With the current insanity of Sir’s personal life right now, some things take a back seat, and I don’t mind. Yes, permission to cum, ass training, and all of that feels amazing, and I am thankful for everything He allows me to do, but nothing compares to His voice growling in my ear or the thought of His hand, His mouth, His cock.
Yesterday, it dawned on me that I had not been aroused in at least a week. For many this might not seem strange and prior to a few months ago, it wouldn’t have been strange for me, either. With Sir, I stay in an almost constant state of arousal – whether because of Him or myself. I realized it had been a week, and I shrugged it off. I had no real desire to think of those things while I worried for Him.
That changed this morning. While getting ready for my shower, my mind wandered back to the first night we were together – the night (morning, rather) that He used for me for the first time.
I thought about being woken up by a hand on my clit. I thought about being pulled up and over Him. I thought about His cock sliding into my wet cunt. I thought about riding Him, slowly. I thought about the sting as He slapped my tits, over and over again. I thought about His voice as He demanded to know who I belonged to. I thought about the feel of His hand wrapped around my neck and how I leaned in to create pressure, a feeling of being possessed. I thought about how He pushed me off of Him and roughly entered me from behind. I thought about His cum inside my cunt.
And then I realized the water was going to get cold if I didn’t get into the shower.
As I lathered my hair, I thought about His hands in my hair, pulling my head back. I thought about His voice, dark and gruff, demanding that I take Him, all of Him, telling me that I am His bitch, His slut, His cunt, I belong to Him and only Him. I thought about how He ordered me to touch my clit while He fucked me. I thought about my whispered pleas to cum. I thought about the feel of the sheets on parts of my body and the feel of His hands on the other parts.
Eventually I remembered to finish my shower and luxuriated in the return of my own arousal.