-
Feeding your Sir
Mister has been working overnight shifts for the last week, and on Friday night LK suggested that I feed him by sending a sext. This is something that I don’t do simply because I don’t really know how and I feel ridiculous when I try. After a little bit I decided to give it a try and send him a picture of me wearing my tail. I received an emphatic thank you, and instructions on exactly how he wanted me to wake him after he came home and slept. All the next day was full of little things since we have family visiting, but things that consistently reminded me that I am his. Little things like telling me which earrings he wanted me to wear, leading me by the small of my back, casually resting his hand on the back of my neck and applying just enough pressure for me to feel but no one else to notice, pulling me against him while he reached around to the front of me and brushed my bangs out of my eyes, slowly drawing his thumb down my cheek, etc.
After my family returned to their hotel room and R was put to bed, I took a quick shower, and Mister followed shortly after I got out. As soon as he finished, he sat on the couch with me, and almost immediately wrapped my hair in his hand and pulled me in for a kiss. It was quite possibly the most passionate kiss he has ever given me. It screamed that I am his, that he loves me, that he wanted me. That continued for a short while as he twisted and pulled on my nipples. This was the most intense he had ever been with my nipples, and while it was on the brink of too much for me to handle, the last thing I wanted was for him to stop. Then he pulled out his cock, and without instruction, I took him in my mouth. He kept telling me what a good girl I was because I knew what was expected and didn’t need prompting. He would ask me who I had given myself to, if I liked pleasuring him, who takes care of me, so on and such forth, which is something he hasn’t done before. He then told me he wanted me over the couch and quiet. He instructed me to start playing, and said I wasn’t to cum until he had given me permission. We’ve mentioned orgasm control, but haven’t really done anything with it until this point. Then he slid into me and began to work as I continued to play. As I got closer and closer I asked his permission. “No, and don’t stop either.” Kudos to those who do this regularly, that was ridiculously hard. I kept getting closer and closer, he continued denying and telling me not to dare cum before he said. He told me that I needed to beg him for the privilege, so I did. “You’re going to have to beg me better than that, Kitten,” so I did. Finally he told me, “Cum quietly, beautiful.” Everything in me felt like it just erupted, they talk about seeing stars, and I saw them. Then he pulled out suddenly, telling me he wasn’t finished with me but that wanted to hear me, so to follow him to the room. I could barely move myself, but the second he said “Kitten, you had better not make me wait,” you can bet my legs quickly remembered how to not be jelly for a few moments. He pointed to the bed, and I knew I was to bend over it like I had been before. He then walked up to me, wrapped my hair in his hand, pulled me so that my ear was near his mouth, and whispered, “You are not to cum again unless I say so. Understood?” “Yes, Sir, I understand.” Then he pressed me back down, and entered me swiftly. Immediately I was having to fight not to cum again. “Beg me, Kitten.” “Please, Sir, please.” “Please, what?” “Please, please, please.” “Please, what, Kitten?” “Please, cum, fuck, cum.” “Why? Have you been a good enough girl to cum again?” “Yes.” *smack smack* “I decide if you’re a good enough girl.” “Please?” “Why do you think you deserve it?” Grasping for a thought at this point was like trying to grab a wisp of smoke. The only thing I could think of was my unprompted drink order at lunch. “Water! I got water! Please!” “*chuckle* Cum for me.” I have never screamed with an orgasm nor have I ever had one as intense as this one. It felt like it would never end. I was shaking and bunching my hands in my own hair and just consumed. “Ask me to give you my cum. Tell me how much you want it.” “Please, Mister. Cum, me, please. Please. M’yours. Please. Please. Please.” Words were impossible, but they must have been good enough because he finished. With his final thrust my knees decided they were going home for the day, and when he pulled out I melted to the floor, resting my head on the mattress. Nothing mattered, everything was perfect, and I felt drunk. “Kitten, let me help you onto the bed.” He practically had to pick me up off the floor and set me on the bed. I collapsed against him, and I have no idea how long I laid there still shaking, still feeling absolutely drunk while he stroked my hair. Eventually he asked how I felt where he had spanked me, and I mumbled that it was fine since he didn’t hit very hard. He laughed and told me that as soon as he finished spanking me he realized that it had been too hard for no warm up, and that his hand still stung. Still floaty and feeling like I would fall asleep at any second, all I could do was giggle, “I think this is subspace.” “I think you’re right, Kitten. Thank you for giving me your submission. I love you.” “I love you too.”
So, ladies, when LK suggests you feed your Sir, do it. You won’t regret it. I have never seen Mister this natural in his role, and it was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. Just thought I’d share. 🙂
-
2 Replies
-
So glad to hear you have gotten to experience what many of us have. It does sound like you hit subspace. And it is heaven when you get to. Thanks for sharing your story.
-
I remember s/s…it is definitely an enjoyable experience. I miss it.
Log in to reply.