New Week

Posted: 31st January 2012 by Duality in Dynamics, Scenes

There’s been a stop and go quality to the D/s component of Grace and mine’s relationship since I collared her at the beginning of the year.  Its not anyone’s fault, just some winter time illnesses that have clogged up the works from time to time.  So I impressed upon Gracie that I wanted her to attack this new week head on with a renewed commitment to her submission to me.  And she did not disappoint.  She did all of her tasks on time, with no encouragement from me, and had an excellent attitude all day long.  Besides illnesses, anxiety has clogged up some of the progress as well.  There is a fear to not being able to do this that she has.  I suppose that’s a common thing that sub’s must go through especially when you consider that “not being worthy” can be a kink in and of itself.  When you get off on someone telling you that all they are good for is to be a fuck toy, it can kinda screw with your world view from time to time.  So I decided to change tactics.

Before I was trying to be just… hard, unmovable, and perhaps a tinge of contempt.  Things that I know she gets off on.  But that really doesn’t help anxiety.  It may make her panties wet, but when your head is so turned around that you can’t see straight, there’s not a lot of point in wet panties.  You aren’t going to be able to do anything with them when she’s in that state.  So I softened.  I fell back to calling her “pet”.  I cooed at her, stroked her hair, and praised her accomplishments.  It had the desired effect.  She became more calm and submissive.  And incredibly eager to please.  That’s not to say I’m going to be pliant, mind you.  Its just that the leverage I use against her will come from a different angle and with a softer pressure.  But the rules stay the same.

I decided when she was done with her tasks that I was going to use her a little bit.  Last night was not a good night for me.  I didn’t actually fall asleep until around noon today and then only slept for about four hours.  Just too many things going wrong.  I had a generalized flair up going on that was being aggravated by a windstorm.  After I got up though, things began to improve.  The pain lessened and my left hip decided to actually function.  I got a bit done around the house, but was still fatigued from the lack of sleep.  But there was this odd tension I was feeling.  Not stress, not anxiety…just tension.  So I figured I would attempt to get a release.  I honestly didn’t think it would go anywhere, but Grace sucking my cock gently has a nice calming effect on me in the right circumstances so I figured I would go with that.  The pain I have been in this winter has made staying hard and getting to a climax difficult.  There is just too much going on for me to really get there, so to speak.  But like I said, I can never go wrong with Grace sucking my cock, so I told her to strip and come to bed.

I held her in my arms for a little bit, just enjoying the skin on skin feel, and continued what I had done all day.  Stroking her hair, calling her pet, and telling her that she was a good girl.  I told her to masturbate while she sucked on me, but not to cum unless she first asked.  I had no intention of teasing her with that action on this occasion.  I do a lot of times.  Tell her no, let it build, then tell her to cum.  But this time I wanted to keep things simple and low energy.  She told me “Yes Sir” and slithered down the bed to my cock.  And that’s when things got interesting.

I don’t know whether it was the aforementioned odd tension I was feeling, I don’t know if it was the way Grace was sucking me, I don’t know if it was the mewling and moaning she was doing as she masturbated as she sucked me, but I got hard.  Like hammer nails through steel hard.  I let her get herself off twice and then I commanded her to cum once just to make sure she was good and wet, and then I flipped her onto her back and slipped my cock into her.  I’d be damned if I was going to throw away this opportunity.  It had been entirely too long since I was balls deep inside of her and it felt amazing.  And for once, the stars aligned for me.  There was very little pain and I was in complete control of myself.  This wasn’t going to be a quick fuck after getting a blowjob and emptying my cum into her cunt.  No no no.  I was going to enjoy this.

I slowly pumped in and out of her just enjoying the feel for a bit.  Then I lowered myself down and put my nose right by her ear.  She loves it when I breathe through my nose next to her like that.  She knows I’m about to say something.  Something dark just to wind her up.  Since I still wanted to keep this low key, I decided on using an old standby.  I said, “You know what I should do after I empty myself into your cunt?”.  She shook her head at me as she continued to gasp from my steady strokes and I continued, “I should pull my cock out and make you clean it off with your mouth”.  She took a deep intake of breath and shook her head.  I smiled at her and said, “You’d do it.  And do you know why you’d do it?”.  She gave the correct reply, “Because you own me”.  And I made her cum.  Grace has an aversion to that particular sexual act.  Its an odd aversion because there have been occasions when she’s sucked my cock after sex with zero prompting or suggestion from me.  But most of the time she recoils from it.  I honestly think she clings onto the aversion simply because she gets off on the fact that I do make her clean my cock that way from time to time.  She loves it when I make her do dirty things that she doesn’t want to do.

I fucked her more and continued to whisper things in her ear.  I don’t remember any of them at this point, I just remember her shaking her head from side to side going crazy as I fucked her.  Eventually I decided that I had pushed my luck enough and just started hammering her.  Just hard and fast.  And when I came, I gave a primal, guttural moan as I pushed as deeply into her as I could and reveled in the feel of putting my cum where it belonged.  So…fucking…good.

After that, we just enjoyed the afterglow.  I held her close, stroked her hair, and told her how amazing she did.  Right before we ended the cuddling and went back to doing our own thing before bed, I held her tight to me squeezing her close.  I simply said one word.  Mine.  Because she is.

  1. Conina says:

    Love it.

    I love it when my husband squeezes me tight and says “Mine!”

    He’s always done that. It’s perfect, easy, low-maintenance, but makes those butterflies in my stomach flutter. Every. Damn. Time.

    Good on you for adapting. :)