Him, In Control
One of the most delicious feelings I’ve come to appreciate in our new-found dynamic is him in control. It still doesn’t happen often enough, but when it does, like tonight, I know I’ll spend the next day floating near nirvana.
It started last night. He always packs a bag of fruit and other healthy snacks to take to work. I’ve taken to writing him naughty messages on his banana, and usually by mid-morning, he’ll text me something about his banana being vandalized and that I have a consequence coming. I had an additional brainstorm last night. I pulled out one of my clean, lacy panties, sprayed them with my scent, and stuffed them deeply into his bag.
DH: Found something of yours in my lunch. Eeeww Do I need to do laundry?
Me: Sweet, clean, and perfumed. Think of me, and afternoon delight today! Dare you to pull them out in the lunch room!
DH: You need a whipping.
Me: Thank you, sir!
As we met later in the bedroom (with him in his customary position in bed under the sheets), I asked, “Is this to be vanilla again?” (Yes, I realize not very sub of me, but gee, I’m so aching for the kink and haven’t seen it in a good long while… I need to let him know how much I really need this from him, enjoy this with him, don’t I?).
His response was a harsh paddling over the bed that was nearly unbearable. I mentioned to him the “warm up” technique I’ve read about and asked if he might start off with his hand and then move to more intense instruments. His first response was that he didn’t have all day to read on the internet… I replied that I LOVED when he read up on things and whatever put him in more control and me in less control was a turn-on to me… but then he responded with hard spanks, rubs, yanking my panties down, then more swats with his paddle.
“Are you still in the green zone?” he asks.
“Oh yes, sir, this is amazing. Thank you, thank you…”
He proceeded to take total control of the rest of our session. He fumbled a little to remove my sports bra, and as it came down the backs of arms, I commented on how it would be a good restraint. Next think I know, my hands were restrained behind my back by it.
My hands remained behind my back, I was face down and unable to see what he was doing, he pushed my legs apart forcibly, and his fingers explored me in all manners. This is a first for him too… to find his way to my vagina and clit from behind (I realize this will seem unbelievable, but he is still climbing a very steep learning curve). Truthfully, I’ve never come this way, on my belly, and it was an amazing sensation to have him build me up to it that way. With unfettered access to my behind there were plenty of swats in between. He then breaks out our lovely wand and applies it between my legs, building me so nicely. Next he is yanking me to my knees and pounding into me from behind.
Fabulous. Delicious. Amazing. It’s so deliciously good I’m near tears.
When he turned me to my back, he continued to focus the wand on my clit. This is where we’ve been having difficulties lately, he hasn’t been able to direct the wand to the place that stimulates me sufficiently. Tonight he did… the first orgasm was so intense, and he persisted to make the second follow it with even greater intensity (I call this “layering”–when one climax barely resolves and you find yourself climbing even higher and more intensely to the next one, which then is almost heart-stopping). My throat is sore from the screams that escaped tonight. I was sweating and trembling and so HIS as he took total control of my body and my climaxes. I was in heaven.
For at least 30 straight minutes he dominantly attended to me, taking full control of my body. After my initial suggestions, I said no more. He was Dom. It was an amazing sensation.
His pleasure came last, and although without some help from V tonight he wasn’t at his hardest, he managed to come too.
I thanked him profusely for his control, his gift, telling him how amazing it makes me feel.
“So, was that vanilla?” he asked challengingly.
“It was vanilla with very nice kinks,” I responded gratefully.
“You hesitated…” he accuses (he’s right, I did a little…)
“No, really, feeling you increasingly take control of me is the hottest thing ever. I loved that you pulled those intense climaxes from me!” He smiled and I think was quite pleased with himself.
Later in the evening in our kitchen, he turned to me with his serious face.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes?” I return with equal seriousness.
“Do you like sex?” he asks, barely containing his grin as he deadpans with me.
“I LOVE sex…Only with you! Absolutely!” I respond and go to straddle his lap and kiss his neck with appreciation.
Him. In control. The hottest thing ever!