Saturday, 23 October 2010

Object

Lust fills me.

I sit in the darkened room until I hear you come in then I am up on my feet and moving at speed to intercept you at the door. You open your mouth to say something and then you see the need written on my face. You have time to close the door and drop your bag before I am on you.

Your mouth barely has time to open before my hand closes roughly over it. Your eyes widen in surprise and shock as I push you up against the door, your back connecting with it and your breathing changing, quickening. You know this mood and I can sense your pussy oiling as my other hand goes up your skirt.

You stand docile, not moving as my fingers push your thighs apart, hard enough to leave little bruises on the flesh of your inner thighs. You can see in my eyes that you are on object for me tonight. One to be used. A vessel for my lusts.

I tear your panties to one side and find you dripping already but it does little to assuage the hunger. I turn you to the wall, my hand pressing your face against it, squashing your beautiful features and you let out a whimper as I pull your panties down to your knees. I'm hard and waste no time in pulling your hips out so I can get at you better.

My cock pushes between your lips, opening you, stretching you, penetrating you. I force my way inside you and begin to fuck you roughly. I don't care about your comfort or your pleasure tonight. I am an animal and you are my prey. My fingers twine in your hair to keep you still as I use you, finally amidst a whirl of whispered threats and grunts of passion I come inside you, biting down on the back of your neck as I fill your cunt with my seed.

You dare to look round at me, your eyes filled with need and desire as I finish. My eyes betray nothing for you. I turn you and still holding you by the hair I drag you into the bedroom and push you to your knees in the furthest corner. I find a rope and tie your wrists behind you, tightly. A bag goes down over your head and I pull you into a kneeling position, facing the wall.

I leave you there, my spunk trickling out of your used pussy and down your thighs as I sit on the bed, still simmering with lust. I will use you again later, my slut. In the meantime I look at you, my object, stoking my lust, feeling it build again.

It will be a long night for us both.

Monday, 18 October 2010

On switching.

We are lucky, blessed enough to not have ultimate limits on our relationship. We have found a balance where I am normally in control. You submit to me and I am the dominant. I love this and it feels like the norm in our relationship.

Sometimes I feel the need within me to submit to you. You have a need within you to take my submission and enjoy that dominance over me.

It's not a weakness to want to submit to you. Actually I find it thrilling to kneel to you and I love your style of domination. It is an extension of your personality, an alter ego who teases and tests me. You take my breath away.

I feel so excited to know that you have ordered my collar and that it will arrive in a few days. You won't be in a position to fit me with it for another 61 days but I will control myself and not open the package until you are here with me.

I can't wait for that moment, though, my dearest Mistress, to be before you as you place it around my neck for the first time. It feels no less symbolic to me than a wedding ring.