Wife in charge [femdom] [anal] [30-ish old characters]

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A week ago Lisa had hung me from a hook and more or less savaged me, leaving bruises, hickies, bite and lash marks all over my torso, and my muscles fatigued and sore. The third day after, while I was trying to discover a position in bed that wasn’t painful, she came in naked, with sad eyes. She pulled the covers back and looked at my marked body. The bruises were turning yellow in places. Her eyes were wet

She muttered, “Never again.”

“Sounds good to me.”

She looked me in the eyes, her face sorrowful. “I want to hold you.” A declaration that was somehow a question too.

I’ve got no defense against her sorrow. I just want to make her feel better. “Only if you hold me tight.”

She made a soft sound of relief and snuggled up to me, gently. It was good.

The next few days we had sweet, ordinary sex. The most aggressive she got was when she worked her way up my chest and sat on my face, her hands tugging my hair as she screamed in orgasm. We did all the things we had done before. It was satisfying and safe. 

Thursday I came home from work. She was sitting on the couch in the front room, wearing red panties and a silky camisole. A very good look on her.

“Come sit on my lap, baby.”

I laughed. “I’d crush you.”

“Then sit next to me.” She patted the couch on her left side. I sat there.

She squirmed over my lap and straddled me. Pulling her top over her head and leaning into me, she buried her face in the hollow of my neck, which she gently licked. Leaning back she pulled my shirt up and aside, sending buttons everywhere. I put my arms back and let her rip it off. She pressed her body into mine, her breasts squeezed against my chest. We kissed for a time. 

“We need to talk, baby.” She was whispering into my ear.

“I know.”

She took her time, breathing on my neck. “I went too far. We won’t do any of that again. We’ll go back to how it used to be.”

It was hard for me to say, and I started blushing. “I’m not sure I want to go back. Or not all the way back …”

She breathed in loudly and pushed back to look at me. “Really? You like what I’ve been doing to you?”

I didn’t want to meet her eyes but she held my head making me look at her. “Some of it.” My face was burning.

She smiled slightly. “What some of it?”

I had to think for a while. When I’m on the spot I’m not all the time articulate. “It’s important to me that I take care of you. And I have. In all kinds of ways. That time in St. Louis …” There had been an incident walking back to our car. “Standing between you and a threat … it felt like something I was born for.” I didn’t want to bring up an old argument, but I added, “I just wish you’d have run like I told you to.”

“Like I’d  ever leave you behind.” She’d stood next to me with a savage grin and said, with a Guy Ritchie gangster accent I hadn’t known she could do, “Well, come on then if you think you’re hard enough, ye cunts!” We all looked at her, including me, and that might have been the moment I realised how special she was.  I tried to back her play but I was full of fight or flight chemicals, and couldn’t think of anything from contemporary British crime movies. 

All I got was Alex from A Clockwork Orange. “Come and get some in the yarbles, that is if you have any yarbles!”

She looked at me and rolled her eyes ever so slightly. I read her mind. “Are you a fucking idiot?”  I reponded with a tiny shrug. “I didn’t know I would have to do improv tonight,” I wondered at her. 

She faced the enemy and used her accent again. “Oi! Too right!”

I started giggling and then she did too. The enemy told each other that it wasn’t worth messing with “those crazy fuckers.” After they left we collapsed in laughter.

“Ok, that was a great time. But … as much as I felt right protecting you, knowing that you were protecting me kind of made me feel …”

She asked, “Made you feel how?”

“Warm and creamy.”

She laughed and I joined her. 

“So what do you like that I’ve done?”

I was blushing and embarrassed. “Don’t make me say.”

“When I took your temperature? When I spanked you?”

I nodded. 

“And pegging?”

“When you’re not too rough.”

“What about tying you up?”

I wanted to explain this right, which took some wondered. “I want to please you. I want to give you everything you want. You can tie me up if you want.” She started to speak but I interrupted her. “You can’t hurt me like that any more though. I like when you tell me what to do, at least in bed. That was a surprise.” More wondered. “But I’ve been in pain for a week. I’ve barely recovered. I’m only just now able to walk normally.” I took a deep breath. “We can’t keep doing that.” 

She sat up higher and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face into her chest. “We won’t do that anymore, baby.”

I sighed. “Ok, then.”

She leaned into me and whispered in my ear. “You still might be walking funny tomorrow though …”

“Wait, what?”

She pulled back and switched ears, whispering, “Your ass is in for a long night.”

I felt a little chill down my back. With her hand on the back of my neck she noticed. “Oh my God! I felt your hair stand up! That’s the coolest thing that’s ever happened!”

I denied it. “My hair didn’t stand up.”

“Say what you want. I know what I felt.” She looked at me. “Go get ready, baby.” She meant that I should use the toilet if I needed to and shower, which I did.

When I got to the bedroom I saw she had lit candles. She was lighting one on the dresser with her back to me. She was naked and not wearing a harness. I had expected a long pegging, which had me nervous, but if not, what? An extended spanking? Wouldn’t that be worse?

Having lit the candle she blew out the match and turned to face me. She was wearing a pink dildo, long but not too very thick. It was not realistically shaped like some of her other ones, being smooth throughout its length, though swollen at the head.

“Ok, what’s holding that on?” Though I had some idea.

“Holding it in, you mean. Kegels! It’s a Feeldoe!” She flexed internal muscles and the toy flopped up and down a bit. “See? I can move it like yours.”

I smiled. “Yes, I see. Very cute.”

“Well come on. I’ve been waiting to try this for a week.” She opened a drawer and pulled out the cuffs she’d used to hang me from the ceiling. “Let’s put these on.”

I might have some PTSD from the last time she used those. My heart started racing and I said, “Um, I’d rather not use those tonight …”

In the dim candlelight I don’t think she could see my face, but she might have heard something in my voice. “No, of course not, baby. I’ll put them away.” Which she did.

There were pillows in the middle of the bed. “How do you want me?” She’d had me face up, face down, and bent over the couch once.

“Face down this time. It won’t be so tiring.” Tiring for who?

I positioned myself over the pillows, ass up. She leaned forward a bit, her toy resting between my cheeks, and tugged on the pillows, pulling them lower on my hips and aiming my butt in a more vertical direction. Then she sat up, straddling my thighs.

“Flex your cheeks a bit. Squirm.”

“Aww jeez.” So embarrassing. I did it anyway.

She took a shuddering breath. “You have no idea how much I like this view.” She put a hand on me. “Since you followed my orders I’ll go a little easier on you. Maybe a shorter spanking …”

“If I was good, do I even need a spanking? Maybe we can skip that?”

“Hmm. I’ll have to fill the missing time with a longer fucking then …”

“Wait, let me think …” 

“How about I just add a little color then?” She started spanking me, not too fast and not too hard, alternating cheeks. It really didn’t hurt much at first, but from the other time she’d spanked me I knew the sensations would create over time, and could eventually become excruciating.

Before that happened she stopped and leaned back, regarding her handiwork. “I want you pink, but it’s hard to tell with these candles. I’ll have to keep going until I can see the results.”

“Wait! I can tell they’re pink. Put your hands on me and you’ll feel they’re warm!”

She put her hands on my cheeks and squeezed them. “They’re a biiit warm …”

“Then turn on the lights and see!” She didn’t respond but kept gently rubbing and squeezing me. I tried a ploy and started squirming again.

“Oh, you naughty boy. I know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?”

She laughed. “Yes. Yes it is.” She leaned over me again and opened a bedside drawer. Sitting up again she applied lube to her dildo and, spreading my cheeks with her left hand, squirted some on my anus.

Keeping her left hand in place she lined up the head of her toy and started pushing it in. It hadn’t looked too thick before but it hurt going in. Whenever she pegged me it hurt in the beginning.

Eventually it popped in and there was some relief though I still felt painfully stretched. She paused a moment and then began pushing deeper, very slowly.

“Wait, wait, stop a minute. Let me get used to it.” I was nervous and talking fast.

“I’ll go slow. It’ll help if you try to push it out.” She kept going deeper, slowly but inexorably.

I tried to push it out and it did help, though I was nearly panicking from the vulnerability of my situation. If she decided to shove it in I couldn’t withstand, and she’d done that before. I was squirming for real this time.

Eventually she bottomed out, laying my back. We were both breathing hard. She turned my head to the right and held my face down with one hand. She ran her nails gently down my back with the other. 

“Reach back and spread your cheeks so I can get all the way in, baby.”

I would not do that. She was bottoming out. “You’re all the way in now. There’s no more room.”

“There’s always a bit more room. Like packing a suitcase.” How romantic. She slid her hands down and pulled my cheeks aside, and somehow found another inch of depth. “See?”

She began slowly rocking back and forth, her breasts sliding up and my back as she moved. “Put your arms down.” I did, and she hugged my torso, pinning my arms to my side. Increasing her tempo she reached a hand up and grabbed my hair. Pretty soon she was slamming into me, muttering under her breath, “Take it baby. Just take it.”

From long experience I could tell when she was approaching orgasm, but this time it took longer than I expected. She was pounding in and out, both of us panting, for an interminable length of time. I might have used a safe word but it seemed like it would be over soon so I tried to wait her out. It wound up being a long wait.

When she reads this I think she might not like me sharing that when she comes she squirts. This time when she came it was like someone poured a glass of warm water on my butt, as she ground into me, gasping with pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming and I lost a certain amount of muscular control, my whole body shuddering. Eventually she slowed down and finally came to rest, pinning my arms to my body and breathing hard. I lay there limp and exhausted.

When she caught her breath she spoke quietly. “Best. Toy. Ever.” She kissed my back and slid her hands to my head, my hair. “What do you think?”

I was able to talk now. “It was … intense.”

“I hope you like it, because we’re going to be doing this a lot.”

“Give me a few days to recover first, ok?”

“We’ll see about that. But you misunderstood. I meant a lot tonight. You didn’t think we were done yet? I’ve just started.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

She wasn’t kidding. She started moving again and I realised that she’d be fucking me for a long time. She’s multi orgasmic and can pretty much keep coming until she’s too tired to move or my tongue gets exhausted. Something I’d like for myself, but nope. Thanks Obama.

She came 4 more times, I think, each time at the end of a 20 minute cycle which would finish with her slamming into me really hard. I wound up limp and passive as she had her way with me. I’ve heard of sub space and I guess that’s where I was, because my brain wasn’t functioning normally. Eventually I started thinking again and realised she’d been still for a while. Listening to her breathing I realised she had dozed off.

“Lisa.” No response. “Lisa!”

In a drowsy voice she said, “Be quiet baby. Mommy’s  sleeping.” Mommy?

Still, I laughed. “Lisa! Wake up!”

She woke up and reflexively started moving in me again. “Mmmm.”

“Don’t start again, Lisa! I need some sleep for work tomorrow.” Today. I had to be at work in 4 hours.

She kept thrusting gently but eventually sighed and pulled out. I exhaled with relief. “We could have slept like we were, you know.” She sounded a bit annoyed. 

“I can’t sleep with that thing in me. Are you kidding?”

“Why not? I did.”

I laughed. “It wasn’t in your butt.” I started to roll over to get up but she pushed me down.

“Stay still. I’m gonna clean you off.” She climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom, coming back with the baby wipes and trash can. She began wiping her come and our sweat off my ass.

“Your backside smells like my front side.” She was rubbing me gently, cleaning our mess. 

“Um … ew?”

She laughed. “No, I like it.” She stopped rubbing. “Oh my God, wait! That gives me an idea! Don’t move.” She rolled off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

“I’ll just lie here until you come back,” I said to the empty room.

When she came back she straddled my thighs again. 

“No more pegging now, Lisa. I’m worn out.”

“Shh. I’m not pegging you. Keep still.” She again spread my cheeks and I felt something being inserted into me. It wasn’t big but by now I was really sore. I tried to squirm away but she held me in place. The friction stopped but I felt pressure create inside. 

“What the hell are you doing??”

She suddenly pulled whatever she’d put in me out, though there was still some pressure. Spreading my cheeks with both hands she inspected my ass.

“That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen …” Her voice was breathy.

“What?”

She moved a hand and I felt a tug on my anus. “Your tampon string hanging out.” She pulled it around in a circle, not removing it but stretching me from every angle.

I groaned. “Just take it out please?”

“I’ll take it out when the alarm goes off. That’s only 3 hours.” She pulled me off the pillows and into her spoon, wrapping her arms around my chest. “You’re my sweet baby.” She fell asleep almost immediately.

So did I.

LISA HAD BOUGHT a feeldoe dildo, and loved it so much she wanted to use it every night. On me. By numerous means I managed to get roughly every other day off. I won’t explain all ways I used, but she already busted me on pretending to be too sore to sit down. She would insist that I lay on my stomach, so we could both be on the couch to watch the 4K tv. I tried to get a position with my head on her lap but she complained that it was too bony for her long term comfort. Instead she would have me lie over her lap in the traditional spanking position. A position that allowed her to get up to all sorts of mischief. She would say I felt warm and insist on taking my rectal temperature, because, Covid. Or claim that I was sore because my hemorrhoids looked inflamed, and apply ointment with her fingers, inside and out. The solution was worse than the issue.

Sunday night she was kneeling on our bed with her legs spread and my legs wrapped around her hips. Pegging me face up, she had one hand on my chest and one on my penis. A dangerous position for me. If I came first she wouldn’t stop until she came, and once I come it stops being fun and becomes a “close your eyes and think of England” experience. She likes for me to be aroused so I don’t think she actually tries to make me come first, except I’m pretty sure she did a few times. She’s not above causing me discomfort.

This time things worked out. She synced my release perfectly with hers, which to be fair, was all the time amazing. The results weren’t entirely fair though. Her come drained into my groin and asshole. Mine squirted all over my upper body, with a glob landing on my right eyebrow. She noticed and started giggling, and I performed a little sketch where I pretended to be shocked and horrified by the come my face. It made her laugh, and when she laughs I do too.

She pulled me up and drew me into her body, smearing my semen between us. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing my upper arms to my chest, but my forearms were free and I was able to hold her breasts and pinch her nipples, which were slippery. Squeezing me into her, she licked the come off my face, then used her chin to push my head sideways, and put her mouth on my neck, sucking and biting. She used to avoid marking me in places that would be visible in public, but now she would cover the signs of her passion with makeup whenever I left the house. I keep expecting my co-workers to ask why I’m wearing neck makeup.

We held each other, our faces pressed together. We were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. She was still gently thrusting into me, and here was another danger. She’s multi orgasmic and if I waited for her to become aroused again she would fuck me again. I squirmed away from her while she tried to hold me in place. I escaped. She didn’t really try too hard to keep herself in me, knowing why I wanted to stop now.

After her toy popped out I scooted back into her arms, though carefully. I really was sore after every time she fucked me.

She breathed on my neck. “I love doing that, baby.”

“Can we talk about that?”

She pulled away a bit and looked me in the eyes. “Don’t you love it too?”

Embarrassing to admit. “Yes. I do.” She started to smile, but I added, “It always hurts though.”

After a second, she did smile. “That’s why you like it.” She was watching my face and stopped smiling. “Isn’t it?”

I had been thinking about this for a while, and was ready for the conversation I’d planned, but not for that question. So again I was unprepared.

“It’s not why I like it. I mean … maybe it’s part of why I like it … I mean … I guess I’m proud when I can take what you do to me even when it hurts, but …” I was babbling. She’d thrown me off script and I was at a loss. Even the conversation I had planned to explain my feelings was full of uncertainty. I really don’t know why having her dominate me fulfills me. I only have clues and theories.

She put her hand on my mouth to shut me up. Uncharacteristically she didn’t make me look at her. I love almost everything about her, and a big part of that is how she understands me and my needs. If you don’t get that you’ll never know anything about our relationship. Everything I write about us only makes sense in the context of how we feel about each other.

Looking down I said, “I’m not sure why I love submitting to you. Until you took my temperature that time I had no idea it was something I’d like.”

She put her other hand on my head and pulled me into her chest. I put my mouth on one of her cute little nipples and licked it, sucked it. I tasted my own come for the first time. I use too much salt and I could taste that, but otherwise it wasn’t unpleasant, which I had vaguely worried about ever since I started coming in girl’s mouths.

I didn’t really realise that she had my come on her breasts when I started licking them, and I think I might have had second thoughts about having done that with anyone else at any other time, but now with her it made so little impact that I didn’t even think about it again until this minute, writing it down.

“Take your time, baby. We don’t have to figure this out tonight.” She was rubbing my hair, and her breathing was getting louder.

I reached down and carefully pulled her feeldoe out. I’d seen it outside of her and knew enough about its shape to know how to remove it without causing her pain. I tossed it apart and put my hand on her. I cupped her vulva and ran my finger between her labia, making her gasp.

She was mine now. Wrapping my left arm around her lower back, nibbling on her nipples, and stroking her clit brought her to orgasm in minutes, her entire body shuddering  while I held her tight. 

I started getting hard again, but I tried to hide it. She might decide to fuck me again and I really didn’t think my ass could handle it right then. She’s been fucking me a lot lately.

Of course she noticed. If I ever want to sneak something past her I’ll need Oceans 11 style planning and she’ll catch me anyway. But she didn’t try to take benefit. She scooted down and started licking my penis, and then took it into her mouth.

I lay back down and put my hands in her hair, and she did what she does. She was lying between my legs to begin but we didn’t stay in that position. She would push a leg up and lick my inner thigh, or roll me slightly and cup my ass. My second orgasm came embarrassingly soon.

With a mouthful of my come she slid up my torso and looked down at me. She said “Do you want this?” Except it came out as “Do oo wah is?” because she had a mouthful of come.

“No. I’m good.” Because despite licking my own come off her breasts, you’ve got to draw the line somewhere.

She grinned and swallowed. “I didn’t want to share it with you anyway.”

I wondered about saying something but changed my mind. She said, “Ok, what?”

“Nothing. Really, nothing, Lisa.”

“You were about to make a smartass remark and changed your mind when you thought saying it might make me stop sucking you off and swallowing your come.” 

“Aww jeez. You have to leave me some secrets …”

She grinned. “Sit up.” She tugged me off my back and we wound up facing each other, sitting cross legged. 

“Is what you wanted to talk about before still secret?”

“It’s not secret. I’m not sure what to say though …”

She put her hands over my eyes and said, “Don’t try to explain everything. What’s the main thing?”

I didn’t know how to answer that, but then I heard myself blurt out, “I think you’re fucking me more than I’m fucking you!”

She removed her hands from my eyes. I saw that she looked concerned. “I don’t think I am. I can get my laptop and check the spreadsheet though …”

“Wait, you’re keeping track on a spreadsheet?”

She reached her hand up and smacked the side of my head. “Of course I’m not, you idiot! Who cares?”

“I don’t know why I care! But I’m worried about my masculinity. It’s like I’m the woman now.”

She looked me in the eyes. “Aww baby.” She put her left hand behind my head and with her right hand she flicked me in the center of my forehead.

“Ow.”

She took her hand off me and put both hands in her lap. “You’re smarter than this, T__.”

Her body language and words spoke a message of withdrawal and distancing, and I felt an unaccustomed terror at the idea we weren’t on the same side for once. I’ve never felt more alone since we’d met. From post orgasm to misery in minutes.

She looked at my face and put her arms around my neck. Pulling me into her she said, “Don’t worry baby. We’re still us.”

I took a shuddering breath with my face between her breasts, hugging her tight. “I don’t know what I’d do if we weren’t.” This isn’t how I used to be. “Why am I so emotionally fragile?”

“You’ve never had what people call ‘toxic masculinity.’ But maybe just regular masculinity needs some work. Have you been enjoying our recent sex life?”

“Yes. You know I have.” My cheeks were burning. Whenever we discussed what we’ve been doing, I’ve been embarrassed.

“More than before?”

There are times when I’d lie to her, but I’ve never gotten away with it. “Yes. More than before. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Can you pull back so I can flick you again?”

I laughed. “No, thank you.”

“But you’re complaining about the best sex of your life? 

“No one else can make me feel so stupid. I hope you’re proud of yourself. You’re mean.” 

“You have no idea. When I slapped your head and flicked your forehead, those were punishment markers. Reminders of what’s to come. Being an idiot has a price.”

“Jeez, Lisa. Don’t punish me.”

She laughed. “I have to. It’s like one of the laws of thermodynamics.”

“I bet you don’t know which one.”

“I bet you won’t care when I’m punishing you.”

When she first started dominating me I was mostly scared when she made this sort of threat. I’d try to talk her out of it. Now, I was still mostly scared but I knew I couldn’t change her plans.

“Just remember that you love me and don’t want me to suffer, ok?”

She laughed. “I love you very much. Especially your suffering.”

“Aww man.”

“Roll over and wait until I come back. Your anal training is starting now.”

“Lisa, no. I’m sorry. And I’m sore.”

“You’re sore from friction. I’m just going to have you sleep with a plug in. No friction, only stretching. Trust me, you’ll be glad that you’ve been stretched tomorrow.”

“What if I say no?”

She put a hand in my shoulder and looked into my eyes. “You can always say no and I’ll stop. I’ll still love you. Are you saying no?”

Looking down, I had to choose my words to avoid ambiguity. “I’m not saying no.”

“Good boy!” I could hear her smile. “Now roll over.”

I woke up before Lisa and headed to the bathroom. After two steps I remembered how last night ended, and that I had a plug in my butt. She’d said it would stretch me, and I’d be glad for the stretching when she punished me this morning. 

She’s gotten rough with me before, but usually with scenarios. She’s never told me to expect actual punishment. I love her, she loves me, but she’s scared me a lot lately.

I wondered I had to poop, but maybe that was the plug? Was I allowed to take it out? I definitely had to pee, so I decided to deal with that first. I didn’t expect that having something in my ass would make it hard to pee, but it did.

I went back to bed and wrapped her up in a spoon. She rubbed her ass into my groin and I realised she was awake.

“If you took that plug out without permission you’re going to be very sorry.”

“I didn’t.” 

“Good boy. Do you have to poo?”

“I don’t know. It feels like I do, but maybe that’s the plug.”

She twisted around. “Ok. Roll over and let’s see.”

“Lisa, my darling, having you check my butt for poo is probably the least sexy idea you’ve ever had.”

She laughed. “You’re right. Roll over so I can take the plug out and you can go to the bathroom and figure it out yourself.”

I rolled over, ass up. She pulled the toy out enough so that the widest part was in my anus. It was stretchy and painful.

I groaned. “You can take it out anytime, Lisa.”

She rotated it. “Yes I can. Or I could hold it right here for the next hour or so. Which should I do?”

Ugh. “Remove it when you want to, Mistress.” I’ve never called her that before. I’m not sure I even meant it.

“Oh my god, you’re pandering!””

“Is it working?”

She laughed. “Not even a bit.” She started pulling the plug slightly in and out, stretching and contracting my asshole with the thickest part of the plug. It was excruciating.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” She really was. I was moaning and trying to squirm away.

“Call me Mommy.”

I was in serious pain, but I don’t usually think to lie to her. “I don’t think calling you mommy is sexy. It kind of weirds me out.”

She kept working her toy in me. “Ok, baby, that’s fair. We all have our own fantasies.. “I don’t have to be your mommy, but you’ll all the time be my sweet baby boy.”

“Please take it out.” I was under duress. She kept moving the plug in and out. She clearly wasn’t gonna stop until I gave her what she wanted.

“Please take it out, Mommy.”

She twisted the plug and pulled it gently out. I gasped with relief. 

“It’s completely clean. You probably don’t need to poop.”

i was slightly pissed off. “I probably don’t need status reports on whether I’ve gotten your ass toys dirty either, but here we are.” The very second I stopped talking I realised exactly how stupid saying that to her right now was.

She laughed delightedly. “Oh baby, you’re so funny this morning! Keep that sense of humor! You’re gonna need it!”

I rolled to face her. ‘Are you really gonna hurt me? I don’t want to be afraid of you.”

“I won’t hurt you too much. Just enough for you to learn your lesson.” She said the words with confidence, but she seemed concerned.

I took a breath and it caught in my throat. “I don’t feel like myself right now. Can you hug me for a while first?”

She pulled me in. “For as long as you want, baby.”

I took a shuddering breath, my face between her breasts while I held her close.  I didn’t begin crying, but, tears were flowing from my eyes. When did i become such a wuss? I’ve never been this way.

She must have felt my tears on her breasts. “Oh baby, what’s wrong? The punishment is off today! Don’t worry! What’s the matter? Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying. I’m fine.”

“Your eyes are leaking. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t.” And I didn’t. I’ve never been so sappy. “I don’t know  what’s going on.”

“We’ll figure it out. We can stay here all day.”

That sounded like a great idea. “Let’s try that, please?” With my face in her chest and her arms wrapped around me, I felt safe and protected. Soon I fell asleep.

***

I woke up with her gently rubbing my hair. “Did you sleep, Lisa?”

“Not really. I’ve been thinking.”

“Thinking about?”

“I want to hear from you first.”

While I was sleeping things had ordered themselves in my mind somewhat. “Ok. I’ll try.”

Where to begin? “So, you’re a girl.”

“Nice detecting, Sherlock. Did my vagina give me away?”

I pulled back. “Never mind.”

She hugged me in again and stroked my head. “I’m sorry baby. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“This is really hard.”.

“That’s what he said!” I turned my head up and looked at her face. She seemed very pleased with herself.

“You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are, Lisa.”

“Oh yes I am.” She kept rubbing my head. “I’m sorry. I want to hear what you have to say. Maybe I’m just just nervous about hearing it.”

I had some words. “So being a girl is very different from being a boy.” 

“Especially when you have to pee.”

I looked at her and didn’t say anything. I was getting mad. Then I had an insight.

 

“You’re being a brat. You want me to punish you.”

“Pfft. Don’t. be silly.”

“Baby, you can read my mind. You think I can’t read yours too? I pay attention.”

She looked surprised, but, then thoughtful. “Um, maybe.”

“Maybe your ass.” I reached around and squeezed one of her cheeks. Then I swatted it. “If there’s a price to pay for me, there’s one for you too.

“We could call it even?”

“How is that fair? I owe you one. Or more.”

“Tell me what you wanted to say.” 

“Um, not this morning, ok? I need more time to figure it out.” My thoughts about how I was feeling weren’t really coherent.

After a minute she said, “Ok. Tomorrow though. Promise.”

 

I sighed. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Ok baby. Go use the bathroom and shower, then come back.”

When I came back she was lying on her left side with her head propped up and resting on her palm. She patted the mattress next to her and said, “Lie here. Face down.”

My heart started beating faster. “I wondered I wasn’t being punished today? 

“You’re not being punished unless you don’t do what I say. Come on.” She patted the mattress again.

I looked at the sheet covering her groin and didn’t see a bulge. “Please don’t  fuck me. I’m still really sore.” She had pegged me with her feeldoe for hours last night. That I needed to ask her not to fuck my sore behind rather than just refuse to let her was something we’d need to talk about. 

“Just get over here now.”

I lay down where she told me to. She rolled over on me, putting her leg across my buttocks and her right hand in my hair. She gently kissed the back of my neck. “You have no idea how much I love it when you do what I say. Especially when you’d obviously rather not.”

“Do you like giving me orders?”

She kept rubbing my hair while breathing on my neck. She whispered, “I like it when you’re my good boy.”

I sighed and relaxed, and just enjoyed the attention. I had unresolved issues about how our relationship had changed, and had never considered myself anyone’s boy since childhood, but, I loved being adored by her. Belonging to her. So many confusing feelings.

She felt my surrender and took a deep breath. “I can’t believe we haven’t been doing this the whole time.” She rubbed herself on me, using her legs, feet, hands, torso. She kissed my neck and back with gentle touches of her lips. It made me feel more loved than I’ve ever felt.. For some stupid reason my eyes got wet.

I half rolled into her and squirmed against her body. I put my hands up and held her head against me. “Whatever issues I might have, I love you so much that it scares me.”

I hadn’t meant to say the part about it scaring me. It just came out. 

“Me too, baby.”

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