I’ve wanted to talk about more of the elements of the other night, but real life kept getting in the way. And I’ve had emotional upheaval to deal with – but that is a different post. I decided to break up the story of The Night into parts. I do not know how many parts it will take, but I don’t want to rush this. A beautiful moment should be savored, and this is no exception. The first part, written in the immediate aftermath, provided no real details but did allow the world to know that I was safe – and there’s something to be said for that. But now, I’m ready to talk about those moments…
Rushing around to get ready, anything that could go wrong, did – ill-fitting clothes (when had I lost so much weight?), uncomfortable (albeit sexy) shoes, and a desire to put a bag over my head so no one could see my ugly face. Real life intervened throughout the last hour – which passed in seconds. A contractor calling about a leaky tub. An ex-husband who can still sense when something is wrong – but now picks a fight about it. Children who refused to speak even though “Mommy” was hundreds of miles away. All the while, my stomach reminded me of my nerves. My heart raced. Sweat beaded my forehead. My hands shook.
A knock on the door.
Oh holy hell.
I opened the door and immediately looked down, eyes averted. He never indicated that’s what He wanted; my natural shyness simply took over.
He stepped inside the room, and I closed the door – facing away from Him while I locked the door. I trembled. The fantasy became reality, and it scared me.
“Look at me, pet.”
I turned, looked in His beautiful blue eyes, and fell into His arms. His mouth claimed mine, and I claimed His right back. Tongues swirling, seeking one another. We learned each other in those few moments. I allowed His dominance to win as I assumed my submissive role – even in kissing. His hands roved across my quivering body. They found my ass, kneading, pulling, playing. I wrapped my arms around His neck, pulling Him closer. I wanted to crawl inside where it would be safe. I wanted to taste Him. I could feel His hard cock against my leg, and I responded. Soft whimpers and little mewls escaped my lips. The bags He walked in with were forgotten as he pressed me against a door frame. Dominant and submissive were temporarily forgotten as we feasted on each other’s mouth for the first time.
He broke the kiss.
“Ok, pet, let me into the room.”
Immediately, shyness claimed me again. I walked ahead and led Him into the room. I looked everywhere but at Him.
“You’re beautiful, pet.”
I blushed. His hand stroked my cheek. I looked into His eyes.
“I mean it. You are so beautiful, baby.”
He leaned in to kiss me again. I responded eagerly, ready to finish the lesson from His mouth.
He took my hands and guided me to the edge of the bed, using gentle pressure on my hands to have me sit. He sat in a chair across from me.
“Do you remember what I told you?” he asked. “I will eat my cunt today. Show me my pussy, pet.”
“Sir, my skirt is a little tight to pull up.”
“So take it off.”
I trembled and nodded. I stood up and reached back to unzip the pretty pencil skirt I had chosen for the evening. It pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of it. He picked it up and threw it to the side.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I laid back on the bed and brought my legs up, heels on the edge of the bed. I spread my legs, reached down, and spread my pussy for His pleasure. Still seated, He leaned over and I felt His tongue claim His pussy. His tongue fucked His pussy. His tongue lapped His clit. He feasted on His cunt, and I dripped with desire. I writhed on the bed, my hands still opening His pussy. He hadn’t said I could stop. Moaning, my head moved from side to side. My eyes closed, and my hips bucked underneath His mouth.
“Cum for me, pet.”
Moans turned to shrieks as I felt the orgasm near. His tongue did not cease it’s hard fucking and lapping. My body convulsed as I came. Aftershocks hit in waves.
He chuckled. “You squirted, pet.”
I lay like a limp doll, legs hanging off the bed. He took of my fuck-me heels and moved my legs onto the bed. I curled into a ball of mush. He grinned in satisfaction.
He grabbed one of the bags he’d brought in with him. I watched him with dazed but curious eyes.
“Let’s take a look at some of my toys, pet.”
You should not say you are ugly. You are not ugly. We all feel that way sometimes. Sometimes we feel beautiful. Such is life. But don’t say you are ugly. That is being unkind to yourself. I do it too, but that does not make it right.
Your story is beautiful. You sound like you have found yourself a great Dominant. Enjoy the journey.
Be kind to yourself.
My thinking brain knows that I’m not…and He tells me all the time that I’m beautiful…but that was how I felt looking in the mirror…it was that moment of, “How in the hell do I think I can do this, and why would He even want me?” But, He makes me feel so beautiful that I believe it…
There is something incredibly sexy about ownership. I about moaned when he said, “I will eat my cunt today.” Yes, sir. 🙂
Yes, Sir, is right…anytime He claims ownership I get wet…even if it’s in random conversation…His voice deepens, becomes husky, and I start dripping… 🙂
You need to stop thinking in the negative. Seriously.
You commented on how you view yourself in a negative manner.
I view myself very negatively, physically speaking…Sir makes me feel beautiful, so that helps…when I look in the mirror I still see the fat chick I used to be…
I am sure He will help you to really see, plus you may find some of the non-scened aspects of D/s spilling over into the rest of your life that will only help you help yourself become the Kayla you want to see 🙂