2 comments/ 6713 views/ 4 favorites Finding Our Way Pt. 01 By: ScarletLove I was nervous. ..We hadn't been together in such a long time, and there was all this newness between us. We had begun exploring the idea of this new way of life while you were gone. And now... Now, you would be home in a matter of hours, and we would see. Was this going to work? So much effort had been put into this on both of our parts, to fix what had been broken—to bridge the gap that had come between us. I checked my list again. Everything from what you wanted the house to look like, to what I was to wear was on that list. I had been preparing for days. I prayed I had everything to your liking. I wanted tonight to go very well. I wanted more nights and days to follow. I took a few calming breaths when I heard your car in the driveway. I smoothed my hands over the skirt of my dress, and then my hair, checking to be sure everything was in place. The key turned in the lock, and the door eased open. There you stood. The one man who could bring me to my highest highs, and my lowest lows. I prayed you would do both again- Tonight. I walked the few steps between us and offered my lips, saying, "Welcome home." Your eyes searched mine for a moment before you laid your mouth over mine in a sweet kiss of greeting. "Thank you," you said, stepping further into the room. "Is everything as I requested?" Your brow lifted as you smirked at me. I fidgeted briefly under your gaze. "Yes, it is." Again, that brow rose, "How did I request you to address me?" "I'm sorry, Sir. Everything is as you requested." "Then show me." My eye flitted around the room. Did you not see the perfect care of the living room? Did you not smell your favorite dinner cooking? I became more agitated as your gaze intensified. What had I missed? You ran a calming hand down my cheek and brushed my hair from my face. "Shh. No, the house is fine." Your hand slid lightly down my side to lift the edge of my dress. "Show me." My mouth fell open in an O. "Excuse me? ...Sir?" Surely you could not mean what I thought you meant. The blue of your eyes darkened as they always do in arousal. "I want you to show me that you followed my directions. All of them. Do not make me ask again." You crossed the room to sit in your over-stuffed chair. Up went that brow again. Was I going to obey? My heart skipped in my chest, frantic. Could I do this? With slightly shaking fingers, I slid the dress over my shoulders, then my waist and down my legs to pool at my feet. I stood before you in only a pair of heels and thigh high stockings. My newly shaved pussy, the object in question, felt vulnerable. I felt vulnerable. "Raise your arms over your head. Turn." I slowly turned in a careful circle in my heels, to come to face you again. "Now, come here to me." I made my way across the room, trying to walk like the dancers in the video you had sent me to watch. I hoped that I didn't look as awkward as I felt. Finally I made it to you, stopping just in front of your chair. You reached up to pinch one nipple and then the other, watching them harden. I couldn't stop the low moan that escaped my lips. You smiled that slow, knowing smile that melts me every time. "You like that do you," you asked, pinching my nipples even harder. The smack to my breast was hard and fast and unexpected. "You will answer each question I ask. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," I gasped. "Good. You're doing very well. You've been a good girl." Your hands nuzzled my breasts once more before turning your soft explorations to the rest of my body. I was reeling from the switch between hard and soft touches. It was exciting, making me shiver in anticipation. You took one finger and slid it into my pussy. "Oh, baby. You're already so wet." You stood, taking me by the hand. "Come with me. My good girl deserves her reward." "Oh, but dinner..." A hard smack was loud on my ass. "Do not question me. Dinner will wait for a few minutes. You don't want this reward to turn into a punishment, do you?" Remembering our earlier discussions, I knew I did not want that. I started to shake my head, but remembered myself just in time. "No, Sir. Thank you, Sir." A soft kiss was pressed to my lips. "Good girl." You led me to our bedroom, firmly closing the door. "Did you purchase everything as I asked?" "Yes, Sir. I did." "Show it to me." On shaky legs, I walked to the bed and opened the box lying on top of the bedspread. I carefully removed each item from the box, and set it on the bed for your inspection—a bottle of lubrication, a paddle, and a set of Ben-wa balls. Just imagining what you would do to me next was making me wet. "And the other items," You asked, your voice deep and smooth. "I left them in another box, in the closet, as you requested, Sir." "Good girl. I can't wait to try those out on you, but for now we will start out gently." Relief coursed through me. I wasn't sure that I would ever be ready for what was in the closet. "Oh, you'll be ready," you assured me, reading my body language. You knew me very well. "What's more you'll beg me to use them on you. Leave the paddle for now and bring me the other items." My fingers fumbled with the Ben-wa balls and bottle of liquid. You, of course, noticed. You were watching my every move. "My girl, you have nothing to fear in this room—or anywhere else with me. Do you understand? Nothing happens that you are not OK with. You only need to say the word 'No.'" "Yes, Sir, I understand." "Good." Your hands ran through my hair, soothing me before you gripped it in two handfuls to pull me closer. You bent your lips to mine, taking my mouth in a forceful kiss. I welcomed your tongue pushing into my mouth. This was bliss. I moaned against your lips, desperate for more—needing your hands on my body. You broke the kiss and trailed your mouth to my ear, whispering, "Who am I?" Still in a daze from that searing kiss, I answered, "My Husband." The slap to my ass was swift and sharp. I gasped at the sting, embarrassed that it had only made me even more wet. You took my head between your hands, forcing me to look you in the eye. "Who am I to you? Who am I in this room, and anywhere else I want you?" "Master," I stumbled on the word. It was so foreign on my tongue. "You are my Master." "And what are you?" "Yours," I breathed. "I am yours." "Very good girl. You have earned your first reward. I am going to spank you now." I stared at you, not comprehending. Spank me? As a reward? Your hands traveled up my body to toy with my nipples. "No worries, my girl. You will enjoy this one. There will be other spankings that you will not enjoy. But we will start with this. You have earned it." Your hands left my breasts, and I sighed in disappointment. You really had such a way with your hands. You set the balls in my hands, instructing me to put a small amount of the lubrication on them. As I did as you asked, I took a few calming breaths. I trusted you. I did- With all my heart and soul. "Turn around and bend over the chair. Spread you legs out now, good girl. Mm I could just take you right now- Hard. And you would love every second of it, wouldn't you?" Your fingers probed into my pussy, making me moan. Oh, how I wanted more of that. My hips swayed against your hand, urging more from you. "My good girl is so wet already. That will make this easier. But no, I will not fuck you yet. You will have to beg for that privilege, and you're not ready to beg. Now, give me the balls." I handed it to you through my spread legs. Soon, I felt something press into me, filling me. "Now, stand up. How does that feel?" "I don't know how to describe it, Sir. I just feel very...full. It's not uncomfortable at all." "Good. Where is your yoga ball?" "My yoga ball, Sir? It's in the living room." "Go and get it." "But Sir..." "Are you questioning me, my girl?" "No Sir." I left the room to do your bidding. I could feel the weight of the balls inside me, shifting, rubbing against me, massaging me just right. Closing the bedroom door gently behind me, I stood before you, feeling mildly awkward with the yoga ball in my arms. "Set that here, in front of me," you instructed. "Good girl. Lay yourself over the ball, supporting your weight with your hands." "Yes Sir." I was embarrassed by how much I wanted this. My pussy dripped in anticipation. Carefully, I draped myself over the yoga ball. Ready for whatever came next. You massaged my cheeks for a moment, rubbing me into relaxation. The balls inside me continued to move, building on my need. "Tell me you want this spanking. Tell me you need me to spank you." "Please, Sir. I want this. I need this." "What do you need, my girl? I need to hear you say the words." I swallowed back my hesitation, "I need you to spank me, Sir." "Oh, my good girl, I am only too happy to give you what you need. Do not be afraid. I promise you will enjoy this. Are you ready?" "Yes Sir, I am ready." The smack to my ass was different than the previous swats I had received- Still firm, still strong, but without the sting. The next spank was stronger, pushing me into the yoga ball beneath me. I moaned when the balls moved inside me again, creating a glorious pressure inside my pussy. Oh, this was so good. Each smack sent another wave of ecstasy through me, and I was lost in the sensation. I panted as the spanking continued, and the pressure continued to build. I couldn't stop the moans escaping my mouth. "Oh, fuck," I groaned. "So, my Good Girl has a dirty mouth," you purred, your hand keeping that slow and firm pace of spanks to my ass. "Lucky for you, I like it." On the last spank to my ass, you held your hand there, pressing me against the yoga ball, rolling my hips slightly, causing an orgasm to crash over me to leave me spent and dangling in place. "Very good girl. You liked that, didn't you?" You brushed the damp hair from my face, and gathered me in your arms, cradling me against your chest. "Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir." I managed to say. You chuckled quietly. "Good, now go clean up. I'm ready for my dinner." You set me gently on my feet, and gave me a slow delicious kiss while pinching my nipples playfully. "And don't bother changing. You are perfectly dressed for dinner." Finding Our Way Pt. 02 I knew you were waiting for me. Taking a few extra moments to calm myself may not have been the wisest of choices under these circumstances, but I refused to go out there looking like a scared little girl. Being submissive didn't make me weak. It gave me strength. I needed more strength. I pushed aside the last thoughts of poor body image. You wanted me dressed like this because you desired me. Not another, thinner, younger, prettier woman. Me. This body. This woman. I took a breath and straightened my spine, feeling the warm aftermath of the sensual spanking wash over me. I wished for the weight of the Ben-wa balls to be inside me still, but you had insisted I remove them. I hoped to be able to have another spanking like you just gave me. I could handle feeling that good again. I needed to feel that good again. One last deep breath and I sauntered out of our bedroom to the kitchen—wearing only my stockings and heels, as requested. You stood at the kitchen counter, a glass of wine in one hand, and apron in the other. Your dominance radiated off of you, hitting me in a wave. You were so calm. So collected. So damn sexy. If only you knew what it did to me when you looked at me like that. Oh, but of course, you did know. I have no secrets from you. You knew exactly what you did to me, and how much more I wanted. You knew all my hidden desires and all of my secrets. I was yours. "I see you decided to join me." Up quirked that brow, quietly teasing me. "Yes, Sir." I tried not to make eye contact. I still wasn't sure of all the rules and requirements. "Here, you will need this." You set the glass of wine on the counter, and slipped the apron over my head, settled it gently over my breasts before you reached around me to tie the strings in the back. You ran your hands over my bare backside and nuzzled my neck. "Mm. I've been dreaming about this for quite some time. It pleases me to have you so willing now." The warmth of you against me was comforting and exhilarating. I wanted to snuggle against you and sleep. I wanted you to bend me over the counter top and take me. Hard. "This, my girl, is how you will serve dinner when we are alone from now on. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." "What is my expectation then?" "Sir, I am to serve dinner in stockings and heels with an apron on, only." You stepped away from me to admire the way the apron exposed the curves of my breasts, and left my ass completely bare. "Yes, my girl, this will do," you said while you ran a hand down my back to squeeze one round cheek. You left my side to take a seat at the table. I had set it earlier to your specifications—our best dinnerware sat atop a new, freshly ironed table cloth. Long, tapered candles waited to be lit. "Dinner smells wonderful, my girl. You may serve it now." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." I only worried briefly about spilling something hot on myself. I pushed that thought away and just let myself enjoy your gaze on me—loving that you watched every step. The arousal in your eyes was enough to make me wet. I could hardly contain the anticipation of having your hands on me again...or your mouth... I brought the pork tenderloin to the table, and set it beside the salad and roasted red skinned potatoes that you had requested for this meal. Your hands rose and gently ran across the sides of my breast to send a tingle of desire through me. You laid your wide, warm hand over my own, making me think of that hand on my ass not fifteen minutes before. Another wave of desire slid through me, causing my knees to buckle momentarily. "No. I will serve from here. You have done very well so far. Remove your apron and have a seat, my girl." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." I removed the apron and hung it neatly on a hook by the door. I sat in the chair across from you, my nipples hardened under your gaze. "Pinch those for me, my girl." "I...I'm sorry, Sir," I stammered. "Your nipples- They are begging to be pinched and pulled. I am busy serving this amazing meal that you have prepared, so you will have to do it for me." "Yes Sir." I brought my fingers to my breasts, pulling and tugging on my elongated nipples. "Mm, slow down a bit. I want you to enjoy what you are doing." You set my plate before me and began to serve yourself. "I am glad you listened to me and had your nails done. That color makes a lovely contrast against your breasts. Your hands are going to look beautiful wrapped around my cock." I blinked twice, surprised by the vulgar words casually used at the dinner table, before remembering myself. "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." You sat back in your chair, watching me continue to play with my nipples. "I could watch you do that for hours, my girl. Then I could suck on them for a few hours more. But, by then this wonderful meal would be ruined. I would hate for that to happen after everything you have done. You may eat now." "Thank you, Sir." I dropped my hands from my breasts, and picked up my fork and knife to cut into my meal. I took one tentative bite, then sighed in relief. It was still tender and juicy. Still perfect. I wanted so desperately for everything to go exactly right this evening. "I am sure you have a lot of questions, my girl, about what will be expected of you. For tonight, we will address things as they come up. For example, our meals: When we are alone, you will prepare and serve our meals as you just did, but I will prepare your plat. If I serve you too much, you must say so right away, because you will be expected to eat all you are given. Your health is of utmost importance to me. Failure to take care of your self will result in corrective actions. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir, I understand." You rose and went to the kitchen counter to retrieve the glass of wine from the kitchen counter, and set it before me. "Alcohol will only be consumed in moderation, preferably with a meal. You will not have more than two glasses of wine in any evening, and only one glass of wine if we are going to our bedroom for a session. I will consume no more than one drink in the evenings, if that. I will not have any alcohol if I have anything...particularly enjoyable planned. You will notice tonight that I am not having a drink. Your safety is of great importance to me as well. I will not put you at risk." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I took a sip of wine, letting the smooth liquid slide down my throat to soothe my nerves. "There will be more to go over, my girl, but not tonight. I'm afraid there is something we need to get out of the way." You looked at me directly, your face stern and impassive. "I am going to have to spank you." I squirmed in my seat in anticipation. That last spanking in our bedroom had been so erotic. I couldn't wait for another. "Thank you, Sir," I said, my smile practically beaming off of my face. You shook your head, "No my girl. This one won't be like the last one, I'm afraid. This will be a punishment." A ball of fear lodged itself in my belly, making it hard to breathe. "A punishment, but why, Sir? What did I do?" "First, you do not question me, only obey. Do you understand me?" "Yes Sir, I do." "Good girl." You took my hand between your own, holding it tenderly. "You have been trying, so very hard to be perfect tonight. Part of that is to please me, I know. I love that, and appreciate your efforts. But I also see that a part of you fears what will happen if you fail at a task. I want you to see it is nothing to be feared. Think of more as corrective training, than as a punishment. It will be dreaded, yes, as this will hurt. But you should not fear these moments of correction between us. Do you understand?" My head bowed, and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. "Yes Sir. I understand." "Good girl. This will also serve as atonement for all the time before now that you have been neglecting me. It will wipe our slate clean, for this is our new beginning. Do you agree?" I raised my eyes to meet yours, and saw only your love for me, and your hope for our future together. I drew strength from what I saw. "Yes Sir, I agree." "Good girl. Go now to our room. Undress, well remove the few garments you have on." That was said with the smirk I so love. "And set the items neatly to the side. You will kneel and wait for me. I will be in as soon as I finish in the kitchen. Tonight, I will do these chores so that you may have time to reflect." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I went to our room, doing as you asked, then knelt on the floor to wait. I did not sit back on my heels to rest, but kept myself straight, my hands resting naturally to my sides. And I waited. It seemed like a very long time before you came to our room, shutting the door softly behind yourself. "Yes," you said, soothing my nerves with your voice. "Excellent, just as I had envisioned you." You circled around me, examining me from all angles. "Alright, my darling, you will soon see that the waiting is the worst part. Are you ready to begin?" "Yes Sir." "Ah," you admonished. "What do you call me in this room? What am I during corrective activity?" "Master. I am sorry Master." "Yes, that I am. I do regret to tell you that I will have to add additional spankings for that transgression. It is not the first time I have had to remind you tonight. You will now receive a total of 15. Does that sound fair to you?" "Yes Master. Thank you Master." "Very well. Rise and lay yourself over the bed." "Yes Master." As I settled myself over the bed, on my stomach, feet set firmly on the floor, you continued to tell me what to expect. "You will count each strike, 'One Master. Two Master'...and so on. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." "Good Girl. I will only use my hand during corrective actions, but do not worry. It will be plenty painful, and you will not forget your transgression any time soon. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." "Good girl. Now, we will begin." I was not expecting the first strike to be so quick and forceful. Nothing I had received that night could even compare. I lost my breath for a second and could not move. "Now, darling, that will not do. Remember, you must count each one out. We will begin again." "Yes Master." I was slightly more prepared for the next spank to my ass. The lack of surprise did not make it less painful. "One, Master." "Good girl." The next was just as hard, in a slightly different area. "Two, Master." By the time we reached the fifth spank, I was out of breath and beginning to sweat. The blows had restarted their original pattern, and the sting became even sharper. "Seven, Master." Tears started to flow down my face, and I simply let them. There was nothing I could do to stop them, or to stop this punishment. I had willingly given myself to my Master. I would see this through. "Ten, Master." My knees were becoming weak, and I wanted to buckle under the pain. I was thankful I was lying on the bed. There was no way I would have been able to hold myself up for this onslaught. "Fourteen, Master." Soft mewling noises had been coming from my mouth for the past few spanks. I didn't see how I could withstand one more blow. "You are doing very well, darling, one more to go. Relax yourself now. Let the sensation be absorbed into your skin. Do not fear this." The last spank came down hard and swift right at the apex of my thighs. I stifled a groan, and managed to say, "Fifteen, Master. Thank you Master." Before I dissolved into tears. "Shh, now, shh. Wait right here. Do not move." I couldn't speak through my sobs, so I only nodded my agreement. Soon, you returned, and I felt a thick cool cream being spread on my fiery backside. You smoothed the lotion over me, talking softly about I don't know what. After completing those tender administrations, you gently turned me over, and gathered me to your chest. "You were wonderful, my girl. There will be many of these moments of correction between us. They are not to be feared. They will help cement the bond between us. That is the worst you can expect from me. Don't you feel better now?" Your hands were gentle in my hair. I felt oddly relaxed and at peace. "Yes Master. Thank you Master." "Good girl. You may go back to calling me 'Sir.' Let's rest as few moments before we move on." "Move on, Sir?" I was so tired, so drained. I wasn't sure how much more I could handle in one evening. "Here, my girl. Drink this water. And yes, we must move on. Your training begins now." "Yes Sir," my head wheeled. "Training, Sir?" "Yes, training. It's nothing to worry over. You just need to relax and do as you are told." "Yes Sir." You hugged me close for a moment, snuggling me against you. "Good girl. First you must learn how I want my blow jobs." Finding Our Way Pt. 03 My body ached in places I didn't know I had. My ass felt battered and bruised. And you sat there, cradling me tenderly against your chest speaking of blow jobs. Had I been doing them wrong for the past 10 years? I took a slow, cleansing breath, unsure of what to say. What DID one say when told by their husband—their Master, that they must learn how to give a blow job correctly? I said the only thing I could, "Yes Sir." Your hand rubbed my scalp in a way that I have always loved, and a soft kiss was pressed to my forehead. "Good Girl," you told me. I sighed against you. Those two little words did perplexing things to me. I melted against you, happy to please you, while a part of me screamed, "Are you insane? Why are you doing this?? Why are you bending your will to his so readily?" The simple answer was because it made me happy. I wanted this. I needed this. My world now made sense. "You, my darling," you continued in your smooth, sexy voice, "will be required to give me a blow job whenever I request one." "Yes Sir." "Good Girl. It will be at any time, and can be anywhere. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." That gave me a slight trepidation—the anytime, anywhere... "I am going to show you how I want my blow jobs to be, but I can feel your tension. Does this make you nervous, my girl?" "Yes Sir, it does." "It won't. I promise you that. In time you will have no hesitation. Do you trust me," you ask, holding my face still to look me in the eye. "Yes Sir," I whispered, lost in the blue of your eyes. "Good girl. Let's do something to ease that tension, shall we?" You eased me up so that I was sitting taller in your lap. I winced only a little as the pressure shifted on my sore cheeks. "Kiss me." "How shall I kiss you, Sir?" You smiled at me, a little amused, a little tender. "Just kiss me how you would like to be kissed right now." Slowly, cautiously, I pressed my lips to yours, enjoying their fullness, soft and pliant under mine. I let that kiss wash over me, allowing myself to loosen, moaning as your tongue danced around mine. I wanted more than your tongue inside me. Your fingers began to slowly tickle my sides, playing softly with my curves before settling to explore my breasts. Your fingers found my nipple and gave it a quick tug before moving on. I moaned against your mouth again, this time in frustration. I wanted your hands to pull my nipples, to pinch them. I wanted your mouth on them, sucking them hard. You smiled at me, amused by my need, "Be patient my girl. I will get there." The slow exploration of your hands was driving me wild. I arched under your hands, trying to shift so that you would touch me where I needed you to. Each time I shifted, you moved your hand again, never touching me where I desired. "No, no," you admonished. "Keep that up and I'll have to tie you down." I instantly stopped moving. I wasn't sure I could handle being tied down right now. "Yes Sir. I'll be good," I promised. "Mm. I don't think I can trust you right now, sweet girl. You're just so needy." You grinned wickedly at me as you shifted slightly to slide me onto the bed, with my feet still planted on the floor. You laid one leg over my thighs to still them, and pulled my arms over my head, keeping my wrists together with one hand, effectively pinning me in place. "Yes, this will work for now, don't you agree, my girl?" "Yes Sir," I panted. This was so damn hot. Why did I like this so much? It didn't really matter. Your mouth had found my breast, and I lost all train of thought. I moaned as you scraped your teeth on my nipple, and I arched against you so you would take the whole thing into your mouth. But, of course, you did not. I whimpered in disappointment. You took one of your warm, wide hands and slid it from my breast, over my belly and down until you cupped my pussy. "Mm. I haven't had a chance to explore this yet. It's so smooth. You did a very nice job here. Good girl." "Thank you, Sir," I barely managed to get the words out. Your fingers were playing with the lips of my pussy, over and around my clit, making me moan. You bent your mouth to my breasts and took in as much as you could, sucking hard, while two of your fingers slid inside me, fucking me with your hand. "Oh, God. Please Sir. Fuck me." I was panting hard as your fingers continued to play with my pussy, increasing your pace until I was on the verge of coming. "Sh. No, not yet. Not yet," you soothed with your voice as you took my clit between two of your fingers and pinched. "Oh, Fuck," I groaned. "Please Sir..." "You are so wet right now, my girl, absolutely soaking. You like this, don't you? Being at my mercy really turns you on, doesn't it?" "Yes Sir, it does. I am so hot for you right now. I'll do anything you ask, just please, fuck me." "Mm good," you replied, letting go of my wrists, and to my great dismay, my pussy as well. "Kneel before me, my girl." "Wait. What?" I couldn't track my thoughts. You stopped. Why had you stopped?? Deftly, you flipped me onto my stomach, and gave my ass a few hard spanks. "Do not question. Only obey. Do you remember that rule, or do I need to remind you again?" "No Si—Master. I remember." "Good girl. You may continue to call me Sir. Now, get on your knees. It is time for your first lesson." I knelt before you, trembling slightly. I ached from that smack to my ass, and my pussy ached for an entirely different reason. "Be a good girl, and I'll fuck you, understand? Do as I say, and this time, I will cum where you need me to. It won't be down your throat, or on your face, or even over your beautiful breasts—it will be in your pussy." "Yes Sir, thank you Sir," I said eagerly. "Good girl. You may only use your mouth to suck me off. Now, hands behind your back—there's a good girl. If only you could see yourself right now. You are so beautiful kneeling before me like that. Thank you for this my darling. Your submission is a wonderful gift." "Thank you, Sir." I scooted closer, admiring you. Your cock was so thick, so hard. I ached to have it inside me, pounding me. Slowly, I licked you from base to tip, letting my tongue dance across the slit there, enjoying the salty taste of you. I put my mouth around the tip of your cock, gently sucking on the head, rolling my tongue across the top before sliding my mouth down the your length, taking in as much of you as I could before sliding back up. "Mm. Good girl, that's right, nice and slow. Savor this. Savor my cock in my mouth. It is your privilege to do this." You gathered my hair into your hands, pulling it into a pony tail, guiding my head up and down over your shaft, controlling my pace. I increased the pressure of my mouth, and I was rewarded with a groan. "Careful there or you won't get fucked." Instantly I gentled my mouth. I needed your cock inside my soaking pussy. I did not want to lose my chance at that. I let go of your cock to slide my mouth down to your ball sack, gently licking them before taking each one into my mouth in turn. I ran my tongue over them, playing with them before letting go to return to what I hungered for most. I let my jaw relax, and took you deeper into my mouth—more than I ever had before, and sucked in earnest. I felt you grow even harder and firmer still and then abruptly, your cock was out of my mouth. You drew me up by the hair, shoving me face down on the bed. You spread my legs wide open and found my slick wet pussy with your fingers before shoving your thick cock into me. Once, twice, three times you pumped. One hand grabbed my ass, the other my hair. I moaned loudly, on the verge of coming. "You better cum now, if you want an orgasm tonight," your voice was rough and thick. "Cum now, cum with me," you demanded. I felt you thicken and spurt deep inside me, your climax forcing me into mine. My muscles tightened around your cock, milking every last drop of your seed into me. I shook beneath you on the bed— blown away by the intensity of my release. I felt the heavy weight of you drape over my back, spent. I could lay there forever in the afterglow, warm and content. But this was just our beginning. Finding Our Way Pt. 04 You mumbled something incoherent, your face still pressed against the mattress. "I'm sorry...Sir? I couldn't make that out." The weight of you was beginning to feel suffocating, and I squirmed a bit trying to find a better position to breathe. It was no use—you were a dead weight atop of me. You lifted your head to look down on me, "Squishing you, am I? "Only a little, Sir," I managed to say. You rolled off me with more than a little effort, and pulled me to lie against your chest. Taking one of my hands, you brought it to your lips. "I said, 'Dammit, I wanted to see how that nail color looked wrapped around my cock.'" "Oh." I ducked my head against you, grinning like a fool. "Well, next time, Sir. We do aim to please." You rolled off the bed, and tugged me along with you by the hand. "C'mon, my love, we need to shower." This was something that I had always been shy about before. I don't really know why, but showering together had always seemed more intimate than sex and that level of intimacy frightened me. But I pushed all those thoughts away and followed you into our bathroom. I was determined to follow through in my submission to you. You turned the water on in our tiled shower stall to give it time to warm up. One of your hands went to my cheek to smooth back my hair. I peeked up at you shyly through my lashes. "I must look a mess right now. I refuse to look in the mirror, Sir!" "You refuse, do you?" Up quirked that brow, and there was that smirk. You brought your hands to my hips and turned me to the mirror. You then pulled me back against you, your chin resting on top of my head. "Do you know what I see," you asked, your hands tracing lazy circles across my torso. "I see a beautiful woman—MY woman, in that mirror. Look how your skin glows, my Love. You look lit up from the inside. I haven't seen you look this happy in a long time." "Oh, but my hair," I protested. "Your hair looks like you've just rolled out of bed after a good fucking. Trust me, my Love; nothing is sexier than your hair right now." Your hands circle their way to my breasts, and you cupped them gently in your palms, "Except maybe for these." You squeezed my breasts together gently, massaging them. I began to feel the anticipation build up in my body. "Oh Sir, I love when you do that. It's just...I'm so sore. I don't think I can again." I meet your eyes in the mirror, silently begging for your understanding. Your eyes mocked my pleading expression. "Oh, my girl, it's so cute that you think you have a say in this." One of your hands continued its attention to my breasts; the other began to slide downward. I squirmed in anticipation and agitation. Did I want you to stop or continue? It was both... "Please, Sir...I really can't..." "Oh, my girl," you sighed. "You can. You will. What's more—you'll watch." You held me trapped in your embrace, as I squirmed against your hands. I let out a soundless giggle as you began to tickle my sides lightly. "Oh no. No tickling! Unfair!!" I giggled helplessly and wriggled against you some more. You pinched and tickled and teased me until I saw myself in the mirror. I watched my body move against yours, my breasts bouncing, my hips swaying, the joy on my face—and everything changed. My breath hitched in a small gasp, as full arousal hit me. You felt the change in me and instantly stopped the playful teasing. Your hands became sensual once more, arousing me with the lightest of touches. Your eyes help mine in the mirror. "Keep watching," you encouraged me. "Watch how beautiful you are." Your hand had found my clit, and you rubbed your fingers there, building on my need. I turned my face to your neck and closed my eyes, ready to lose myself in the sensations. "No," you tell me, your palm resting on my throat with your fingers cupping my jaw. "I want you to watch. Open your eyes and watch yourself cum." I opened my eyes and saw a woman teetering on the edge of orgasm. She moaned and writhed to the rhythm set by the man behind her. I watched his thick fingers pinch her clit before slipping inside her pussy. I moaned with her as he picked up the pace. I fell as she fell, giving myself to the powerful wave. I looked into her eyes as that last wave took her over the edge, and she shook in her lovers arms. I leaned back against you, panting heavily. "Oh my fucking god," I managed to say. You grinned at me over my head in the mirror. "You're pretty damn hot, don't you agree?" I smiled back at you in astonishment, "Maybe I am, Sir." "No maybe's about it my Love. Now come on, into the shower with you. Hopefully we have some hot water left." "Well, Sir, maybe you shouldn't have left it running all this while," I teased. You looked down at me, a mock frown on your face as you considered my statement. "Maybe not, girl," you conceded. "But if I have to take a cold shower, it's your ass that will pay for it." I grinned at you feeling very cheeky and loved. "Promise," I asked as I stepped into the steamy shower stall. You stepped in behind me, pulling the glass door shut. One of your fingers tilted my face to yours, concern in your deep blue eyes. "What's wrong, my darling? You look so sad." I tried to turn from you, mildly embarrassed that you had read my face so well. "It's nothing Sir, I'm fine." You kept a hand on my cheek to prevent me from turning away. "No Love, no secrets anymore. You are to share your thoughts with me. All of them." I closed my eyes as I became even more embarrassed. "Really, Sir, it's nothing-- Silly even." You stepped closer to wrap an arm around my waist. "Open your eyes and tell me, girl." I opened my eyes, took a deep breath and burst out, "I was just disappointed that the water was still warm, Sir." You looked down at me, face blank as you processed that. Then a huge grin spread over your mouth. "Because I said I'd spank you if the water was cold?" I nodded once as a blush covered my body. You wrapped your arms tighter around me, hugging me close, and rocking us together as laughter shook through your body. "Oh, sweet girl, all you ever have to do is ask. I will be happy to take care of that need." I bit my cheek to keep my grin at bay; I struggled to keep a prim look on my face. "Thank you, Sir. I will keep that under advisement." "You do that, girl," you told me between chuckles. "Now pass me your shampoo." You lathered up my hair, massaging my scalp with your strong fingers. I let myself relax into the soothing sensations of the warm water and your fingers in my hair. I took your bottle of body wash, squeezed a good amount into my hands, and worked it into a lather. I began washing your back, smoothing my sudsy hands across the broad muscles of your back. Slowly, I washed you, making my way down your ass, down your thighs. You turned so that I could wash your front. I applied more soap to my hands before running them over your chest, loving the feel of your strength beneath my fingers. I washed your muscled arms, down to your hands, taking an extra minute to massage your palms. I then knelt at your feet, washing then carefully as the warm water poured over your body, washing the suds away. I massaged my way up your calves, up your rock hard thighs before coming head to head with your cock. I put a little more soap in my hands, and slid them around your already pulsing member. You glided with ease through my hands, slick from the water and soap. I stare at it, transfixed. I had never really looked this closely at your naked form before. You are wonderfully made—thick and strong throughout your body; your cock was no exception. "Hm...well, what do you know, Sir," I teased, giving your cock a slow squeeze. "This nail color does look pretty damn hot wrapped around you." You looked down at me through your long lashes. "You are right, girl. Now stand up, I'm not done with you yet." I reluctantly release your manhood, and stand beneath the shower head, rinsing the last of your soap from my body. You stand back and watched as the water ran over my breasts, one of your hands stroking your cock slowly. You take my body wash and indicate that I should turn my back to you. You gave me the same treatment I had just given you—you wash my body slowly, thoroughly, drawing out your motions. You pulled me back against you, my ass nestled against your cock, and you reached around to wash my front. Your hands ran over me, slick with the soap, massaging my breasts. My hips began to sway against you, your cock sliding between my ass cheeks. "Oh, my girl," you groan as you grabbed my hips and rubbed your cock against me. I loved the feel of you as you spread my cheeks—I gasped and tried to pull away when you pressed the head of your cock against my back end. "Um, Sir, I don't..." "Shh, I know," you reassured me. "You're not ready for this yet. But know this, my girl-- I WILL claim your ass as my own." You went back to rubbing against me, sliding yourself between my round cheeks, squeezing them together against your cock. "Take one of your hands and play with your sweet spot, my girl." I bend forward slightly, gasping when I feel the head of your shaft press once more against the entrance to my back end. I paused for a moment, unsure of what you were going to do. I was mildly disappointed when you didn't try to posses me there, but instead slid between my cheeks once more. I brought a hand to the slit of my pussy, sliding my fingers between the lips to play with my clit. I rubbed myself gently, slowly, teasing myself as my breath became heavy and the need built up inside me. You grabbed my hair, pulling me back as you pumped your hips. "Faster, my girl. Harder." I groaned as I picked up the pace, feeling my wet juices as they dripped from my pussy. I pushed my hips back to you, grinding against your cock, and my hand. "Please, Sir. Please, fuck me," I begged, moaning in the sudden need to have you fill me. "My girl, I thought you were sore," you mocked, continuing to slide your thickness between my cheeks. "Are you sure you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, Please, Sir," I begged. "I need you inside me." "Alright my girl, but I will not cum inside you again tonight. You have not earned that yet." "Yes Sir, please Sir," I panted. You held my hips steady and filled me from behind in one sure, hard stroke. You pumped into me roughly, grinding my hips into you as I continued to rub my clit. I moaned loud and long when one hand reached up to pull at my hair again. Your other hand reached around to pull at one nipple; I screamed your name as my orgasm took me, sending my body into convulsions. "Oh, Love," you groaned as you pumped into me one more time before pulling out to rub between the cheeks of my ass once more. Soon, I felt the warmth of your seed spread over my ass as you found your own release. I had to lean forward against the shower wall to stay upright. After a moment or two had passed, I felt another liquid being squirted onto my ass, this one cold, as you washed away the last of your cum from my body. I gasped as the water suddenly turned cold, and jumped out of the spray. You grinned as you caught me from slipping. "Careful there, my girl; I'd hate to have to explain this in the ER." I grinned back at you. "It would be totally worth it, Sir...besides, the water went cold..." I trailed off, giving you my best hopeful big eyed expression. You turned me to face the wall, and gave me one good, solid, stinging smack to my ass. "Take that on account, my girl. I'm exhausted. Let's get to bed." I hid my disappointment as we towel off and climb into bed, naked. You nestled me against your chest, and I am content to lie in your arms. "My Love, are you still awake," you whisper into the darkness. "Yes Sir." Hmm, maybe after all...? "I just wanted to thank you for this, my girl," you say as you squeezed me closer in a hug. I looked up at you, trying to see your expression, "For what, Sir?" You kissed my forehead before saying, "Playing...you haven't been playful in a long time. I missed this. I've missed you. Thank you for this gift." "Oh. You're welcome, Sir." I lay against you, quietly thinking to myself. "Sir," I questioned after a few moments had passed, hopeful that you hadn't fallen asleep just yet. "Yes, my girl. What is it?" "I was surprised, Sir...at the shift in mood. I wasn't expecting it. I liked it Sir... I liked not knowing what to expect from you. I think...." I paused, trying to phrase my thoughts just right. "I think I can do this, Sir. Really, I can, if we can be both. If we can be serious, with some fun mixed in." "Mm, good," you tell me, clumsily patting my head in your exhaustion. "That's one thing you can expect from me in this—the Unexpected." You rolled over so we lay nose to nose, and kissed me there. "I'm glad you want some of the fun too, because I'm not going to be able to be Master all the time. That guy's going to be a hard ass, and I don't want you to get sick of him right off the bat." You swatted my ass one last time for the night. "Just don't expect to be getting away with anything," you continued, your voice going stern. "Bending you over my knee when you get out of line will be plenty of 'fun' for me. Now, go to sleep, girl. Tomorrow will be a busy day." "Yes Sir. Good night. I do love you so." I fell asleep, tangled in your arms, dreaming of being bent over your knee.