I think I’d enjoy a day where my knees can’t leave the floor.
blowjob
When Sir arrived on Saturday, I picked him up and gave him a little time to shower off, have some lunch and get his bearings. Then, I told him I had a surprise and took him on a hike with me. It was a pretty afternoon, so I figured we should take advantage of the weather.
There were some people on the trails, but when I had gotten him somewhat alone, I showed him that I had a little bit of rope and some condoms in my bag.
“Brave girl,” he teased and we went a bit deeper, trying to find somewhere that would be a little less easy to get caught in. Apparently, a lot of people had the same idea to enjoy the nice weather.
While we were looking, we heard a rustle in the brush. Sir took hold of my shoulder and pointed to a deer a few yards ahead of us. We made eye-contact with the buck for a while before he continued along, as did we.
A few minutes later, we encountered this really graceful doe, followed by a little fawn who wasn’t quite used to its legs yet. I got all excited and we stopped and watched them for a while. It was the absolute best.
We couldn’t find total privacy and I was too nervous to do much, but I did give him a blowjob out there. I liked how he called me a dirty girl for sucking his cock in public, but I have to admit my favorite part was the deer.
He calls me his Queen of Coney Island.
We were in his bed and I was sucking Sir’s cock.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
I nodded and moaned around his length. His fingers were laced into my hair and, with a quick tug, he pulled my mouth off of him. He took his cock into his hand and went to move me, but hesitated. With a grin, he shoved his cock back into my mouth.
“Nevermind,” he explained, “I like the way you suck my cock too much. You’re going to do it some more.”
Whatever you need, whenever you need it.
I promise.
If I am being totally honest, I used to be kind of selfish. I had trouble understanding how I could enjoy things like service and cock worship. It would feel tedious and I would be anxious about not doing well. I wasn’t able to just relax into it and derive any kind of pleasure from it. Instead, I just did it and eagerly waited my turn to get something out of it.
But, as I’ve become more comfortable with my sexuality and picked better partners, I’ve really started enjoy worshipping a cock like this.
In fact, it’s sort of what I’ve spent a good part of this afternoon thinking about.
Yesterday, he grabbed me a little like this and dipped me down so my head hung over the side of the bed.
I rubbed my clit while I licked and sucked his cock, letting him thrust and fuck my face as I did. He shoved so deep into my throat that his scrotum blocked my nostrils, completely cutting off my breath. When he pulled back, I coughed and sucked in air hungrily.
But I still let him keep doing it over and over.
Full Service, Part Three
Soon, we went up to my bedroom and I took out the items of our mutual sex toy collection that wound up at my place: two separate lengths of rope, a pair of tweezer-style nipple clamps, a pair of clover clamps, a flogger and my knockoff hitachi (whose power apparently pales in comparison to the real thing.)
He ordered me to remove my clothes and pointed for me to kneel in front of him. I obeyed, wanting to be good for him.
“Bring me the rope,” Craftsmate said. I obeyed as he moved to stand by my bed. “In your mouth.“
"Yes, Sir,” I replied, taking the rope into my mouth carefully and crawling over to him. I set it down at his feet and gazed up at him eagerly. As he reached down to muss my hair, I felt this really overwhelming urge to be good for him. I wanted so badly to just be a good girl.
So, I set to kissing his cock through his slacks, nuzzling it and staring up at him with my best pleading eyes until he removed his pants. “If you want me to let you go deep,“ he said, holding a fistful of my hair, “you’ll be a very good girl and treat my cock well.”
The only issue was that worshipping his cock made me subspaced anyway. It got to the point where I would deep throat him, pull back to breathe and feel so spacey and dizzy that I would slump forward. He would grab me back the hair and put me back onto his cock, letting me go deeper as he took charge.
“I’m deep already,” I murmured. My voice had gotten small. “I’m really deep.“
He smiled and settled down onto the floor beside me, holding me close. When he kissed my forehead and my cheeks, I felt myself swell in the warm way I do when he’s sweet while I’m starting to get really subspaced.
"You want me to tie you up?” he asked, stroking my hair. I nodded, moaning softly. He reached down and picked up my panties. After balling them up, he held them out to me. “In your mouth. Now.“
Without objection, I accepted them and pressed the wad of lace past my teeth.
So, I hurt my back/shoulder a little bit yesterday and told Craftsmate about it before he came to visit me today and we had a super fun, super sexy/blushy day that I’ll post more about.
But I’d just like to share right now that while I was sucking his cock, he reached down to where I had hurt myself and gave me a really nice, attentive massage.
Because reciprocity and generosity and considerateness are all awesome.
