my mouth. I tasted the salty moistness of her barely-there undergarment, delighted that she was already wet. I managed to wiggle my tongue to the sides and under her thong. A delighted squeal came out of her and she dug her groin more aggressively into my face, smothering me for a bit.
At first, I felt alarm at the sensation of being suffocated. But I relaxed into it, trusting that she knew how to pace and let me get some oxygen. So, I did what any man in my position would do. I licked, I suckled, I inhaled deeply her feminine scent.
{ MISTRESS }
I admired his effort. His devotion. Earnest and pleasurable, I could languish this way for hours. Using his face, mouth, lips and tongue. All for my pleasure.
I was secretly thrilled that the cuckolding dynamic had so thoroughly aroused and intrigued him.
Ethan wasn’t my typical client and this wasn’t going to be a typical session. I’d decided to move forward with meeting my needs. My pride in ownership of him was different than it had been for my other clients. Thank goodness I’d been so mindful with our arrangement, our contract and agreement.
Straddling him, I was getting drunk from arousal. I wanted to abuse and use every inch of his sexy, handsome face. It was taking everything in me to not lose control, to not kiss him. Intimacy would evolve later. For now, I needed to maintain control and he needed to serve. To please. It was in his submissive wiring. Wiring that I was reinforcing.
I’d torture him first with my scent and by keeping my barely there thong on. I knew I’d be tempering myself as I ached to feel his tongue on my clit, to have his mouth part my pussy lips and feel the nuzzle of his face across my groin.
When I slipped out of my thong, and re-lowered myself onto his face, it was me who had to maintain the pace, rhythm and control. My desire to be pleased by him had been swelling for so long now. All of my own training and psychological finesse was in play.
My puppy owned me, all of me. And he didn’t even know it…
My moans and groans, gasps and pants were very real. Not a one was performed or faked.
There was no need, he was a natural. He was not lost on the art of cunnilingus in the least. As I climaxed, quivering and shuddering, screaming and begging for more, he delivered. Eagerly, earnestly delivered. Ethan met my pussy’s hungry needs and demands, not faltering. He was patient, he was imaginative and he was sincere.
The last climax pulled out a garbled near-cry out of me, a tear going down my cheek. I repositioned myself on top of him and simply laid there, breathing. Resting. The satisfying silence between us was gentle, like a blanketing cloud. We laid there together for what seemed like forever. Barely moving, just one on top of the other. Until I did something I’d never done before…
I fell asleep.
{ Henry }
The lovely, sexy sounds coming from Mistress Cherry’s boudoir were amazing. It was the first that Henry ever heard her climax with such passion and desire.
He’d been waiting nearly an hour after the session end time, to escort Ethan out.
However, unlike every other time she ended a scene or session by dismissing her client and requesting that Henry escort them out and downstairs, there had only been silence. Henry hadn’t wanted to intrude but finally decided to hazard a peek into her room.
Just to make sure they were okay.
Sure enough, they had fallen asleep, Mistress Cherry lovingly lying in Ethan’s arms, practically naked. Cozy as kittens.
As far as he could tell, they were both still geared out, with certain garments of hers flung at the end of the bed.
Henry smiled to himself and wondered if she would be more upset with him for intruding, or not? Would she want him to rap on the door reminding them both that the session was over? Or would she be annoyed that he had dared disturb them?
In the end, he decided they were grown-ass adults who knew what they did or didn’t want to do.
Henry stepped away, opting to let them be, for one simple reason. He knew that Mistress Cherry was in love. In love with Ethan. He also suspected they were out for the night. Instead, he decided that he’d delight them in the morning with a succulent brunch.
He quietly shut her bedroom door and retired to his room to read a good book before going to bed.
{ ethan }
I woke up mid-way through the night needing to pee. As I roused myself awake, I felt the weight of Mistress and felt her nuzzled deep breathing first before I opened my eyes. Realizing that we’d fallen asleep together after our session, I was in awe. Mindful awe.
She was out. Completely contented and sleeping deeply.
Somehow, I managed to disentangle myself from her without disturbing her. I slipped away to the restroom and went about my business. My loins ached for release still, even after hours of sleeping. The cock-cage allowed for me to take care of basic bodily needs and as I held my captured cock, it really sunk in how content I felt.
When I was done, having washed my hands, I paused at the bathroom doorway that cast a light glow into her room and onto her bed. The deep quiet of night was complimented by her peaceful breathing. I gazed upon her luscious body, admiring freely and uninterrupted.
From her tippy-toes to the last hair on her head, I admired. Once I had drank my fill of her, I decided to sneak back in bed with her. I had no idea what to expect in the morning when she discovered we’d fallen asleep together after our session. I was fairly certain she hadn’t planned this, had she?
As I slipped carefully back into bed next to her and pulling the covers over us, she naturally found her way to me, nuzzling into the curve of my body as I cradled and spooned her. A furnace of nestled warmth between us, I soon fell fast asleep, a smile on my face.
{ MISTRESS }
The sun peeking through my bedroom window was my first clue that something was amiss. I always closed my blinds and curtains before going to bed so that I can have a dark room to sleep in.
My next clue came when I further roused myself awake and felt the comforting strength of a masculine arm wrapped partly about me, a man’s breathing rhythm warm on my neck and shoulders.
I let out a small gasp.
Ethan! We’d fallen asleep after our session? We’d fallen asleep after our session…
Amused, I had to hold in a giggle so that I didn’t wake him. I needed to think. What to do next? How did I handle this? Although I was secretly thrilled, I didn’t want to damage the dynamic or all of our training.
I reached up to feel his cock-cage key that dangled on the necklace I was wearing. I’d put it on right before our session as a reminder for him that I alone had the power to let him out of his cock-cage. I was toying with the idea of unlocking him and allowing his morning erection to be put to service. The fact of the matter is that he’d been put to bed without any release whereas I had come like a cat in heat.
I felt him stir, taking in one of those long, deep morning breaths that turns into a half-yawn, as he awakened.
“Good morning puppy…” I said softly as I rolled over to face him.
He startled a bit, “Mistress?”
“Yes, Ethan. We fell asleep last night…”
We lay there quietly looking at each other. Eventually, I slipped my hand down towards his groin and coyly, I grinned. “I’m going to unlock you, for MY pleasure. Understood?”
He broke out in a wide smile, somewhat attempting to hide
his excitement.
I pulled the key off my necklace and set about to setting him free. Once my warm hand wrapped around his hardening cock, I decided to make the morning be about a fast and furious fuck.
I smacked his erection.
He let out a small yelp. He got harder.
I smacked it again. Even harder.
I flicked his cock-head and he was completely at attention. It’s a beautiful and some-what mystifying thing to watch a man’s cock grow …
I reached down between my pussy lips and used my moistness to lube up his cock. I was appreciative of his girth and length. There was no more waiting, I was taking what was mine and I was going to use it as I pleased.
I climbed atop him and pushed down on him, impaling myself on his perfectly-sized cock. I gasped in startled need and began to ride him like a cowgirl clinging to her steed for her very life.
I’d needed him, every inch of him to penetrate me for so long now…
{ ethan }
Morning delight, that’s what we should call this.
Mistress had climbed atop me and made excellent use of my morning wood. No foreplay, no pillow talk, no asking or toying or teasing. Nope, she’d just gone straight for the gold.
I was thrilled.
As she fucked me silly, I did my best to hold out for as long as I could. She bent over enough so that I could suckle on her ample tits, taking turns holding and sucking each one’s nipple in my mouth as she barked out simple commands.
“Suck! Bite! Now! Ethan!”
I was so amused by her voracious morning appetite that I didn’t think, just did and felt. She came a couple more times, fast and furious orgasms that were a glory to witness.
“Mistress, I’m about to come!”
My orgasm had been so delayed for so long that I felt I was going to explode in the intensity of it. She slipped off of me and watched as I came, my semen spurting out all over my abdomen. Panting, she picked up a bit of it with her finger and ordered me to open my mouth. As I’d been trained and was beginning to enjoy, I licked off my come.
She watched my face with a pleased grin. Her sexy curls dangling around her and tickling my nose. She laid back down and we lay there, absorbing our morning fuck. Lingering in post-orgasmic bliss, she got out of bed and walked to her bathroom.
“Puppy, it’s time to face the day. Come shower with me. Remember to leave bed the same way you entered it.”
I crawled out of her bed and on all fours followed her into her bathroom and her shower.
“You may stand.”
The stream of warm water flowed over us and I was glad to see that she had a couple’s shower with two shower heads. She picked up a luxurious wash-cloth and a fine bar of soap, handing them to me.
“Wash your Mistress, puppy. Take your time and do a thorough job.”
Her lovely, pale skin was rosy from the warm water and once I started to lather her up, my hands were hungry to touch every part of her smooth, curvy body.
“May I kiss your body, Mistress?”
She nodded and smiled at me. Mistress seemed dreamy and receptive, soft and willing.
She gasped in response as I kneeled to gain better access to her pussy and ass. Using the fine soap to lather her up and allow my fingers to slip and slide everywhere, I began to kiss her entire lower body, taking my time as the warm water streamed over us.
I closed my eyes and worshipped.
She then hoisted one leg up on the side-step that provided me easy access to her pussy. I spread her open and suckled, licked, nursed until she was soon climaxing again.
An hour later, having Mistress achieve completion a few more times, she ended our morning love-making. She made me watch her as she slowly finished preparing herself for the world. From the drying of her hair to applying makeup to putting on her clothes.
Painstakingly, she made herself gorgeous and presentable.
When Mistress placed me back into my cock-cage, she did so with an attentiveness I didn’t mistake. She kissed my cock-head delicately before enclosing me in it. She put the key back on her necklace and then she had me put it around her neck.
“Puppy, get yourself ready for the day. I’ll have Henry bring in your clothes.”
She stepped away and left her bedroom.
I heard the murmur of voices as Henry informed his employer that breakfast was waiting and I heard him distinctly ask if he should prepare a seating for her ‘guest’. A secret thrill went through me.
Not client, but guest.
There was no mistake about it. I may be paying for her time as a Mistress, but I knew we had reached an entirely different level of our relationship.
One that I hadn’t dared dream possible.
* * *
…One year later…
Many Dommes are simply play-acting, performing for the sake of a male or masculine counterpart’s fragile needs and his perceptions about how she will fulfill his desires. Their ego, despite believing it is in control, is anything but.
They are in orbit to the innately selfish nature of a male human being and his fragile psyche. A man. A male client. A privileged meat-sack granted so much entitlement in our world and society that he is cruelly emasculated and strangled by his own habitat of unchecked, unmanaged want, need and desire.
Impotent by lust, allowed to run rampant with no regard for the truth. Taking what was never his, to begin with.
The reality of the world that is ultimately, a paragon of life itself. The cradle of the womb. A womb that comes from her. The begetter of all life. The sacred, her.
A body, constantly renewing itself, in every miraculous way possible. In ways that humanity will barely understand. Despite all of our pathetic attempts to do so via technology, religion and science.
Cosmic jokes, really.
One that She whittles away, piece by agonizing piece – eventually freeing him from the inside out so that he can find his true personhood, his humanity. His reason to be.
Instead, it’s a very elaborate parody of sorts. Like a mockingbird that has to play the part to convince the foolish birds around it. To dupe and deceive them.
My Mistress isn’t that kind of Domme. She’s not playing a part, or a role. She doesn’t play-act. She is being Herself, entirely. This, I soon realize is why she refers to me and her other clients as art.
To Her, we are, art. Living, breathing, flesh and blood, art.
She loves her art. Cherishes it. Allows us to step inside her intricate birdcage and her erotic realm where she plays with us. The masculine complimenting and enhancing the feminine. A strength this is strong from passion, grace, yielding to its own innate power.
It took me being a part of her life for nearly a year, to fully understand. We’re the clay she molds to turn us into her specimens. Men made better, made whole and complete, by Her.
She shares her space, her sacred body, her life, her thoughts, her intelligence and everything about her erotic universe with those of us who seek to be simply be close to, nearby and adjacent to Her.
Worship is so ordinary compared to the sacred reverence I come to feel the more time I spend with her. This doesn’t mean she’s perfect. Nor does she strive to be. She strives to be her best self. Her best woman.
Her best inner Goddess.
I’m simply allowed to watch her in this ongoing, never-ending becoming. It’s a privilege and one that I have to earn each and every day, moment by moment.
It’s always more than enough. Always better than what I’d anticipated or expected. Whatever doubts I had when we initially entered into our unique and intimate arrangement, I laugh at the silly man-child I was then. Dare I say, the boy whose body I was stuck inside of. A guy, a sad, pathetic, clueless guy – aching to be a man worthy enough of a woman, a Goddess, a Mistress like mine.
My wife. My lover. My Mistress.
Mistress Cherry.
{ The End }
The Capture of Grace
{ Portland }
grace
noun
1. elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action: We watched her skate with effortless grace across theice. Synonyms: attractiveness, charm, gracefulness, comeliness, ease, lissomeness, fluidity. Antonyms:stiffness, ugliness, awkwardness, clumsiness; klutziness.
2. a pleasing or attractive quality or endowment: He lacked the manly graces.
3. favor or goodwill. Synonyms: kindness, kindliness, love, benignity; condescension.
4. a manifestation of favor, especially by a superior: It was only through the dean's grace that I wasn't expelledfrom school. Synonyms: forgiveness, charity, mercifulness. Antonyms: animosity, enmity, disfavor.
5. mercy; clemency; pardon: He was saved by an act of grace from the governor. Synonyms: lenity, leniency, reprieve. Antonyms: harshness.
Prologue
* * *
{ GREG }
Greg snuck quietly into Grace’s apartment, as he usually did on Sunday mornings. He put the bagels he’d bought on her kitchen table and next to them, an envelope with her name written on it.
He walked softly from her small kitchen through her living room and to her bedroom door. It was cracked open. He slowly opened it further so he could peek in on her and stepped in, very quietly, not wanting to wake her.
Greg peered down at her. Grace was soundly sleeping, curled up and cozy in her bed.
“I hope I’m doing the right thing and I hope you’ll forgive me someday…” Greg whispered out loud, mostly to himself, into the quiet of Grace’s bedroom.
Grace’s grey-headed lovebird, Romeo, rustled in his cage, acknowledging Greg’s lowered voice.
Typically, they’d drink the espresso drinks from Stumptown Coffee that he’d also brought, and munch on toasted bagels with cream cheese, lox, capers and onions. Eventually, one would drag the other into the shower where they would enjoy each another carnally.
