What the fuck? thoughts joined my mental marching band, but as I watched the Queens neighborhoods shake off the remnants of a blustery storm and succumb to the winter's night, a new conductor took the baton. Instead of spinning into a vortex of analysis and correlations and running through various theoretical probabilities, some mysterious personality (one I have no name for yet) quietly flipped a switch to short-circuit a lifetime of programming and set my brain to sleep mode. The relief to simply be present and not need to plan for the ten most likeliest outcomes was immediate, and the inner peace that followed was breathtakingly silent.
I grabbed my airbuds, pressed play on a mix of 6lack and Khalid, closed my eyes against the endless trail of angry red taillights, and settled in for the hour-long ride. It was no longer just my body that had surrendered to Him, the rest of me had as well.
I knew only that I would give, just as I had been from the moment my eyes first met His.
A soft, amused smile tugged at my lips. The irony of my dripping pussy was I had no idea if our evening would hold even the lightest of His touches. I learned months ago nothing was guaranteed. Our last meeting held no orgasms, no nakedness, and despite my hands happily roaming over His body, He had barely touched mine.
No...Expectations were not something I packed in my to-go bag to Him, regardless of what may or may not have been previously discussed. He would drive the pace, tone, and direction of our engagement in real time from start to finish. My only options were to come prepared for His possible desires and to follow where He led us.
I was without a doubt at His mercy throughout every moment of...this.
So what did happen that night?
I could spill paragraphs of words in a play-by-play that began with a long welcoming hug. The delight of His puppy's giddy adoration. My clumsy inept first attempt at Smoke Service. His patience and indulgence of my semi-articulate questions. The hours I spent in joy providing Body Service. Easy walks with His dog under a new moon night and before dawn had even rolled over to yawn.
The sweet, delicious bits of Pain He shared with me. How That Man's exploring, un-timid hands made my whore feel seen, appreciated, and gratefully violated. Of how His soft still asleep dick stuffed my mouth in full. How I brutalized myself on His thick, hard, demanding dick and His ridiculous nearly unbreakable level of control. Or even how I slept tucked against Him with His arm around me.
I stand corrected. It wouldn't be paragraphs of words. Any description would produces pages. Somehow, we always break laws of physics, and time nearly stops when I'm with Him. In an evening, a thousand moments are born that I relish for days, weeks, months.
But this post isn't about a play-by-play or the unexpected vanilla magic I've been blessed to find or my service or how I left the next morning cum drunk, despite never having cum myself. lol
No. This post is about something even deeper than the rich breadth and depth of all of that...
A few hours in, I don't know what changed or why, but the energy shifted. Time slowed from a trickle to a drip, giving way to the demand of the energy's deepening vibration. In the cosy, darkened room, a poignant silence gathered, cocooning us even further away from the world.
Kneeling next to Him on His bed, my eyes drifted closed, as my hands continued to work patiently at the taut muscles of His thighs. I listened to His body tell me what I needed to hear...where to rub, what spots asked for a push, how to...
The teasing brush of His fingertips against my nipples scattered my diligent service intentions like down feathers in a tiny breeze. His energy had shifted too, and I was helpless, caught in His current.
Willingly, I followed. My grip on His thigh fell slack as strength faded from my fingertips, seeped away from my hands, and drained from my arms. Sexier, darker intentions began to bloom. As His teasing touch whispered at my breasts, long, fragile moments pooled into one another, weaving a seductive spell around us... between us... through us.
I mirrored Him and shifted so my nails could lightly dance across His chest. Every inch of His heated flesh called to me, tightening me further in His spell. My lioness itched to rise to lick and nuzzle and give, but she honored the hint of something not yet discovered in the air and held her position on the sidelines.
When His hand palmed the weight of one breast, my entire being stilled... waiting... hoping... then basking in the blessed Pain that flared from His tightening grip. I could have cried in relief. A soft whimper escaped my lips, as He held me trapped between Heaven and Hell. His eventual release left me only hungrier for more of His demands.
I wanted to comply.
I needed to comply.
My fingertips worried His nipples and stroked His chest even as His hand repeatedly demanded Pain from my torso and breasts. With each clench of His divine cruel grip against my body, I lost myself a bit more to His Dominance.
His fingers skated across my chest, slowing rising. My body and soul knew what my mind did not, and without deliberate thought I leaned in ever so slightly to meet Him. When the wide unrelenting curve between His thumb and index finger held the base of my throat, my brain finally caught up. He paused in a wordless assessment of my response. I answered immediately. Without hesitation, I lifted my chin in welcome, exposing that delicate flesh, my heartbeat, and my breath to His will.
His thick confidant hand gently climbed the last inches to wedge securely in perfect alignment below my jaw. Time stopped as He held me firmly in place—a mutual conscious acknowledgment of prey held in the gaping jaws of an Apex Predator.
I waited in stillness. I needed this on a level I couldn't explain, but the next step was entirely His to choose. I have no doubt He could feel my pulse quicken and my shallow breaths.
When His fingers and thumb began their slow, deliberate, steady assault against my carotid arteries, I knew nothing but trust, a deep sense of peace, and destiny. With unflinching care, He compressed my throat in a way I'd never experienced. The barest threads of air pulled into my lungs even as a blissful darkness I'd never before tasted bled further and further into my mind until... I felt... myself... slipping away...
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